Lust Game

In his eyes, a look of desire,
As I say no, his lips form a smile.
He moves closer, chuckles low,
While I, with caution, start to back away.

Cornered now, against the wall,
His hands reach out, ready to enthrall.
In this moment, a thrill so bold,
A promise of revenge, waiting to unfold.

His mouth meets my neck, hands grip my wrists tight,
Cuffs tightening, as desire takes flight.
The sound of his belt, slipping through loops,
Adds to the passion that steadily swoops.

A battle within, defiance against desire,
Pulses between my thighs, a burning fire.
I give him a look, one that won't give in,
Though I'm bound helplessly, to the ceiling akin.

The press of cold steel against my skin,
Clothes torn away, as his warning sets in.
He steps back, admiring his art,
Eyes on me, contemplating what's about to start.

Hands exploring and teasing, pleasure intertwined,
Bites of the belt, flogger's heavy grind.
Pain and pleasure, dancing in sync,
Bringing forth moans, tears that interlink.

His body against mine, with force he does press,
Consuming me whole, leaving me breathless.
His fingers find my pleasure, searching with care,
As his cock fills me up, a passion we share.

Shuddering orgasms, a stream of warmth and lust,
Pulsing, breathless, a feeling I trust.
He catches me, holds me in his embrace,
Whispers of love, devotion, and grace.

Sexy is more than just physical power,
It's intelligence, humor, strength every hour.
Connections, knowledge, and fun intertwined,
Sometimes gentle and soft, sometimes dark and confined.

In the fight for dominance, a battle is won,
But in the end, it's the love that's begun.