a Master's hand in my hair

I feel Your hand slide under my hair and caress the nape of my neck.

Gently Your fingers spread and start up the back of my skull, parting my hair in sections between Your fingers.

Ever so slowly, Your fingers tighten, wrapping my hair around them, causing You to twist them even deeper.

I feel the pull, causing me to instantly tremble in both fear and desire.

My juices between my legs respond quickly.

Tighter and tighter Your hand twists.

My hair is pulled back more.

My head starts to follow the downward path of Your hand.

As the pain increases, my eyes close and my knees start to quiver.

I feel the power, the control, the desire of You.

Your hand pulls downward a bit more, exposing my bare throat to You.

I feel Your breath, warming it.

The hand at my head, twisting my hair, holding me captive in Your grip.

A soft sigh pours from my lips as Your nose traces along my jaw line, causing me to moan again.

Your other hand comes around my waist, holding me, bending back to unbalance me.

“I love you, My candy,” You say.

Your head leans down, kissing hard.