At His Leisure

My skin listens to the words his fingertips carve into my mind.

A slow and steady tracing of me so to bring me begging to my knees.

I was his craving but my will was in his hands.

He guides me where I belong at a given moment whispering his dirtiness into my ears.

Satan's tongue, he was my ultimate sin, and a sin to which I need not be forgiven.

I tasted of submission
and he enjoyed my willingness to let go and bare myself to him.

My cunt soaked at the danger that lurked in demonic eyes,

safety wasn't an option with him,
to let him in meant to allow him inflict what he so chose.  

The allure was the never knowing what would come next,

an excitement for the unknown...
for the pain that showed no mercy...
for the brink of death and pleasure all in the same moan.  

Some may say he was my death, but he was the life to my ending.

The magnitude of dangers that would be inflicted sent me shivering against the binds and chains he keeps me in.

To move meant pain but too move also meant that I'd be allowed to feel him against my eagerness.

A price to pay to satisfy my cravings and thus in paying the tab he gains pleasure in catching my screams with his crimson mouth, leaving only a low growl in our throats.  

He was a mystery meant to be read one clue, one bruise, one glare, one moan, one scream at a time.

He was gentle in the way he made me suffer,
biting,

kissing every inch until I laid drenched in my own blood and his scent...

my breath catching in my chest as he pulled me back to him.

The chains appear to be part of me and he is the artist that drew me this way,

his rag doll,
a masterpiece he had perfected with his cock thrusting and vigorously pounding me to the edge of pleasure.  

He could leave me this way...
possibilities were endless...
no rules were set,

but he wants to be the reason my last breath is his and that my soul, my body never forgets.

He blinds me from watching his handy work to tickle a trail between my cuffed and flushed thighs.

He indulges in my flavors ,
nothing is left to waste,
his teeth clench to draw blood to my clit.
 
Never had I been made to suffer for the purpose of pleasure this way.

The feel of his slow glide back in my bruised and tender warmth was hell's gates...

my screams were not a safety...

no limits...

no safety....

The pain would only subside at his leisure and one final scream for him that caught always time and time again in his beautiful mouth.