Bondage

His thoughts were soft at first, mild. An urge to kiss her lightly. You see she was an ember deep within his soul, never quite out, always flickering within.

A light brush of her cheek with his lips changes things. She is gentle warmth and familiar scents of vanilla, lavender, promises.  An exotic wine, filling his nose and flooding his being.

Tracing her cheek lower to the indentation of her jaw and beautiful, delicate neck, he can sense her response.  Her skin warms and flushes. Her breath tightens. She is starting to build a need for him, an ache that urges her to thrust forward.  She squirms!

This could be so easy, fast, but he needs to prolong this experience! He needs to have her body, soul and essence.  Deep down he needs to torture her a little. She must realize his power, control. She must ache until she begs for his touches.  She must give herself wholly to him.  Give in to his any desire!

Gently grasping her wrist, he tightens the bindings so she is helpless. Her blindfold makes her anxious, jumpy! She cannot guess what comes next.

And so he begins his pure torturous strumming of her physical being with his playful mind. She has fully submitted and will beg for him….

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