Power Rush

you love to hear me beg for it,
beg for your teeth on me
as you tease me till i cry.

your breath hot in my ear,
calling me your good little slut
encouraging me to pull against your hands
fastened around my wrists, behind my back.

my moan catches in my throat,
leaving my lips, red from your biting
in a pitiful whimper
shaking and trembling.

i pull away and push closer at the same time,
needing to be free of you, yet
wanting the pain you associate with my pleasure
and your's.

curses fall from my mouth,
stinging your ears
forcing you to grip harder
while biting my shoulders
right where i like it.

your knife runs down my side,
slicing the seams of my shirt
until the cold air violates my skin
the ripped fabric falling to the ground
fluttering down, already forgotten.

the cold metal, like fire
as the blad travels gently back up
my body shivering
my cunt betraying me
as i am paralyed.

you chuckle in my ear,
listening to my shaky breathing
kniffe between my tits
a leering grin, a flick of the wrist
it falls away.

i struggle again,
pleading terribly
my whimpering moans echoing
your teeth turning my skin red.

you whisper in my ear,
you want to hear me beg
how much, you ask
how much do you want me to let you go?

i pull harder against your grip,
your impatience growing
clicking your knife shut
tossing it aside.

you call me names,
shoving your hand between my legs
wiping the wetness form my thighs
bringing them up to my lips
forcing them into my mouth.

i shake harder,
moans increasing
sucking your fingers
cumming with barely a touch.

your power rush,
my great demise.