A Matter of Trust

She binds him to the bed
The straps tight around his wrists
He feigns a desperate struggle
The performance her delight

She slaps his unshaven face
Bites him on the lower lip
The significance of pain
A sign of pleasure to be shared

She takes his hardened cock
Forces it between her legs
Triumphantly she rides
Until both are prone to come

She liberates him from the binds
Kind in the aftermath of lust
But he remains passive
His submission born of trust.