Blindfolded

My breath just barely ghosts across your shoulder as I finish tying the knot in the cloth. I place a gentle kiss against the fabric that now covers your eyes before carefully pulling your arms behind you. Placing each hand on an elbow, I begin to wrap the cloth around your intertwined arms. We both know you'll be uncomfortable this way, but you trust me to make you forget all about discomfort. When I am finally satisfied with my handy work, I lay you on your back and take in the beauty before me. I haven't touched you yet but the promise of it is enough to make your skin flushed. I just barely remember the gag on the table. I want to use it and yet I know it will only take away from this moment. The sight of your pretty white teeth nibbling on the edge of plump lips excites me and I am filled with the urge to kiss you. You taste of want and need and a twinge of fear and I love it. Now though your lips are bruised and your breathing is erratic. I long to see the dazed, lost and lustful look in your eyes, but this will be better for both of us if you only have four senses.

I settle myself between your legs, for me, that is my seat of power, my "throne", and you are the land I must care for and protect. I run my hands across your stomach and in my smile there is a promise, but you can't see it.

It starts with kisses. Your neck, your breasts, your shoulder, your sides... I lavish you in kisses. My fingers slowly graze your skin as I work my way up. The kisses become licks and nips as I desperately try to memorize every inch of you. But I purposely avoid all of the most tender and sensitive spots and that is drives you wild. I can feel your frustration, sense the pout in your heart and I chuckle. Oh my dear sweet Little Love. I tease you for a moment more before my teeth find the beautiful divot in your hip. Oh! How you gasp and moan, your body unsure if it should run from the pain or arch up towards the pleasure. Now my assault begins in earnest. Later you will bruise, the marks of my love will ache and you will never again question who you belong to. But for now my nails dig into your skin, my fingers squeeze you, my teeth mark you and you can do nothing but moan and scream and pant. You are close, so close that I can feel your bliss on my skin but I won't let you fall from something as simple as this so I stop. I sit back on my 'throne' and watch you shudder.

It takes a bit of movement on my part, but I finally find myself in one of my favorite positions. I bury my nose in to the petal like folds of your sex and take in the scent that is inherently you. You try to close your legs you know what comes next. I do love it when you struggle against me. I grab both of your legs and dig my fingers into your thighs. You arch up towards my waiting mouth. My tongue darts outs and tastes your sweetness. It sends shivers down my spine and pleasure to my brain. I trace your inner lips with my tongue, delving deeper and deeper with each lick until you're dripping all over my taste buds. My teeth graze the sensitive bundle of nerves and you try so desperately to escape me, but now that I have my target there is no escape. I taste and tease and suckle until you begin to grind against me. You cry out, begging for and end, for release for insanity. I'm not sure even you know what you're pleading for. It is a short fall, the first of several, and I am happy to grant it to you.

When I sit up all I can taste or smell is you. With the most delicate movements I can manage I clean my face of your juices, making sure every drop gets into my mouth. You, on the other hand, are trying to catch your breath, trying to get your body back under your control. No no no. We can't have that, now can we? With little effort, I turn you over on your stomach. I never am sure about how you feel about being so easily handled, but the adorable little squeaks that leave your mouth are always welcomed by my ears. The first kiss I lay on your back strips you of the concentration to gather yourself. The next several set a shiver into you that doesn't end. My every touch and scratch, each kiss and bite draws you higher. Your spine arches and you slowly unconsciously raise your ass up higher and higher, begging without words for touch. For all of you moving and silent begging, the first slap takes you by surprise. You cry out just in time for the next one to land. Again and again, you know what's coming but still, there is surprise in each scream. Are your surprised that it makes you so wet? You are soaking wet, dripping on your bed and legs. Your cheeks are reddening by the time I choose to stop and the shivers have returned. The heat in your mind and body is infectious. You pleasure feeds into mine and I am just as close as you are. But I am not ready for release yet and so you cannot have it either. You whimper when you feel my presence too far from your skin. I love the way your body relaxes at my touch, as though your anxieties can't harm you if I am there. It is a deeply pleasing thing my Little Love.

I carefully spread your cheeks as wide as I can before diving tongue first into your tight pucker. I love that you taste sweet here as well, even if it is tinged with a hint of blood. I devour every inch I can reach. My fingers grow restless and find themselves deep in your flower. Hot and tight, it just barely welcomes two of my fingers. But you? You scream for me, pushing up against my fingers, trying to shimmy my tongue deeper into your slowly relaxing pucker. You will never know how you please me. The frustrated whimper you make when my tongue leaves you pleases me far more. Carefully I replace my tongue with one of my other fingers and slowly bring you back to the edge. Soon every part of you tightens around me and I shudder my quietly as you cum. Your screamed release dwarfs my subdued one.

I give you time to come down from your high; I need to finish prepping you. I grab the small toy I have for this purpose and coat it liberally with a warm, sweet smelling lube. I coat your pucker with it as well and a small dazed moan escapes you. I adore that sound as well. With loving gentleness, I guide the toy past the tight ring muscle. I try and make my touches reassuring. The words that leave my mouth feel awkward and embarrassing, but you need them so they leave my lips with the ease of honeyed wine. I get most of the toy in when you moan. It is low, guttural and filled with lust and I almost lose control. I begin a slow rhythm, it takes a few strokes, but soon pleasure builds within you. You moan and bite your lip. You shiver and cry out. It is too easy to hurt you now, in this moment. You cannot fathom the control I feel over you, the possessiveness. But it is you who stays my savagery. The trust you have in me, the ease with which you rock against me. In this moment I am overcome by the love I have for you. I almost miss your release. Almost. The waves of it hit me in my core and I feel the build-up of my own end close. You shudder next to me, gasping for air. You've given up on trying to regain control of yourself. You lay there spent, but I'm not done with you yet and a small part of you know it.

I begin to cover you in kisses again. I touch, nip and bite your tired body back to its peak. Soon you are writhing against me, wanting more of what I have promised you. I place you on your back once more. I need to see your face this time; I need to see the expressions you make for me, the ones you make because of me. You make that adorable squeaking sound again and I just have to kiss you. An evil smile finds its way onto my face. You agreed to this, you've spent the entire time begging for it. You know what's come next and you still trust me. I feel like a villain.

I return to my "throne" one last time, taking in your form. The sweat, the rising blush, the goosebumps. I savor all of it. I pick up our biggest toy and begin to cover it in lube. When I press it up against your petals of your flower you moan and begin to rub yourself against it. There is deep hunger in your moans, a fire begging to be set free. Heat rises up in me and I answer your need with a hunger of my own. I push the toy into you slowly, using each thrust to delve deeper and deeper into your warmth. Your scent fills the room, the tightness of your heat inviting me in to never leave again. My gentle probing becomes more aggressive as I am filled with the need to hear you scream my name. I hunger for you; I am consumed with the need to possess you, to be possessed by you. Soon I am pounding into you, your nails clawing me. Soon you are peaking rising, higher and higher, bringing me with you. You more crash than fall from your peak. You arch up into me as you find release; gasping, writhing and screaming my name. You fall back onto the bed shivering and basking in the afterglow.

I give you a moment to catch yourself before I release you. First I untie your arms, rubbing soothing circles along the skin. I pull you into a crushing kiss trying to give you all of the love I feel right now. You sink against me, resting your head on my shoulders as I removed the blindfold. I kissed the faint marks left behind by the cloth. I pull you with me as I fall back slowly until we come to rest against the pillows. I pull you tightly against me and I love how you just fit against me. I feel sleep beckoning us closer so I bury my face between your neck and shoulder. But not before nipping your ear and whispering to you the most important words I will ever say to you.

"You are mine, Beloved and I love you."