I love it when you let me watch. The room feels alive with anticipation. My shaky breath fills the silence of the room. My eyes, bright and dilated at the thought of what is coming, watch you walk across the room and drink in your body. My tongue finds my lips and I draw in the corner and bite, reminding myself what is coming.
“Ready?” reaches my ears as your hands run down my spine, the goosebumps erupting remind my skin it’s alive.
“Yes, Sir.” I say, knowing now I am bound to this scene unless I speak one little word that will end it and bring me to your arms. I know there will be no other words spoken unless you initiate them. One more shuddered sigh and I am beyond ready.
You are never so masculine to me than in these moments. The shadows of your strength highlight the cuts and valleys of your skin and reach down to your jeans. Your hands, so commanding, weave and knit with a fluidity that’s hypnotizes me. It beautifully binds my mind.
I see the rope, I understand it. Alone, it is weak, it cannot do it’s job. But layer upon layer woven together brings its strength. As the rope binds my body, it binds my demons, my insecurities. I watch as it weaves its way through my hurt, my pain that brought me to me knees. An internal pain brought to surface by the strength the rope brings. The way it cuts into my skin. The fine balance to allow breath but bind the panic. The years of betrayal that built my walls so high are crushed into pebbles by the strength of these woven threads. As the last knot dances over my body what passes through the gaps is a torrent of wet covering my cheeks before I realize the sob that breaks the silence is coming from the depths of my soul. Like arms that cover me close, they hold me in the moment with only you.
I barely register the first strike of the flogger over my erect nipples. Gasping, they harden even more reaching for release. Again and again the straps find exactly where you want them to fall on my body. Soon I am trembling from need or pain, I’m not sure which is more. My back longing to fall into an arch, my lips swollen from biting and sucking them through your assault, my exposed pussy dripping with a craving only you can fill. Here in this immobile moment, I am free to fly. My head falls back and my eyes close having taken in the beauty of my body in this moment.
“Kitten?” you whisper, grabbing my hair while bringing my head up to meet your piercing eyes. I’m overwhelmed all over again by what meets me. Concern, desire, concentration, pure unadulterated lust meet me and my flooded eyes threatening to spill all over again. Sweat is covering your body as you struggle to remain in control.... this is me. I did this to you. I brought you here. I am safe, I am loved, I am yours....
“Green, Sir.”
Slowly, sensually you release my body one bind at a time and I feel the pain wash away as the rope slips. Just like my heart through the years, there are marks left behind. And just like the rope, they will eventually fade under your care. Delivering me from my binds, your fingers gently caress my body burning me from the inside out. Every part of my body is throbbing. You admire the marks you left, looking at me through hooded eyes like I am the most beautiful canvas you have ever seen.
As soon as the last knot is released, the overwhelming break in passion is untamed. With my body easily lifted, my shaking legs find their way around you hips shamelessly grinding as you carry me to bed. My mouth finds yours hungrily drawing your lips between my teeth until I hear you hiss and I taste that familiar metal flavor. Love will come later, right now as I’m dropped on the bed.... all I feel is summed up in the words coming from your mouth and you sink yourself deep inside my heat....
“Fuck yes, kitten.....”
