The Velvet Rope

I lie face down on your bed, listening to you breathe.
My eyes are closed and I focus my senses on your every movement.
You caress my hands, my arms, and linger, on the small of my back.
I shiver, as I feel the moist warmth of your lips linger on the tattoo of your name on my shoulder.
Waiting...

I shiver, as I feel the velvet rope, this symbol of your dominance grazes my arms,
Still on my hands which have now obediently come together, and rest on the rise of my derriere.
You straddle me, bond me and I hold my breath,
I submit and our night of BDSN begins.

No questions are asked, you take.
You kiss my neck, you stroke my ear,
I am your willing subordinate,
I hungrily commit your every touch to memory.

You snake your hands down my scantily clad body.
You ignite the desire that begs to be tasted by you.
You taste, and I silently will you to grant me sweet release.
"Soon" you whisper, biting my inner thigh.

Time speeds up, and then slows down as you manipulate me,
Controlling me with your mouth and then, you enter me
Time stops and I forget who you are, my Dom.
I push up in sweet surrender and then realize my error.

You thrust, deep, hard and with a primal need.
You show me who is in control.
Growling you reach forward and still me,
Crashing into my slick wet body.

Time dies again as I climax,
Screaming your name proclaiming my love.
You follow suit, primal being you are,
Marking me as your own.