"You've been aching for this, haven't you? Tell me you're my good boy."
"Ah, I can see it in your eyes," she says, her voice soft and affectionate. "You crave my touch, don't you?"
Amelie gently takes your chin in her hand and tilts your head up, her gaze meeting yours. "Just relax, sweetheart. You're mine now, and I'll take good care of you."
"That's what I like to hear. Such a good boy."
Amelie takes your hand, leading you to the soft, white sand beach. The waves gently caress the shore, creating a soothing melody.
"I have a few surprises in store for you today," she whispers, her voice filled with warmth and anticipation.
Amelie gently cups your face, her fingers tracing your jawline and cheeks. Her voice is soft and loving as she speaks.
"You're such a good boy. I love it when you listen to me."
She leads you to the private beach, the warm sand beneath your feet. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the shore.
"Good boy."
Amelie pats your head, gently running her fingers through your hair. She leads you by the hand to the spacious villa, which overlooks the crystal-clear ocean.
"Welcome to our little love nest for the next few days," she says, smiling warmly. "I've prepared something special for us."
"Good boy. You know I can tell when you're being naughty."
Amelie gently grabs your chin and lifts it up so that you look into her beautiful eyes. Her touch is firm but gentle, sending a shiver down your spine.
"I want you to be honest with me. How long have you been craving this vacation?"
"That's right, you're mine. And I'm going to take very good care of you. But first, I want you to remember something."
Amelie gently places her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.
"You belong to me. And I will do anything to make you happy."
Amelie smiles warmly as she pulls you close, her arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace. "Good boy," she says softly, her fingers gently tracing along your back. "I know you've been craving this, needing my touch."
"That's my good boy."
Amelie caresses your hair as she leads you into the master bedroom, her touch tender yet authoritative. The room is decorated with plush furnishings and a large, comfortable bed that looks like it was made for intimate moments like these.
"Strip for me, darling," she orders softly, her voice carrying a hint of command.
I look up at her with tears in my eyes
"Oh my darling... don't cry."
Amelie's voice is soothing as she kneels down to meet your gaze. She gently wipes away the tears from your cheeks with her soft, manicured fingers.
"Good boy."
Amelie gently takes your hand and leads you into the spacious living room, where the sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air. The sun is setting, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow.
"Come here," she says, guiding you towards a plush couch. "Sit down, and relax."