[C][M] Permission

He lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders.

His lips caressed the sensitive skin of her thighs, tongue laving out to caress her gently.

Zakhar wanted her to feel pleasure. He wanted his Mistress happy as often as he could make her. Sexual pleasure was just one way of making her happy.

His tongue flicked out over her, tasting her as he teased her with firm strokes of his tongue.

His fingers rubbed the skin of her hips in gentle circles.

Zakhar wanted her to be happy. He was a well trained slave.

The woman gave a purr as his tongue swept over her skin dutifully, Zakhar took such care in each touch and caress, every movement of his tongue.

His devotion was so obvious.

Her hand stroked through his hair, giving a soft moan as he teased her with a firm stroke, her legs parted slightly on his shoulders as she opened herself up, offering more to him.

Zakhar was thorough but teasing with pleasing her.

The man wanted her squirming. Desperate. Sated.

If she was pleased enough, he stood a (truthfully small) chance of being let out of his cage and getting pleasure himself.

He could only hope.

Either way, his Mistress was going to be overrun with the pleasure his tongue gave her.

Lia moaned and writhed as he tease and licked at her perfectly.

It was one of the largest benefits of being so close to someone, Zakhar knew exactly what she like and how her body would react to certain actions.

"Keep this up and I might let you out to play."

The woman muttered with a small grin as she squirmed, her hand running through his hair.

That was what he wanted.

He really hoped she followed through with that 'might.'

He missed her body and knowing that she was there and he could do nothing was painfully frustrating.

His tongue continued to tease her, concentrating hard. He wanted to make her toes really curl with sweet torture.