For My Pleasure

The darkness of covered eyes.
Leather-bound wrists held captive.
Muscles stretched taut... tense.
Sounds of strained rope...
And of movement unseen.
Breath shallow and labored...
Anticipation.

Caressing touches...
Fingernails lightly graze.
Swirling down the spine...
Traveling... exploring...
Lingering over the subdued curves.
Glistening droplets created...
Gently probed...
Then raised to taste.

The sting of cold braided leather.
Cries of pain and pleasure.
Waves of need.
Explosions of lust.

She belongs to me.