Belong to Him

**I held my end of the Deal haha ;)**


The T.V is turned up,
but I am tuning it out.
I have no clue what the program is about
but I do know
that I am slowly slipping into slumber.

I sit up, abruptly…
I swear I heard a noise…
I'm poised in silence, waiting to catch
another hint of a sound.


Nothing…

My nerves are a little ruffled,
and in my haste to get to bed
I miss the muffled sound of footsteps

Right,
Left,
Right,
Left

Tidying up, as I always do,
I turn off the lights
without a clue that I was condemning myself
into
darkness.

And there it is,
a sharpness at my neck,
a heavy breath
whispering just above my shoulder.
I stiffen in horror and fear,
my mind not even remotely clear as I try to
get my bearings.

A hand cuffs my wrists behind my back,
my body contorted, distorted
to the form my captor
wants.

I realize this is where I scream,
where I try to get away,
but as I breathe in, a whisper keeps it at bay.

"Be quite, little one,
if you value your life,
in my pocket there's a gun
and I here have a knife,"

I am stunned in horror,
my life not my own,
and I feel stark helplessness
deep in my bones.

Then I feel his lips join his knife at my neck.
This wicked, forbidden, caress.
My eyes shoot wide,
why is he doing this?
Why is he gifting me with his devil's kiss?

I struggle, trying to get free,
and with a chuckle and slice,
I feel myself bleed.

Nothing too deep, but the blood is so hot
against my frigid skin.

"Please do not try that again,
my sweet child"
he said as he smiled.

He lets my wrists go and instead a hand goes to my waist,
slowly, no haste, as he feels the soft skin
of my stomach.
My heart starts pounding as his hand moves upward,
toward the bare mounds of my secret flesh.
I flush, in fear and yet in anticipation.

I feel his lips against my neck curl in satisfaction,
the gratification I have given him is immense.

He spins me around, I can't see his face,
he takes a pace back and then rips my shirt down the front,
With a grunt of approval at what he has revealed
he grabs me close and seals
his lips to mine, forcing me into the dance as old as time.

He is so firm, his body taut against mine,
and as awful as it is to admit, he tastes divine.

But I know this is wrong, horrendously so,
So I take a swing,
wrong thing to do…

I hear him growl, low in his throat
and I know
I have made a horrible mistake.

I have invoked his anger and his wrath
I must take.

He throws me to the ground,
grabs my hair,
a sound slap on my cheek
leaves me reeling,
dealing with the surprise,
my eyes water.

I try to sit up, but falter,
I am so scared,
but he kneels down to me
an in his eyes, his soul is laid bare.

He is evil, sensuously so,
and he is not the type to ever let me go.

His grip in my mane brings me on my hands and knees,
and I utter a shattered plea
for him to let me go.

With my shirt now in tatters,
I've only my one last guard,
covering the juncture I protected so hard.

With a whisper of a touch, he clutches the clothe,
and down my legs he slowly pulls,
and only a fool
wouldn't know whats coming.

Tears run down my face,
for I know what is making my heart race.
A tiny fire has been ignited in my loins,
a tiny desire joins
me to him.


He looks long at my most sacred place,
utter pleasure shining on his face
for he sees how I glisten.

If he listens
he can hear my breathes heaving,
and it is too much.

He clutches my thighs and spreads them wide,
and in an instant he is inside.

God the rush, the pain and the pleasure,
there is no way to measure
the intensity, the fire.
I am aflame in this horrible game
of lust and passion.

He reaches forward, his fingers dig into my breasts,
his chest
resting on my back.
The pain is so sharp, so deep,

His nails leave angry lines down my back,
his teeth attack my skin with abandon,
I feel branded...
by him



I feel his passion driving into me,
filling me,
taking and giving to me.

Gods forgive me,
 in this moment,

I belong to him.