Pretty

His hand touches her skin
And light pours forth
Heat dances on her flesh
As His skin whispers on hers
Her body trembles
Quivering under His eyes
Belonging to Him
And Him alone
Her pulse pounds on His lips
As they touch her throat
Her soft cry, gasp and moan
Imbed themselves in His brain
She’s in His control
Moves at His command
Yet, He cannot contain His need
Driving and insistent hunger
To bury himself in her deepness
Her soft, slick velvet heat
Her lips brand Him hotly
As surely as He feels
His mark upon her skin
She answers His slightest desire
His wish, His command
Stoking flames that grow higher
Her face is sanguine
Awash in forceful, hungry need
Head thrown back
Hair a gleaming, gold-shot nest
Her neck is deeply corded
Chest heaving as her lungs
Wrest breath in and out
Each exhalation
Accompanied by a slightly louder cry
White-knuckled hands
Clenched in tangled sheets
Hips writhing
Beads of sweat bubble on her skin
He murmurs her name
She can only moan
“Cum” He tells her thickly
“Cum pretty for Master”
and is welcomed by her screams