In Love-Held Captive

I walk into the room and my love is waiting for me
her brazen naked form brings a devilish smile to my lips
I stand over her and her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me
pleased with the negligee I have bought especially for tonight, she stares
her face turns red as I lift the hem, displaying myself for her
I think of what an innocent and bashful creature my love is as I kneel astride her
she lets out a gasp as I boldly start my play with her nipples
she shrinks away shyly as a lock of my hair falls over my shoulder and tickles her
I lean forward, tongue gliding over her breasts, and I reach downwards
I begin to pleasure us both, her with my lips on her chest and myself with my hand
the sensation is strong for such a chaste girl and I moan as my love cries out
I slow down for her sake, allowing us to truly savor the moment
we stare into eachother's eyes, tearfully and tenderly, as I bring us to climax
overcome with emotion my faultless beauty turns her head away
as I lick my fingers, I gaze at her satiated body gently
not wanting to leave her, but knowing I must, I stand
she calls out to me to come back as a close the door behind myself and I answer;
“I'll see you tomorrow, my love.”

the ropes chafe my wrists as she stands over me, smiling
the concrete is cold against my back, goosebumps on my bare flesh
I would ask her what she wants, but the insanity radiates from her eyes
with a predatory glint, she takes a knife out from behind her back
the hem of her negligee is lifted and a blush heats my face
she smiles as, legs on either side of me, she kneels
I cringe as the knife is traced along my chest, leaving trails of blood
the metallic scent mingles with the out of place freshness of her shampoo
she leans forwards and laps at the blood, while her hand reaches downwards
she finds what she desires on both fronts, the cold knife and her warm fingers
one digging into me, the other into her, my cries of pain obscured by her moans of pleasure
she takes her time, savoring the taste of me, while my once smooth skin trembles
her body writhes hard against me as she climaxes, gazing at the tears running down my face
I turn my head away from on coming death as she lifts the now warm knife
but she licks it clean while looking at me gently
my heart beats harder as she gets to her feet, thighs sticky with her own juices
the door's lock slides home as I hear a sweet voice call out;
“I'll see you tomorrow, my love.”