Strungout

And like all good addictions  
I’m lost in a sense of lust  
your skin rasps under  
my calloused palms and threadbare-need  
my breath hot on your neck  
before the last exhale chills  
leaving a shiver  
and run of goose-bumped-braille  
that screams    
I want  
I yearn  
I need  
   
the ropes creeaaakk  
as you turn  
tips of your toes scrabbling ground  
a ballet dancer enpoint    
   
it took some time to get the distance right  
where you hang between pain and  
discomfort    
   
dangling    
there    
fluctuating in the spaces between  
   
I explore  
every square inch  
of you  
inspecting    
   
curating    
   
a mental map  
of every contour    
and curve    
the small scars and pitted imperfections  
my    
male  
gaze    
on you    
the way predators eyes lock to prey  
before they drop to their haunches  
settle in for the hunt  
   
you slip a little  
I step in to bear some of your weight  
whispering sin and deviltry in your ear  
the blind fold satin and soft  
   
I cradle my arm under your ribs  
slap your naked ass leaving  
my hand print glowing  
pronouncing    
   
mine    
   
your outer thigh and ass cheek  
swells    
to the shape of me  
your capillaries imbued with  
the texture of my fingerprints  
your startled cry I  
 
shshshs    
 
gently rubbing over inflamed skin  
   
I take your lip between my teeth  
and drag it out    
almost hard enough to bleed  
enough for the pain to linger  
in your midnight-gloaming eyes before I leave    
you    
   
suspended  
   
to grab my pre planned  
punishment    
the rattle of small chains startles you  
I smirk my charming fuck-off-smirk  
the one that makes you shiver    
in delicious  
an-  
tici-  
pation  
   
the cold clip of clamps  
I had stored in the freezer    
bite into your nipples the way I    
imagine Eve would have bitten into  
that apple  
sweet and seducing  
the allure of all that  
mmmmmm…  
   
forbidden  
   
I pause    
cold shock  
and pain ravage your face  
your nipples burn hot against the clamps  
with their pulsing throb  
I tug gently on the chain connecting them  
dragging you forward    
a vision of you in your floating prison  
is branded on my mind  
where you sway in agony-ecstasy    
   
I told you  
I loved that couch  
and that you would pay for it somehow  
   
the hiss between your teeth  
followed by the moan you reserve for that moment  
of delicious sensory overload is    
a heavy burden to manage  
   
I press my cock into you thigh  
the material of my slacks a buffer between  
flesh-on-flesh  
   
and ask  
 
Do you want it?  
 
you groan  
 
yes  
   
Yes What!?  
I snap in the same tone I tore grown men  
apart with when they tested my patience in all the  
sordid pubs and clubs that permeate my past  
   
“yes sir”  
you whisper  
   
gulping against the implied danger  
growling in my throat  
   
I laugh in the sick candy of sadism    
slap your inner thighs  
four time each for your ocd    
because odd numbers unnerve you  
then tug on your nipple-leash  
the cold chain scraping against your  
stretched taut abdomen  
   
I put two fingers in your mouth  
and growl  
you take to the task  
of sucking them trying to articulate
your lustful want
    
I sidle closer  
slide my free hand between your legs  
and graze your swollen clit  
   
with    
   
feather    
   
light    
   
strokes    
your mouth opens  
air rushes from your lips  
around my thick fingers  
 
your legs tremble  
like a doe before a wolf  
 wet and wanting    
thrumming with the electricity of  
waiting  
yearning  
needing  
   
my fingers fall lovingly from your lips  
 
you lick-snarl  
feign  
biting me  
because you can’t see  
   
I slip my coarse digits    
   
d  
o  
w  
n  
   
tracing your cheek    
and jaw  
   
d  
o  
w  
n  
   
to your pretty  
neck  
   
my thumb curls against your skin  
followed by the clamp of my fingers  
resting firmly around your throat  
your heart beat pounding against my    
work ravaged hand  
   
I pull the chain again  
stretching your screaming nipples  
body arches like a bow  
toes slipping against the floor  
I trace the line of the chain down  
until my fingers rest against your  
throbbing cunt  
your desire leaks out  
I play with your slippery-wet    
running up and over your clit    
before sliding inside delicious heat  
fingers angled aiming hard
at the g-spot  
   
Your panting gasp strangle  
against my clamping hand  
I work my fingers in  
and  
out  
your pussy squelching    
need and desire  
   
I monitor your expression and breath  
to make sure you don’t miss  
the exploding stars of oxygen starved  
orgasm  
   
you fuck against my fingers as best you can  
shoulders screaming against your own weight  
you begin to puddle in my palm  
body locked so tight it’s as if  
you’re carved from granite  
   
I catch that perfect moment  
lean forward breathe in your  
exhalation    
   
your cunt clamps tight to my pounding fingers  
pulses tighter than my hand leaving pretty bruises on  
your delicate neck  

your orgasm a rattle of tension
where you scream    
out  
 
FUCK  
FUCK ME  
 
I release your snow-white-throat  
so you can breathe  
   
you slump forward on the ropes    
body limp  
hair wet
a
shivering mess    
   
my thumb finds    
your clit  
and you gasp  
 
I chuckle  
unclip your tortured nipples  
and think of everything else I have planned