‘Desires’

I enter the room, where you have waited for me
You are sitting there in the dim, red and mirrored unlight
Dark-eyed in the shadows,
Silent and smiling in your chair,
Dark and carven

Your eyes travel my body,
My hair loose about my shoulders
Framing my face, elaborately painted
For you
My waist narrowed
For you
My breasts, raised, rounded, and displayed
For you

You hold out your hand in invite
Beckoning me close
I stand before you and
Still sitting, you run your fingers over the curve of my waist and hip
My breasts
Then, grasping my wrist, you pull me down

Kneeling before you,
I know what is expected of me
As you relax back into the great carved chair
I see your erection through the fabric of your clothes
I lean forward to release it.

As I do so, I scent you
Musky and wonderful.
The aroma of you
Rising from your dark silken shirt

I unfasten your belt
Your zip
I release your swollen cock.
All the while, you sit silently,
Doing little
Teasing a stray strand of hair
Tracing my shoulder with your fingers
Neither helping nor hindering
But I see the smile in your eyes
The unvoiced approval of my actions

But now, your hands take me,
Clasping the back of my neck
Pulling me forward, down

I see the shining droplet
On the tip of your penis
I lick it away, savouring you

And as the pressure of your hand pulls me down,
I take you into my mouth
Loving the taste of you
Feeling the desire for you kindle
Between my thighs.

I glance up
And I see the dark of your eyes
And the gleam of your teeth as you smile
But the pressure on my neck remains
And I return to my task

As I enjoy the satin warmth and taste of your cock
I feel the growing wetness of my pussy.
As you grow harder in my mouth
I feel myself warming and swelling to match you.

Briefly, I lose my balance as your feet push my knees further apart
I look up to your face,
Briefly seeing your grin before your hand grasps my hair
Pushing me down again
I am kneeling before you
Straddled as far as my balance will allow
Supported only by my hands on your thighs
As I mouth and tongue your cock.
I swallow hard against your increasing flow.

I feel your toes against my pussy
Brushing, then probing
Penetrating within.
I gasp in shock

Abruptly, you rise from your chair,
Pulling me with you
I stagger from my unaccustomed position
But I rise nonetheless
My hair firmly in your grasp

You pull my head back
And as my breasts and hands arch forwards in balance
You grasp my wrists
Clamping cuffs about them
You raise my hands high, tying them firmly
To the ceiling hook, there for your purpose

I am helpless
Stretched and displayed for you
For your perusal
And use
And enjoyment

Your arms slide about me
And as you kiss me
I feel you release my breasts
From their cupped and boned confinement
You gaze at them as you play with my nipples
Fingering and tweaking them
They crinkle hard for you as you bend to take them
In your mouth
As you sink your face into me
And feel moist warmth runs down my thighs

And a longing for you grows inside me

You stand upright again, clasping me close
Staring into my face
And I feel your hand glide south
To assess your handiwork

As your fingers slide between my legs
You smile, and murmur in approval
Then suddenly,
Ram your hand home
I cry out
And the heat between my legs turns to passion
As you reach and plunge into me
Hard,
And somewhere beyond where pleasure and pain have meaning.
Five, six, seven…. A dozen times
Then you pause

And wordless and moaning, and unable to move
Panting and lost for words,
I hang, my weight on my wrists

I see you, watching,
And judging my reaction.

Then you drop down
Your hands once more forcing my legs further apart
Your fingers part my folds
Exposing me for your enjoyment

I try to look down
To see you
But I cannot

Only in the mirror can I see,
Where you approach me
Reaching to taste my wetness
Your tongue and lips relishing my pussy and clit.

I feel, and the half-lit, gleaming mirror shows me
You, pressing in close to drink me
One hand prising my thighs far apart
The other reaching inside for my g-spot
As you suck and work my clit

I am in ecstasy
There is not pleasure
There is not pain
There is only intensity. And sensation
And the yearning

I want to watch you
To see you as you pleasure me
But as I try to see you in the mirror, the spasm takes me
And as my heart pounds
I writhe and shudder
Unable, in my bondage,
To do aught else

And in the mirror I see you,
For a moment, continue your work.
Then, you sit back on your heels
One finger skimming my lips and clit
Teasing,
Until you judge I can take no more.

As I return,
Still bound,
Still helpless,
I see you, sat back in your chair.
Chin in hand. Relaxed
Waiting

When you decide that I am once more ready
You stand
You release my cuffs
And wait, silently

I stand before you
I slide my hands down your silken shirt
One by one,
Unfastening each button.
The silk glides from you to the floor

I kiss your chest
I follow you down as you sit once more

I kiss your penis
I cup your balls and I feel the throb from within.
I know that you are close.

Your hands in my hair
My hands working your cock.

My mouth taking you in
My tongue working the head,
Circling and probing.
I, loving the scent and tang of you

I hear you sigh,
Gasp
I sense you tense….
And you gush into my mouth

And I drink you
And revel in your essence

Your hands hold me firm as you climax.
But willingly I take you,
Swallowing what you give me.
Sweet-bitter taste.
My hands massaging your balls,
My tongue working your cock, until,
Your hands, entwined in my hair
Pull me away.

I lick away the final taste of your come from my lips
Waiting to see if you are content
Satisfied

Sated.

For moments you sit back
Silent, eyes closed,

But then your eyes open
And, hands still gripping my hair,
You pull me towards you.

And we kiss

And grin.