Tie Me Up

 
Naked on the sheets,
Lying completely nude
With my face made-up.
Watching the
The smile in his eyes.
As on the bed
He lays out four silk ties.

And he says,

"I'm going to
Monopolize your world.
Ignite your senses.
I need you
Inflamed in passion.
Absorbed.
You wanting
Me to be all of you."

Slowly he ties the silk
To my foot,
Fastening me,
To the bedpost.
He ties my other leg,
Looking at my body
Open on the bed.
Delight in his eyes,
He kisses me.

Taking a feather
He runs it across my breasts.
It tickles. I shiver,
And try to brush his hand away.
But he stops me.
Nibbling on my ear,
His teeth gentle on my neck.
He slips his silk bond
Around my wrist.
Pulling my arms tight,
He binds me
To the headboard.

On my back,
My arms spread,
My legs open,
Looking up in his eyes.
He runs the feather,
Across my breasts.
Fluttering,
Quivering.

His strong voice
In my ears.

"I'm going
To take you away,
To our world.
A place,
With nothing
But our bodies."

A soft velvet band
Over my eyes,
He ties it behind my head.
In the dark I feel
Him squeeze my breasts.
Pinching my nipples.
His feather teasing my belly.
Making me flinch.
Making me cry out,
From his sensation
In the dark.
His kiss
On my lips.

Whispering,

"I'm want make
You to feel
How much I need you."

The touch of a silk scarf,
Covers my mouth.
Pulling it tight
He closes my words.
I can only
Make sounds of passion.

I feel his nails,
Sharp on my skin.
Moving down
To my wet pussy,
His finger slides in.
Touching my ridge.
In the dark,
I shudder in desire.
My muffed voice,
My tightened body,
So intense.
His teeth
Digging into my nipples,
Biting down my side,
His hands on the soft
Curve of my butt.
I can feel his excitement,
Hard against my leg.
I want him in me.
I need him in me.
My voice mumbling
Through the scarf.
"Take me now!"


But he waits.
Lightly touching
With the palm of his hand.
Raising little bumps on my skin.
Tickling me with his feather,
Rubbing his tongue on my ear,
Making me wiggle in pleasure,
Squirming in desire.
Waiting.
Wanting.
Hoping…

Then,
His weight is on me.
His passion,
His desire,
To have the wetness
Of my body around him.
Pushing in me.
Possessing me.
To feel the contractions
Of my passage.
To make me his.
In the dark.

I tightening around him,
His scent on my nose,
His flesh hard inside me,
Moving in passion.
I struggle against my bonds.
I can not tell him what I want,
Only sounds of passion
Muffled through my gag.

His nakedness,
Is my would.
The universe.
My body trapped under him.
Writhing in excitement,
Struggling for my orgasm,
Against the sheets,
And my bindings.
My labored breath,
My world fading,
My cries muffled,
My head light,
My belly contracting.

Tightening.
Building.
My thighs,
Inside my legs,
From my breasts.
Washing over me,
Flooding.

The inevitable
It's starting.
I'm slipping
From the edge.

Tumbling.
Dropping.
I'm disappearing
In the dark.
Falling
To him