Soft velvet
blinding my vision
The sounds
music thrumming in the background
His voice
reassuring and comforting
His touch
warming my skin with each movement
The heat
as his palm settles and squeezes
The pressure
rope biting deliciously into my skin
The sting
when he slips it between my thighs
I am helpless before him
Bound and blinded
Loved and adored as he ties me
Helpless and trusting with each knot
Every wrap, every fiber
Until I reside in a pleasurable fog
He lies beside me as he strokes
Caressing his handiwork across my body
Silk slides between my lips
Blindfold taken away
Candlelight flickers as he shifts
One tug of the rope
My petals furl open
Already moisture beckons
His ministrations make me want
Needy for more
Sweet pulsation pushes inside me
Thrusting, drawing, pushing me high
Pinching my nipples drawn tight
Rough orders, growled in my ear
“Not until I say” his demand
Playing me like a violin
Strings taut with tension
Body trembling and desperate
Again and again
He lifts me higher and higher
Denying me the sweet release
I am so hungry for him
Writhing in his arms
The bite of the rope
A symphonic accompaniment
To the tumultuous pleasure
“Now, come now” his permission
A muffled cry and I arch
My body singing in relief
Buffeted by my orgasm
I pant heavily
He removes my gag
Kisses my lips
Slowly begins to loosen my ties
His lips and fingers trace
The impression etched into my skin
Curling around me, cupping me
He whispers low for me alone
I smile and move against him
Never have I felt so free
In those ropes, I find freedom.
