When you saw her text notification, you paused on cleaning their apartment to see what she needed.
Seeing her eating had you squirming in your cage.
"Thank you. Thank you Goddess." You texted back.
When she had first mentioned the trip to Paris, you had thought she intended for you to come. Maybe you could carry their bags through Paris and drive them around. But after paying for their flight tickets and their hotel, your bank was cleared out.
So, while they enjoyed traveling through the city of love, you stayed in their apartment making sure their dog got fed and the place remained clean. They made it clear though, that even with them gone, you had to sleep on the couch.
"Weclome loser."
The picture was the first message she had sent since they arrived in Paris a week ago. Seeing her so happy and beautyful made you feel elated.
"Stop looking at the pic, n get back to work.
"Yes, Goddess." You said.
Slipping your phone into your apron pocket, you went back to scrubbing their bathroom floor.
It’s the same smile her boyfriend will get to see after fucking her to a blissful orgasm.
"Sure, I could rub tanning oil onto my own chest, but I just love that pained look on your stupid face when the spikes start digging in.
Now, I want you to go nice and slow and savour every curve. I wanna see if I can make you cry."
..is that understood?
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