A quiver - it is slight, you hope I don't notice.
But I know.
It's a chill tremble that arcs across your spine,
A shiver of fear and excitement -
You anticipate my touch, you need it, but what I might do terrifies you.

What latitude you have awarded me terrifies you.

Yet here you are, spread out before me -
Those gorgeous eyes blinded,
That delicious mouth gagged,
Each delicate wrist and ankle bound to one another.

In vain, you struggle lightly.
Your efforts are wasted, and you know it.
But the chase is part of our game.

And there it is -
Fire and ice, the touch of my fingertips dancing across your shoulders.
I chuckle softly as you whine, as you pull at your bonds.
Without hope of escape.

Yet I know you, I see clearly into your heart.
You struggle, you moan, but you want this -
Almost more than I want to give it.

Bending and leaning over your back, I bring my lips to your ear.
A searing breath blows across, as I whisper to you.
I let you know that you're my precious girl -
That you're a good girl -
That I love you.

But I also tell you that you have been...bad.
To tease me so long, and to think that I would not punish you for it.

"Bitch," I call hoarsely, "I am your Master.
You belong to me."

Even though you are unable to rise up, to turn and face me,
You can feel the predatory gleam shining from my fangs.
Ah, your scent wafts over me, drowning me.
I can taste your fear on the air -
And your arousal, your dirty need.

Excruciatingly slow, I reach behind to stroke you.
"How dirty you are," I admonish, lowering myself to press against your back.
With but a finger, I tilt your head and roughly bite the side of your neck.
"What a slut you are."

Almost immediately, your eyes shoot wide open.
You vigorously shake your head, and try to whine through your gagged lips.
"No," you want to argue.  "I'm a good girl - a clean girl!"

Yet I know you, I see clearly into your heart.
You try to deny your core nature, but you can't fight me.
Even if you could, you wouldn't want to.

Now it's time to mislead you, to tease you.
I slowly drag my soaked fingers up and across your back -
Tickling your spine, your sides.

And then I lurch back to plunge into you - flesh and spirit.
But not with my manhood.
This way I can work you, stretch you, hurt you.
Make you scream around that gag.
Your screams are always beautiful - an inseparable mixture of pain and ecstasy.

I hear you mumbling, and I know what you're asking.
"Please, Master, don't tease me~"
"Please, Master, don't toy with me~"
"Please, Master, give me your mark~"

You have such a gorgeous pout within your eyes...
How could I ever say no to that?

First, it's time to free you.
To a certain extent.
Slowly, I reach up to the back of your head, and untie your gag.
It slips from your lips and falls before you.

I want to hear the sounds you make while I work you ragged.
I want to hear you beg -
I want to hear you whine -
I want to hear you scream -
I want to hear you cry -

Pleading with me to stop.
Begging me to take you all the way.
Praying that I'll still love you after I've had my way with you.

"Silly kitten," I whisper.
"Of course I'll still love you."
"I love my girls clean, dirty..."
"And I love them everything in between."

Now it's time to be gentle,
And I'm more than happy to accommodate you.
With a flurry of kisses, I brush away the tears that have welled in your eyes.
Then our lips meet, and fire erupts between us -
Through us, within us, around us.

The kiss is not of lust, but of passion.
It is not of sex, but of communication.
You say to me, "You may have your way with me, in any way you choose."
I say to you, "I will not break your trust, I will not hurt you."

And now the time to be gentle has passed.

And now it is time for me to break you.

Without warning, I take you fully in a single movement.
You screech, your arms straining to break their restraints and claw at the sheets.
Those not privy to our lusts might think I was killing you.
But I recognize that shout.
You want more, so much more than you think I'll give.

Silly kitten, you should know by now.
All you have to do is be mine -
My lover, my slave, my housewife.
All you have to do is follow my commands,
Serve me in all things.

I'll give you everything you ask for.

Within hours, your body begins to tremble.
I can feel exhaustion racking you.
You've come to the peak of climax over and over again,
And I know you're worried about how much more you can take.

You ask me to stop, to give you time to rest.
But I only treat you harder, harsher.
Quickly, I roll you over and force myself onto you as hard as I can,
Taking the front of your throat into my fangs,
Biting down to choke and silence you,
To remind you of your place.

My response is simple.
"Whore, you know the word.
The one word that will make me stop, no matter what.
Do you really want me to stop?
Say it, and all of this is over in the blink of an eye..."

The only mercy I'll show you.

Yet you refuse it.  You whine and whimper when I release your throat,
But you never say the word.
You blush, and your mouth is open so wide that you're drooling -
I can tell my ministrations hurt you,
But you never say the word.

Because you love the pain.
Because you don't want me to stop.
Because you know that I won't damage you.

Because you trust me with your life.

Hours later, with a final scream of unrestrained bliss escaping your lips -
It's over.
Exhaustion yanks at my consciousness, but I refuse to sleep yet.
First I must release you, untie you.

I wrap my arms around you tightly, as you do me.
We gaze into each other's eyes longingly, already missing the feeling of our flesh intertwining.

But we still remember the waves of truth as our souls became one,
With each shared moment of climaxed ecstasy.
As if the cosmos itself were opening up before us,
Swallowing us into its divine grace.

Gently, I brush the hair from your eyes and smile.
In a single look, I say a lifetime of sweet nothings.
"I love you."
"I need you."
"I want you."

"I will never leave you, never hurt you."

"Without you, I cannot function."