Exhausted from his deed

Exhausted from his deed

Tied down to the bed you're at his mercy once again, Blindfolded it's pitch black and its messing with your brain

Do you hear a person, is there someone in the room with you, the anxiety and anticipation builds up, what will this person do

Then you feel the first touch, it's a strong hand that feels like ice, it pulls at your nipples, the pain feels cold but nice

Then down your side you feel a touch, the softest tickle from a feather but in the background you can smell the distinctive waft of leather

Then you feel it on your skin, the leather flogger bites your thigh, even with just the thought of the mark, you whimper and you sigh

Your brain is going crazy, there's so many things running on your skin, from cool silk to hot wax, a mind blowing night of sin

Ice cubes on your nipples, he even puts one deep inside, you try to clamp your legs closed but they're tied up open wide

He licks your sacred Chalice and then bites you, your juices are soaking your Satin sheets, finally his weights upon you, you feels his body heat

The tip of a throbbing cock, dips inside your hungry, aching hole, you try your best to raise your hips, you want him heart and soul

He grinds deep into you, you take him to his balls, he glides in hard and purposefully, he gives to you his all

Faster and harder he pounds you, he's about to cum, with one last thrust he's finished, the night of deprivation sex is done

Both your fluids mingle, your love juice and his creamy seed, he lays still across your body, exhausted from his deed

Ron