Kink

by queenyl

A quiet afternoon lazes by,

my face caressed by little wisps of air from the open window.

The sun dapples the cover and my skin with its warmth

as I lay across the bed.

The room feels like a glove around me, close yet comforting.

I listen to the songs from my stereo, as they float over me.

I am engulfed in my book, reading contentedly.

I hear and feel the smack of a hand across my ass almost at the same

time, shocking me out of my lull.

I turn back to see him, is face, and the miles of skin that is his palm forces my face away.

I feel the velvet of the blindfold cover my eyes.

My head is forced back, a gag firmly wedged in my mouth.

I know him, his moods. These are not toys for my arousal,

they are his tools to allow me to know my limits.

I dare not move, knowing he should cease if I did.

He flicks at my sex lips with a finger gently,

twisting my desire into a furled scream I cannot release.

He brings his hand back to my ass, slapping down with a seismic tremor.

His hand waves ripples into my skin, trembling down my legs like lapping tides.

The burn is my friend.

I welcome it as it rages my nerves.

How much I want to bring my cunt back up to his hand, to feel its presence there again.

I don't fully aware he would stop all touches should I do so.

There is no going back now, it is too late-

I hold still; my desire wrapped up in its shell until

I am allowed to enjoy it.

His hands lift from my body, he moves. I hear the slip of the ropes from their case,

his hands wrapping them into coils.

He raises my hands roughly above my head, and the ropes gracefully dance upon my wrists,

binding me for him.

He always makes it tight, so I will remember tomorrow.

His chest is on my back, his breath warming my neck,

jolting the skin there with electric power.he merely says "Good".

I flare at his voice, so soothing, tender, yet it possesses more confident sway

than an alpha male wolf's growl.

Hearing his approval sinks me under the surface submerged and surrounded by the environs

like a murky pool.

He raises, and I hear the clink of my chain.

Then, I hear the strains of ghostly melody,

and the words from his favorite mood music.

~dominion I say mine ~

I know it is going to be a rough, demanding session, and I love it.

I wait to feel him again, hot, heavy.

He pulls my head back by my hair, it bunched into his fist tightly.

I sink into oblivion accepting this delicious torture.

The pain sears my through my head, my eyes bulging from it.

I feel the cold steel across my neck, my hair lifted

so he can adjust the choke ring.

This chain is like a lover to me; it knows me as well as he does.

I relish this treasured feeling, aware of where it takes me.

He drops the lead length, letting the choke loosen while he moves away again.

It strikes me that I am helpless without him, and only he can set me free.

I surrender to the captivity, waiting.

I feel him behind me, kissing my thighs, tasting like a delicacy,

savoring them.

How badly I want to moan, but the gag in my mouth reminds me I serve him in silence.

His chin pokes my tender, inflamed pussy as he kisses and licks my anal opening.

I relax to allow him, and he smacks again- he likes me tight.

I clench and he thrusts again, a searing but bliss laden sensation in those walls.

He stops, kissing my rounded ass as he withdraws.

I am afire and trembling, so twisted by his control over me

I scarcely feel my knees being pushed up underneath me.

My face presses to the bed, my rear raised high.

I feel the lead length raise, and him kneeling behind me.

I am taken by surprise, it has been over a year since he has come at me like this.

I quake with my need to please him, yet restraining any serious movement.

He reminds me-'not till I allow", and 'good" as he enters my hole from the rear.

He is immense, swollen past his already generous size.

It isn't his size that I notice, though. It is how he uses it,

making me feel every bit.

He lazily fucks my cunt, almost uninterested,

merely there.

I fight my urge to beg for more,

he hates it when I beg in the gag.

I hear the click; feel the chain twist in his hand,

and I feel the familiar bite as the choke ring digs into my neck.

The kinks of the chain rub my flesh, and he begins to slam into me.

Of all my lovers, his strokes of passion are the strongest- there are times when it

feels like being smacked with a sledgehammer in my pubic bone

each time he enters me.

I take it gratefully.

His cock moves faster, the grip on the chain tightens,

and I feel my second lover caressing me violently

My throat constricts, and I begin my breath control methods,

utilizing the little oxygen I get to the fullest/

his free hand roams my breasts, pinching them, slapping them.

He stops his fuck long enough to lean underneath me, and bites my nipple.

I feel my flesh break- I am allowed to moan if he opens my skin.

I softly murmur against the gag, floating, pushing my orgasmic need away intently.

He returns his raging sex to my pussy, wailing at me, his body rocking mine,

his swollen sac pressing against me with each push. I have

become so wet my thighs are lined with my lube, he is covered to the

balls with the cream of my loins. There is a damp puddle below us, it

having fallen like water out of a fountain. I know he loves it, he

revels in making me insane with lusy, and watching my body pour my fluid at his touch.

I hear the roar of my blood in my ears like thunder

as he yanks harder on the chain.

I close in on the black wall of unconsciousness, tap my left foot once in warning.

Every time he chokes me, I tap once when I reach this point.

Even though I can be like this for minutes, I tap.

I must let him know, or he would think there was still more to go,

continue pulling to bring me to this much craved sensation, and go too far.

We dance in a silent ritual of communication every time,

knowing each other's signs and limits.

My eyes throb in my head like thumbs pressing from behind,

my entire self flashing from the firing of my neurons.

I feel the snap of the chain on my shoulder

as he holds my very life in his hands. I trust him completely.

He is boiling now, sweat dripping onto me like rain,

he taps me on my shoulder tattoo twice.

This is my permission signal- to explode,

to sigh,

to let him know my pleasure.

I feel him swelling even more,

feel the twitching in his thighs.

In the back of the room,

I hear the most fitting song,

the words driving me over the edge.

~Gimme siren child and do you hear me call

Gimme siren child and do you hear me call

Sing, child of right and wrong

Gimme things that don't last long

Gimme siren child and do you hear me call

Hey now hey now now, sing this corrosion to me ~

He grunts, holding himself back for me,

and I shudder, my spasming cunt tight on him, rippling like a tidal wave.

All without having touched my clit, I manage to think in amazement.

As my screaming rages,

the cool lengths of chain writhe on my back like snakes;

he lets go, holding my hips greedily with both hands, pumping ferociously.

He cracks the dam of his resolve, spewing his cum into me.

He blows like a geyser, flooding my walls with slick, sticky milk like semen.

He leans into me, kissing me and sobbing, his own breath stolen away.

I fall to the bed, and we lay there until the music ends,

then he slips off the chain, the blindfold, and the gag.

I rest in his twitching arms as he hums to me,

no words, just soft sounds of approval.

He releases my hands, and I turn over to hold him.

He smiles, and says to me,

"So good, girl. Next time, the earplugs, too."

My stomach wrenches and adrenaline spikes me- I can hardly wait. Each adventure is better than the last,

but for now- I know I have pleased

him, I am at a twisted peace.