She stares at the lush purple lantana, its delicate flora spread amongst railroad ties and random quiescent rose bushes. In the middle of winter, tiny amethyst flowers blanket the barren landscape, shadowing gray dormant trees reaching for the indigo darkness.
She is drawn to the serene hue, breathing in cold fresh air, her eyes drinking in the full beauty of the moment. As sensory perceptions are instantly transported to her nipples, rising up from rippled areolas – to the round center of her belly, anticipating – clitoris erect and pulsing – every sense alive. She becomes a dreamy, seductive creature in the garden, a soulful princess seeking a castle in the sky, at once on earth and in space of air. She closes her eyes in abandonment, surrendering to darkness, finding innate freedom in the whispers of an amethyst garden.
He watches her from afar, patiently waiting, impatiently yearning. The purple shadows release His little nymphe, spilling her all at once onto white sheets at His feet. He admires her silky mahogany red tresses, long strands spread over rounded bare shoulders, appraises the soft pale figure, studies her perfectly shaped legs. In a moment, she blinks open eyes as blue as the night sky, and smiles delicate upturned pink lips.
He returns a reserved, pleased smile. Indeed, a fine little creature of nature – prized and dazzling, a unique jewel worthy of His shield.
He beckons her near with a casual crook of His finger, and she slithers, cat-like, across the white sheets toward Him. He is mesmerized by this seductive dance, her hips sway side to side as knees and palms move forward: left hand, right knee… right hand, left knee… over and over. Long auburn hair swings almost to the floor, then brushes the floor, as she arches downward… lightly kissing His feet with her lips before sitting up, back straight, on her knees.
She wears an amethyst pendant on a long strand of pearls, and violet satin thong panties. Her creamy breasts fall in elegant symmetry, large peach nipples with tiny rose tips pointing to the center of her being, deep navel cave in soft flesh. She held her wrists crosses behind her back, aware of her posture, and He sees her tremble under His scrutiny.
‘Good’ He thinks. She should be nervous. It will intensify her enjoyment of my Possession. He reaches down to stroke the long silky hair, and tugs it firmly, fondly. She swallows, and He smiles knowingly – grasping her hair evokes a sexual response. His Possession dances with her obsession.
He reaches out, twisting her nipples, thumbs and forefingers rolling flesh between them. She gasps, and He squeezes harder – until she swallows in submission. Only then, does He clip amethyst jewels to her purple nubs, swollen and aching. She breathes slowly, rhythmically, and doesn’t move.
She focuses on His full, erect cock. Imposing tower, sculpted manhood peaked by a handsome velvet knob. She needs, aches, yearns. Obsession.
‘You hunger to be fed, my pet?’ He teases, needing the nourishment she afforded Him. She nods, unable to speak, her body tense and trembling. He pulls on the clips, stretching her breasts, and knows this will stir her fire into an uncontrollable, blazing inferno. A moan escapes her lips, and she looks up at Him apologetically, anxiously. He caresses her mouth with fingertips. Sweet little Possession.
She sucks His fingers, imagining His cock in the warm wetness of her lips. He pulls, pushes… slowly again… as if fucking her tender mouth, over and over, one finger replacing another. She closed her eyes, slipping farther under His spell. Obsession.
He lays her to one side, takes her arms from behind her back… cuffs her wrists to a single silver hook that pierces through pure white sheets. She looks up into His steely eyes, drowning in His silent dominance. He spreads her legs, attaches each ankle to a leather bind. Dark mahogany hair splayed in disarray around her alluring face, crowning His princess.
