I lie naked next to you. The first rays of the morning sun are beginning to creep round the window frame, filling the room with an illusory sense of warmth and light. I feel the secure comfort of the rope that binds my wrists from the previous night, a beautiful reminiscence of the bonds between us.
Silent and still, I watch the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you sleep, feeling your warm breath ripple over my naked flesh. I relish these precious stolen moments when you are mine to behold in secret, when I need nothing more than to feel you close to me.
I long to rouse you, softly and gently, to seduce you with every inch of my body, adore you in every way you demand to be adored. I instinctively know the shy, playful kisses that will tease your senses, the smoldering touch that will drive you wild with desire, the powerful, pleading look of submission in my eyes that will excite your imagination and affirm your control. Yet these are the gifts that are mine to give only with your permission. Dare I indulge in this forbidden pleasure?
Cautiously, I reach out and run my bound hands through you hair, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You begin to stir and open sleepy eyes to look at me. "Naughty." You whisper sternly before returning my kiss. I instantly avert my eyes, looking downwards. "Look at me." The firm hand under my chin drives my head to your gaze and I lovingly look upon you with meek apologetic eyes. Gripping the back of my neck, you coil your fist in my thick curls, pulling me upwards to my knees as you circle me, dragging me deeper under your commanding spell.