The fibers bite into my skin. i can feel them, one by one the coarse strands branding my skin with their pressure.
i look up to the bonds which have me held, the other end of the rope tied to ring in the ceiling above the bed. my knees barely held my weight, my body stretched up to the heavens, a canvas for His wicked and delicious ideas of pleasure.
my shoulders were beginning to ache though that was nothing compared the ache with my core.
i needed Him. i desired Him.
His breath played over my shoulders, so hot yet at the same time so cold. A shiver runs through my body igniting into a molten yearning low in my stomach.
i ache for Him. For any part of Him.
His words take a moment to sink into me through the fog of my desires.
"Spread your legs, slut..." He commands.
He commands and i obey.
Slowly my legs spread, bringing more strain to my shoulders as more of my weight was supported by the rope bound around my wrists. i groan at the ache but i obey.
Wetting my lips, i let out a soft breath, waiting.
Softly i feel the tips of His fingers brushing down over my back. It is a gentle touch: erotic and delicate. i lose myself in His touch, the sensation so tender that it feeds a part of the ache. i lose myself to Him in that touch.
The sharp sting that suddenly burns into the front of my thigh drags me from my reverie. Like a red hot brand, the leather sears into my flesh as the pain begins to blossom from the metal rivets in the surface of the strap.
Its so intense i cannot even cry out. Closing my eyes i feel the pain melt into my blood, turning it to liquid fire in my veins. So powerful. So sweet.
i immerse myself in the sensation of the pain.
Oh such sweet pain.
The tender touch returns, this time along the side of my neck and down over my shoulder. my body trembles to His touch.
i bask in the sweet gentility that comes from Him after such a shocking awakening.
A shocking awakening that strikes again just when i have been lulled by His touch into a euphoric paradise. This time it comes to my other thigh, just as sharp. Just as searing.
i cry out.
How could i not? Pain blossomed where the strap had struck, little white dots where the rivets were now raising between the pink strip on my flesh. It was beautiful but terrible, intense but peaceful.
Breathtaking.
Shuddering in my bonds, my head falls back as my eyes close. The fire of His strikes mingle with the sensual caress of His fingers to alight a new ache deep within my belly.
He begins again.
This time His fingers find my neck and trail down over my pulse and across to the other side of my throat. This touch is different. He knows me, knows my desires. He knows how such a touch can make me so weak to Him.
my Achilles Heel.
my body freezes where it is, silently pleading He will take me in His hands and slowly tighten His grip. That He will take control by force as i relinquish it.
But He doesn't. He just caresses my skin.
i can feel the heat of His cock pressing into my ass cheek. i moan but the sound that comes out is a desperate groan, betraying my desires in a few simple notes.
i prepared myself for the strike but it didn't come. Of course it wouldn't. i was expecting it.
Suddenly a pain flairs in the strain of my shoulders as He grips my hips and draws me back into Him. my back arches and my body moves for Him, pliant to His desires.
One. Then two. Then three. Finally four fingers work their way inside my cunt. Deeply inside they begin to curl and release, stroking and stretching my inner walls with a firm touch. Yet even this is sensual in its way and through the pleasure of His touch, i am lulled into false security once more.
Such security does not last long.
His fingers begin to shift inside me, drawing out then plunging back into my depths. He starts to take me hard this way, His fingers stretching me further. His rhythm increases. Strong and fast He fucks me, the force of His hand so hard as it hits against my cunt that i swear He would break me. Split me in two.
