I open my shirt, and bare-chested I watch her.
She looks at me and smiles. "Bastard," she says, "there is no art in violating little women..."
I smile back. She's wrong. And she knows it.
"Want a safeword...?" I ask.
"Want me to have one?" she asks softly.
"... well...no... but it's not really up to me, is it...?"
"Then I'll do without....," Her voice is gentle and full of love.
But, as usual, I do warn her: "It's your risk....."
"I know... but I trust you..."
"Don't...," I say darkly, "you're completely at my mercy..."
"Yes", she says softly, "I'm aware of that...." She keeps her eyes locked to mine...
"So....?"
"Your love guards me..." she whispers, "I'm sure... no safeword... as always..."
I smile and repeat after her: "As always.... my love...."
For a long time I keep looking deep into her dark eyes... sensing their abysmal depths. Depths I long to descend into.... looking around from within... watching that private territory... feeling and touching... inhaling her...
I bend over and carefully place a little kiss on her soft wet lips. She is so wonderfully warm. Her scent.... her sexual aroma rises to my soul.... Carefully my lips slide across her throat, and from there, teasingly slow, I taste the warm and breathing flesh of her armpit... very slowly....
Very slowly...
And very silently..., like a dancer on the thin tightrope of her lust, I kiss the soft tilt of her breast. And taste her nipple... big and swollen as it is...
She is aroused as much as I am...
"... Ahh...," she reacts... and she closes her eyes.... "Aaahhh.... stop it...!" And she tightens the muscles of her outstretched arms... "You rotten bastard! I cannot defend myself...!"
I let go and watch...
She looks so delicious as she lies there... all for me... Displayed, exposed and naked on that white sheet of our big bed... And she is utterly and wholly for me...
I look at her spread out arms and leisurely distance myself. As from a slowly rising helicopter I view more and more of her body... her landscape. My eyes caress her four so beautifully extended limbs. From hand to armpit... ribs, full breasts, soft belly and lower... across the thin haired bush that barely covers her most intimate delicacy... to the round slopes of her smooth thighs... and down to the tips of her tiny toes. She is a live fresh painting, a still of juicy fruit..., a pear on my plate... ready to be eaten, ripe and full... available for my greedy, raving lusts...
Her wrists and ankles are firmly bound. I have used her own velvet shawls... knotted them around the four corners of the wide low-wooden bed. She lies on her frail back, powerless... her belly defencelessly opened up... hands and feet stretched without slack... Thus she knows herself my captive, my prisoner....
She tries to lift her head... "Come here, I need to kiss you," she says with that light brown voice of hers. And she attempts to raise her head, straining her neck muscles, jerking her shoulders and twitching the flesh of her armpits...
I leave her nipple and get my face close enough to hers to tease her with the anticipation of a kiss. She extends her lips to meet mine... but no... In aching frustration she moves her adorable little head on the pillow... from left to right and back and on... and on...
I relish in the delightful sight...
"Please... please...," she moans.
I let her pleas go unanswered for many minutes.
Finally she gives up and tries to relax. Her lovely head, framed by those beautiful curls, is still again. Her eyes, widened in desire, look up at mine.
I love that. It excites me beyond belief to see how much she lusts for me.
"Please...," she says again, and in a hoarse voice she adds: "please be merciless... I need to scream.... and..." But I interrupt her words, quietly putting a hand on her mouth. "Shhh... I know what you want to say..., we both know..."
She closes her eyes. It's her signal for total submission. I sit down next to her on the mattress and softly stroke her thick black waves of hair.
Then, suddenly I grip their roots and jerk her head backward, deep into the pillow.
"Aaaiii...!" she cries..., "you bastard...!... Aaahhh...!"
But she does not fight back... I hold her... and finally kiss her...
She moans as I suck her tongue in, biting softly... She is delicious.
She moans again...
I close my jaws...
She erupts in a guttural scream which aborts in my mouth. I love it... and increase the force of my bite!
Strongly she jerks in my mouth, unable to free her tongue from my teeth. And, still screaming into me, she now begins to fight... with strenuous attempts to turn her head away. It does not work. I hold her lovely head in a vice grip...
And even more strongly I bite...!
Suddenly she is all wet with transpiration. The contortions of her delectable body, bound and twisting below me, become desperate. This is how I love her, how she delights me... She cannot break free... and she knows... she knows she has become pray to my predatory lusts...
Finally I let go...
But only to quickly feast again on her fully erect nipples. First one... then on the other...
It tastes different. Softer and sweeter than her tongue. I wallow in pleasure.
And so does she... helplessly trembling all over her body... The nipple in my mouth swells and grows, bewitched by my tongue. And greedily I suck..., drawing in more and more of her, until my mouth is full of breast.
Gradually she stops squirming, and begins to pant.
Then, unexpectedly I bite deep into the flesh that fills my mouth. Violently...
Pain shatters her... She howls...! "NOOOO!!!... You hurt me...! STOP!! PLEASE!!"
But I enjoy her pain and wriggling too much to let go. So I hold my mouth in place, and keep my teeth sunk in. A fierce and forceful battle envelops us. The delicious convulsions of her restrained body change to an uncontrolled jerking... she screams really beautifully.... The way I like so much...
