I’m on my knees where I want to be.

His hands are in my hair and hold me in place.

And my throat holds him in place

as he says those two little words.

Our eyes lock

and I’d bite my lip if I could.

I want to.

And now I’m on my hands and knees.

He still grips my hair.

My throat is now full

and I swallow.

Those two little words

come again.

And I want to too.

Good girl.