He enjoys his toy.

With blade in hand he traced her skin, 
A trail raised as the tip traveled across her back
Followed by soft kiss and tongue tracing the same line.
A gasp, 
A whimper,
A little squirm,
Now be a good girl and hold still,
She settled back into her trance like state,
What would be next?
A soft fur rub?
A wicked bite?
The feel of leather falls?
Or sharp sting of rattan?
Oh how her disire for pain did call.
As she prepared her self to hold still through it,
Waiting on bated breath!
She felt his lips touch her ear, 
Warm breath of a whisper did follow.
We are going to be here all night little girl!
he said with a primal erotic tone?
And so she set her mind to task, 
To keep her cumming controlled?
Lost in the moment.
Lost in his hands.
A toy for his pleasure. 
A flight of tactile unknown.
Her fate was at his leisure.
With his permission, 
She would cum hard and wet
For he owned her heart, and also her sex

He enjoyed his toy, she his pet, she love this man, his depravity unmet.