Take me. Take control of me....
After I am naked you lay me down on the huge four-poster. You
take a smooth, silky, emerald green scarf and tie my wrists together.
Holding my arms above my head, you whisper to me, "Submit."
"No," I say defiantly. I am in an uncooperative mood this evening.
You kiss me gently on the nose and say, "You're in no position to
deny me anything. You will submit to me--willingly or unwillingly."
"Ha!" I snort. "Make me."
You grin wickedly. "If you say so, m'dear." And then your
teasing, tickling tongue is at my throat, licking and flicking over the
tender, pulsing artery just underneath my skin. Then your teeth, nibbling
gently--then a little rougher. I suppress a groan, try to keep my hips
still. Your cock is hard, poking aggressively against my thigh.
Your mouth then trails lazily over my collarbones, and then down,
eager to capture a dusky nipple between your teeth. Your fingers tickle
my ribs through my trembling skin. I giggle a little. You suck my
nipples hard between your lips, and this time I cannot quash the sounds of
pleasure emanating from my throat. "Victory!" you hiss, forcing open my
thighs with an insistent knee.
"Not even," I say through clenched teeth. My hands strain at the
silken bonds. My body steels itself against the onslaught of your desire.
And still you attack: your tongue now exploring the recesses of my belly
button; your hands underneath me, kneading my soft, round bottom.
"Submit," you command again.
"No," I reply, my voice shaking. My resolve is weaker now as your
strong, nimble fingers trace lazy figure-eights on my inner thigh.
"You are quite the irreverent Little Miss Thang this evening," you
murmur, continuing to stroke my thighs. Your breath is hot against the
thick hair of my mons. My core is throbbing, liquid, on the verge of
exploding. Tiny colored stars arrange and rearrange into showy
constellations in front of my eyes. You continue to stroke and breathe
against me. A tiny "please" escapes from my lips before I can bite it
back.
"Beg pardon?" you query mischievously, lightly brushing your thumbs
across my clitoris. There is laughter and a hint of triumph in your voice.
My body quivers in torturous pleasure.
I try to arch my hips towards your touch, but you pull your
fingers away. "Say it," you command me. I open my mouth to utter the
phrase, to say the words that will guarantee me explosive ecstasy. But a
final swell of rebellion takes control of me and I shake my head. "No," I
say again.
Gently, very gently, your tongue arcs out to flick over my clit.
The tiny colored stars condense, implode, and then explode, raining down
over all five of my senses. "I submit, I submit," I moan over and over
again, my body bucking against the silk that holds me captive. You grab
my hips to hold me still and inflict your exquisite torture again, and
again, and again....
