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My favorite role

I am strong, too strong to be broken
Too strong to be owned, if he can dish it I can take  
My limits deformed
I sway tied in reluctance, beaten and bound
Proud to stand in the silence of his frustration  
Savouring the sound  
Unaffected, unprovoked  
not a whimper slips my lips
Even through his dirtiest, darkest viciousness
He's shaken, I can see him stumped
Retreating
Trying to pinpoint exactly what about me is misleading.
 I feel him coming closer,
approaching me with caution
Sniffing me out, deciphering me
hunting, stalking, watching.
Stunning blue eyes examining
cutting through he's deeper  
tossing mask after mask aside  
when he touches me, I weaken
Teasing, testing, seeking,
the secret hid within
He takes a button pulling, uncovering what's his
Gasping at tight nipples, and the flush I cannot hide
I feel him linger on goosebumps, tracing my surprise
He drinks me in intoxicated drunk on soaking thighs,
unspoken fear grips me, muscles tightening  
uneasy
Clenching, releasing, clenching, releasing  
Exhausting myself concealing  
My senses awaken into the room they bloom
Sensing, waiting, anticipating
I shiver when he says relax
And find myself consumed
I shudder at his touch, once, twice, again, again
I look down to see my favorite prize,  
straining in his clench
Fuck he turns me on,
It's over  
I am gone to this
My eyes lock in wanting and a gasp slips from my lips  
my gaze lingers greedily, drinking in the sight of him
  I've made my mistake and I know it  
now he sees where I give.
My need to see he's hard for me,  
 drooling, panting, and unhinged
I fight to hide
 I struggle
 angrily I groan
He smiles, knowing I'm right where he wants,  
Words gone i speak In moans
Dripping wet from his touch hips grinding on their own
Not so fast miss temptress  
He pulls the rope tight to hear me choke  
Inside my head
I drown in regret for what I've said
 never having spoke
You need this he growls
 to be folded up and
 held down
To worship me and please me
You my darling need nothing more then
 to be used by me completely
I'm undone before him piece by piece
I can't fight this anymore
I feel the lock sliding, he's releasing her  
My deeply buried whore
The slut who can't get enough
 lost to his control  
I fight the rope and silently hope
He lets me play my favorite role
Written by necro_mantic
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