| I love to lose control.
I beg him to take all power from me and hold me helpless. He strips me of my primary sense, reducing me to a blind helpless slave for him. He plays with me, tormenting me with his touch and with his absense. He pinches my nipples until they shoot electric shocks through my body, igniting the spark between my legs and making me moan in delirious joy. Relief comes only with his tongue, soothing me all over. Warm breath on my face. My lips are open, and he thrusts his muscle between them, wrestling my lustful tongue as he fucks my mouth. I want to grab him, to touch him, to push his naked skin to mine, but my efforts are in vain, and tracks of passion burn into my helpless wrists. Desperate for his body, I press against him, lifting my buttocks from the ground to feel him where I need his touch most. But I forgot, I am not to move. He is gone, leaving me begging for his touch. He tells me to turn over, and I comply, eagerly, wanting to please him, wanting him to please me, punish me, make me hurt in my desire. My backside feels his sudden reward, stinging me sweetly over and over again, feeding my wet heat that craves his slap. But he does not indulge me, save for the lightest brush of his fingertips that makes my hips buck involuntarily. He tells me to lie on my back once more, so I turn for him, for my love, for he who controls my pleasure. I am instructed not to move, which proves nearly impossible as his fingers dance along the insides of my thighs. Instead I just beg for him, beg for him to fill me, to release one of my hands so my sweet agony may become ecstasy, please, please... but he just kisses me and tells me, not yet. Two fingers invade my dripping passage, making me gasp in delight. I am completely within his power. When they bend just right I am burning with need, the ropes cutting me in my passion. When his violent thrusts stop I whimper in disappointment, but then fragrant hands rest on my lips and I devour the juices voraciously, so badly do I feel this need. My legs are lifted onto hot skin by firm, strong arms. I feel the probing of something larger than fingers, and we both groan as my controller pushes deeply inside, filling that need the way only his power can. His movements are divine, perfected by sweet and awkward practice that has given him the sexy confidence needed to fully Take Control of me. I am his posession now, and with every move he claims my body and self together, binding us in pure sensation. One of my hands has finally freed itself from its constraints and finds its way to the place where our bodies meet. My hand moves with the same primal rhythm he does, and I am slave to the pleasure he brings me. My legs clench on his shoulders, my toes curling. Electrical impulses ravage my body and make me cry out. I can hear his heavy breathing as if from a distance, but I feel his speed increase with every cell of my being. Not satisfied with one moment of sheer ecstasy, my finger flies in relentless strokes. It is then, while I feel my body clench with the shockwaves that erase all thoughts from my mind that I feel him at his peak too, shooting heat into me and across my belly, claiming me as his, his own, his only, his love. We are both breathing heavily, exhausted. Before I am released, he offers me his hardness before it lies dormant once more, and I lick it clean with love not dissimilar to a mother cat licking its kitten. My blindfold is untied and my hand is freed, but he still owns me. I dip my fingers in the liquid ecstasy that marks my abdomen and swallow it greedily, wanting it all, wanting him again. He kisses my lips chastely and flops onto the bed. His smile is love and wonder and joy, and I understand that once more our power is equal, until I next make him relinquish control. I see his lips curl as he thinks about next time and he says to me, I love you.
Complete fiction, I swear. |
