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A depiction of Surrender
A depiction of surrender
His eyes, heavy on her body, burn her skin without the slightest touch. Still is her prone body, held by unfathomable chains. His words, far more immobilizing than any physical restraint could muster. His command, a force to be reckoned with, voiced barely above a whisper, a chocolate caress that drips warm from his lips.
“Tonight, I will remind you that you are mine.”
She agonizes as he torments her. She holds back wanting nothing more than to writhe in sweet suffering, wanting to scream but forces herself to hold back the torturous sounds. Like electricity, sharp zaps up and down her spine, tensing her muscles. It makes her want to bow her back. Heat centers inside her and she feels a tight coil that is barely forestalled. He knows when she has had enough, but still, he pushes a bit further.
“I have heard before how eyes are windows to the soul. That they tell it all, when we hide the truth. I believe it. Every word. Your eyes give me the suffering you feel. Do you think you can stand more?”
She has a hard time registering his words. Her mind was so lost to the sensations of her body, her mind was part of a nerve and forgotten all thought. Her glassy orbs find his smoldering stare…and it registers. He wants more. She doesn’t respond neither in negative or positive, just taking in shaky breaths.
He doesn’t ask again, but resumes his ministrations. His touch is steady, purposeful. His aim is to pull from her all she has to give and more, taking her to the edge without allowing her the appeasement of falling into the abyss.
This time she crashes faster, her fingers twitch, seeking some sort of reprieve from the rising ache.
He watches as her sight is lost within her, even as her eyes are open. She holds her breath in faster intervals now…and he stops just in time.
He doesn’t give her time to calm this time. She is helpless, and lost again in the delicious misery of his afflictions upon her.
As she approaches faster than ever before, and he pushes her further and further into perdition, she barely captures his whisper.
“Now.”
Her vision blurs, her breath escapes her, her body quakes and her soul soars.
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Upon her return to reality, she feels warmth surround her and is slightly caught off guard when she finds herself in tub of warm water, encased within his strong arms. Rough hands gently massaging the tension from her abused body.
His warm breath by her right ear reveals his still calm and smug demeanor revealed further with his words, “you see how punctuality can serve for more than just one purpose?”
Upon her wordless nod, he reinforces “is this a lesson we have to repeat in the future, my pet?”
She relaxes further into his hold as she responds in a breathed whisper, “anytime you wish, Sire.”
Her response earning his dark chuckle. -
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