Yours
Delicate silk binds my wrists tightly behind my back and I am blindfolded. Scantily clad in only a black thong and heels; I am on display just the way you like me.Upright on my knees, I wait. Anticipate.
Your hushed footsteps break the silence in the bedroom. I stop breathing and turn my head to listen. Delicate beads of sweat form a glistening sheen on my limbs. Taut muscles twitch. You are near.
"My pet, you look delicious, " You croon.
There is an unusually cruel lilt in your voice tonight .
I shiver.
Resist the urge to beg, I tell myself.
"You can't hide your thoughts from me whore. I know you like the back of my hand."
Whore-- Whore-- Whore, I chant quietly to myself. Yes, I am your filthy fucking whore.
Your fingers graze the silky skin of my breasts then plunge downward. Suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, you deliver a hard slap to my face.
I reel back on my haunches from the force of your assault and spread my legs wider in an attempt to regain my balance. Heat spreads to the imprint left on my face. Only you can deliver the erotic sting of pain pleasure that my flesh desires.
Panties are soaked. Hot cunt pulses uncontrollably. I'm dripping for your love.
Fuck me. Love me,
I am yours.
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