no mercy given...

 
he had his predilections
but his favorite was getting me in a particular position  
grasping me by the ankles  
& tugging
until my ass hung over the edge of the bed
hands dominantly gripping hips
he preferred this...
unlimited access...
the angle...the depth...
absolute control...
all fit his specific requirements  
a need to be completely in charge
& he'd hold me  
hostage to his beautiful bondage
ankles resting on his shoulders
patiently maintaining his composure
as if he hadn't just...
...deliberately...
...spent 20 minutes
tortuously inching his way in
snugly tucked...
holy fuck...
less space between our flesh
than a breath
he pressed...
no retreat
murmuring words he knew would undo me
waiting...
as spasm after spasm  
passed violently through me
this was no game to him
he took it very seriously  
& he was oooh sooo good
when I could no longer move
exhausted by the ecstasy...
his hands would glide slowly upward
one palm around my arched throat
the other anchoring
& I knew from that signal...
oh sweet gods...
all hell was about to be loosed
 
 
 
ahhh the memories...