The wooden door creeks open, you shiver, the tension rising within you.
Closing the door, the wooden beam locked in place, your only means of exit forbidden.
My footsteps echo of the church walls as I move towards you. Your fate a certainty.
There you lay, lit for my eyes by the flickering pillar candles.
I see you moving, I wonder to what end.
Thrones surrounding you wrists, your ankles, pinning you to the cold stone alter.
White covers you from my view, the last remaining barrier from my desires. Your last semblance of hope.
As I step out of the shadows, you finally see me, you see the small dagger in my hand, it's blade glinting in the dim light.
I am beside you, my fingers run the length of your body. You squirm, pleading evident in your eyes.
The dagger moves to your chest, dragging it down, slicing through the thin fabric, exposing your waiting pale flesh to me.
Again my fingertips trail down your body, skin rising in my wake, a slight breathy moan escapes your lips.
I reach your clenched thighs, moving my fingers inwards, opening you.
Your body betrays you, a slight glisten on your lips.
I want you.
I will have you.
Rising from my position I join you, straddling your waist. There is no escape now.
I look down at you, staring into you, a ghost of a smile.
Leaning down I take your mouth with my own. Hard, my tongue probing. Pulling away, your lower lip between mine, a metallic taste.
I feel your back arch beneath me. The thrones, digging into you wrists with the movement.
My hands, gliding down your shoulders, searching for their destination.
Fingers finding nipples, pinching at them, hardening with my touch.
I want to play with you, to make you crave my touch.
Pulling, rolling, your nipples rising to stiff peaks.
You biting your lip, your eyes closing.
My mouth moves to engulf your nipples, sucking hard, my tongue circling. Teeth closing, grazing as I pull away.
Repeating from nipple to nipple. Moans filling the air.
Words fall from your lips, begging for more.