Beautiful...broken...begging
A sigh escapes her cherry lips,
Her knuckles white, hands clutch the sheets
Her wrists,
*red
*rubbing
*raw
Against the metal handcuffs
that she half heartedly resists.
Rough hands hold her head in place
She knows this game, and plays along
A cloth,
*dark
*dangerous
*desire
Wrapped over her lustful eyes,
as she strains to see through the black.
Warm kisses trail down her stomach
Her legs are spread, for him to take
His tongue,
*tasting
*teasing
*tormenting
Ignoring her cries for more,
he slowly circles her aching clit.
Her hips rise up to meet his tongue
He pulls away, and smiles down
Her folds
*wet
*willing
*wanting
But he is in control tonight
And she won’t cum until he says.
His fingers enter her velvet depths
Her eyes roll back, she bites her lip
Her words,
*beautiful
*broken
*begging
He slides his fingers in and out
listening to her ragged breaths.
He soon gives in to her pleading
and slides into her...
Together,
*moving
*merging
*moaning
Red scratches down her porcelain skin,
A reminder for tomorrow.