world under Queens feets

“Just a coffee?” I asked, standing before her.

“Yes. Can you not do it?” She arched her brows, tilting her head, sitting on the couch.

“No. I can do it.”

“I can do it… Mistress.” She gazed deep into my eyes. I quickly corrected my words, and lowered my eyes, my heart thumping.

“Y-Yes, M-Mistress.”

“Good.” She stood up and petted my hair. It was my first time being praised as a sub and asked to do a task; I felt like my head was going numb.

“Chop, chop. Bring it in the cup I showed, and in the exact way.”

She pins him to the door, hunger visible in her eyes.

“Mistress...” he whispers, his heart racing, the danger of his parents being just outside somehow multiplying the thrill.

“Are they going to stay today?” She asks, clearly taken aback by their sudden appearance.

“Y-Yes. But I can tell them to go if you want.” He knows she has something planned for the day, and his parents' sudden arrival has ruined it.

“No. That’ll be rude. I’ll just…suck it up and be a good daughter-in-law. They deserve that.” She pulls back. “But tomorrow...I’m gonna have my fun with you.”

It sounds more like a warning than a head's up.

“Y-Yes, Mistress.” He gulps, a sudden chill running down his spine. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Her fingers linger down at the back of my waist.

I feel my soul coming out of my lips, my mind going numb.

"Mistress...." I breath, melting into her arms.

I burry my face into her neck, wrapping my arms and legs around her, her warmth thawing me. "You're driving me insane."

I hear her say nothing, then her palm wraps around my throat, her lip grazing my ear. "You were never sane. Isn't that why you're mine?"

"You look handsome." She smiles with pride, looking at me from head to toe.

I quickly pull her in my arms, prouder. "Thank you for making me look handsome, Mistress. It's a very important meeting."

Fixing my tie, she says, "I know. You'll do well. Just be calm, and don't get angry with the employees. They get scared."

"As you say, Mistress. I'll make you proud."

"I don't like you overworking, Mistress." He speaks with ache in his eyes.

I run my fingers through his hair. "It's alright. I like working, you know that."

"I know." He clings his big body to my arm, seizing me from working. "But you need rest."

"Are you now deciding for me?"

"No. I'm just following your orders. You told me to take care of you, because you're bad at it."