Would you call this truth? Is this true torment? But you are lying to me, de Sade, do you think I don't know it? You are my dom, I am your sub – you wouldn't let me turn the tables and reverse our roles! But know this: the only reason you are my dom is because I am your sub. The only reason you master me when you push my head down and say, "Bite me," is because I choose to answer, "Yes, Master." and then I bite. I am not fooling myself in this.
You would let me tie you to the bedposts and strip you down, tease you, put my tongue in you and on you, let my hands roam over your body as if I were molding you from clay, and when I sit on your face, you will eat me as one starving for that cream dripping from my cunt.
While I grasp the headboard and cry out from the feel of your lips on my clit, while I have my eyes closed and draw ragged breaths as you ravish me, while I have my head bowed and am completely absorbed by your tongue-fucking ... suddenly, you are grabbing my ass, and I will only wonder later how you managed to free your hands from those restraints. Later I will question myself: Is he magical? Is he that strong? Did I not tie him down well enough? Perhaps I purposely left the knots weak? If so, I wasn't aware of it. Did my hands betray my mind?
My body is arching, this body you are grasping and pulling even closer – you knew this would happen, didn't you? You planned it, this reversal: I was never in control, that was an illusion you allowed me long enough to fool me ...
Oh, but right now I don't care. Right now, at this moment, I cannot breathe, my thighs are shaking, my insides feel twisted, pulsing, fevered – and I cum again and again into your face until you push me back. Your eyes are shining, flashing a warning at me. Your smile is wicked. You, who claimed to be at my mercy – it was a lie, I know that now, just like I have always known it.
I whimper.
When you speak to me, I cannot recognize that growl as your voice. "Say it," you command me. I tremble. You push me further down along your body with arms still covered by the white sleeves of your shirt that I tore to reveal your chest. Useless ropes still dangle from each wrist. I reach out to grab your head again. I taste myself on your tongue when I kiss you, my cum mixed with your blood and your taste. I crush your lips against your teeth and invade your mouth with my tongue doing battle with yours: we are devouring each other.
But then you push me away, holding my face in your hands.
I hiss at you. You bark at me in a ferocious and terrifying tone. "Say it!"
I slip my hand down between us and grasp your cock. Keeping my eyes fixed on yours, I guide you into me, letting you impale me with one quick move of my hips. When I did it, I saw you close your eyes and heard you gasp. The feel of you ... inside me ... this is where you belong. You know this! The knowledge of it is writ across your face, I can see it.
As I try to lean back so I can sit up and ride you, you grab my arms so tightly that I know there will be bruises there tomorrow: ten small blue circles. Your lids fly open and you imprison me with those blue eyes as surely as you have imprisoned me with your body in me.
Now your voice has steel in it. "Say it!"
I nod, tilting my hips back and forth to rub my clit against your groin. "Yes," I whisper.
"Master."
You would let me tie you to the bedposts and strip you down, tease you, put my tongue in you and on you, let my hands roam over your body as if I were molding you from clay, and when I sit on your face, you will eat me as one starving for that cream dripping from my cunt.
While I grasp the headboard and cry out from the feel of your lips on my clit, while I have my eyes closed and draw ragged breaths as you ravish me, while I have my head bowed and am completely absorbed by your tongue-fucking ... suddenly, you are grabbing my ass, and I will only wonder later how you managed to free your hands from those restraints. Later I will question myself: Is he magical? Is he that strong? Did I not tie him down well enough? Perhaps I purposely left the knots weak? If so, I wasn't aware of it. Did my hands betray my mind?
My body is arching, this body you are grasping and pulling even closer – you knew this would happen, didn't you? You planned it, this reversal: I was never in control, that was an illusion you allowed me long enough to fool me ...
Oh, but right now I don't care. Right now, at this moment, I cannot breathe, my thighs are shaking, my insides feel twisted, pulsing, fevered – and I cum again and again into your face until you push me back. Your eyes are shining, flashing a warning at me. Your smile is wicked. You, who claimed to be at my mercy – it was a lie, I know that now, just like I have always known it.
I whimper.
When you speak to me, I cannot recognize that growl as your voice. "Say it," you command me. I tremble. You push me further down along your body with arms still covered by the white sleeves of your shirt that I tore to reveal your chest. Useless ropes still dangle from each wrist. I reach out to grab your head again. I taste myself on your tongue when I kiss you, my cum mixed with your blood and your taste. I crush your lips against your teeth and invade your mouth with my tongue doing battle with yours: we are devouring each other.
But then you push me away, holding my face in your hands.
I hiss at you. You bark at me in a ferocious and terrifying tone. "Say it!"
I slip my hand down between us and grasp your cock. Keeping my eyes fixed on yours, I guide you into me, letting you impale me with one quick move of my hips. When I did it, I saw you close your eyes and heard you gasp. The feel of you ... inside me ... this is where you belong. You know this! The knowledge of it is writ across your face, I can see it.
As I try to lean back so I can sit up and ride you, you grab my arms so tightly that I know there will be bruises there tomorrow: ten small blue circles. Your lids fly open and you imprison me with those blue eyes as surely as you have imprisoned me with your body in me.
Now your voice has steel in it. "Say it!"
I nod, tilting my hips back and forth to rub my clit against your groin. "Yes," I whisper.
"Master."
