In The Midnight Hour

I drag through the day, controlling the need for night,
The mere mixture of fear, lust, desire and fright,
Compels me to want the things that others shy away from,
In the midnight hour...he takes me to his 'dungeon,
I close my eyes and lay my shy, blushing body down,
And I await...for his presence...for 'that' sound,
It's hard to describe...
More of a feeling...and absence of life...
Yet, he is what makes me feel so alive...so heated...so warm...
With his masterful hands...and dark, dominating form...
No words are spoken...
As from restless sleep I am awoken...
His hand over my mouth...his red eyes burn down at me...
Causing me to shiver with their intensity...
I know that I belong to him...
To use for his every desire...every whim...
I do not fight....there is no need...
I want him as much as he desires me...
He stands me up with one quick tug...
He binds my hands...'this part I love'...
My sheer white gown open to his gaze...
He leans into me ...I feel his hot, hunger raise...
He bends his head down and nips me...I let out a startled cry...
He smiles at me...reading the smoldering in my emerald eyes...
A blush covers my face...
My heart pounds, my pulse starts to race...
His hands go to my hair and pull my eager mouth to his...
Taking my tongue captive with his own...a masterful kiss...
Then he covers my eyes...
And I realize...
He is taking me down below...
To a place only he knows...
My feet touch down and I let out a sigh...
I know we are here...we have arrived...
I hear a door open...and down steps we descend...
A collar around my neck and with a lead...he pulls me behind him...
My eyes still covered...my hands he unteathers...
But...I smell the fragrant scent of leather...
My hands are encased and cuffed above my head...
My feet to are tied to the posts of his bed...
There is no fear or desire to scream...
He knows me too well...these things I dream...
The blindfold still on...I can only wonder what he'll do...
Each time he claims me...it's always something new...
He rips my gown right down the front and displays my trembling body...I feel the warmth of his hands...
Caressing me...arousing me...preparing me for his demands...
His fingertips tracing the paths his tongue will soon follow...
Searching and seeking out...every curve, every hollow...
I want to arch into him...but I do not...
For he knows my desires...he reads my thoughts...
He crawls down between my thighs...
His tongue finds the place it owns...and I let out a sigh...
He licks and kisses and his fingers probe deeper inside of me...
He gets me just to the point of sweet release...
And he stops....UGHH...and I thrash and arch not wanting him to quit...
Then he starts again...and I tense and tighten...and I cry out...cumming...his tongue claims all of it...
He kneels over me...and I feel hot, hardness of him on my lips...
I open my mouth...and I feel him move his hips...
I start to suck and he slides deep within...
He creates a rhythm and mouth matches him...
I can taste his salty-sweetness and I can feel his hardness tense...
I start to pull him in deeper...and his cumming begins to commence...
I suck him in hard...every inch deep...
His hands in my hair, holding my hair...he bucks into me...
I feel the stickiness slide down my throat as he claims my mouth...
Then unblindfolds me as he eases himself out...
He smiles down at the hunger in my eyes...
I blush when I see he realizes...
He releases my feet and my hands...he turns me over on all fours...
Tying me down once more...
With the collar still on...he clips a small leash...
My body quivers...anticipating what he's going to do to me...
His hands run up and down my back...
His fingers enter in and finding such wetness...he let's out a small laugh...
It pleases him that my body responds to his commands...
So eager to answer his demands...
With one swift move he enters me from behind...
Driving deep...he pumps and grinds...
Wanting me to cry out to scream his name...
I am the pawn to the masters' game...
He pulls the lead...
Each time he thrusts driving harder into me...
He feels me tense and I start to tremble and his hands go to my hips...
He plunges in deeper and tightens his grip...
Uhhh....Uhhh....Ohhhh....Ahhhh....
I finally cry out as I cum so hard and clench down on him...
His thrusts just become harder...slamming again and again...
Wave after wave ...sigh after sigh...
He relishes in my orgasmic cries...
Then he puts his hand in my hair and turns me so I'm looking back at him...
He starts to pump again...
The hunger in his eyes makes me ache...
He keeps taking when there's no more to take...
Even as the heat inside me, again starts to burn...
I know it's his turn...
I look over my shoulder, as he demands I do...
And he growls...'I OWN YOU!'
At these simple words...my body quakes...and again I cum...
He thrusts and pounds...I know he's not done..
His hands on both shoulders...slamming me back into him...
He growls and groans and he tenses again...
He leans forward and bites into my flesh...
As our cumming commences and our liquids mesh...
With one last thrust…
The hunger eases, as we’ve fed our lust…
I drift off…peaceful sleep…
When I awake…He has left me…
Still giddy from the passion, and his power…
Left with a need for the midnight hour.