Hands tied, knees weak, eyes filled with need,
you wait, breathless, for me to lead.
A single touch, a whispered command,
your body bends to my demand.
I grip your chin, make you look high,
"You're mine tonight - don't dare deny."
Your lips part, a silent plea,
but I decide when you'll be free.
Fingers trace, slow and cruel,
a game we play, I make the rule.
You arch, you writhe, but never break,
I take my time - for my own sake.
Teeth on skin, a claiming bite,
marking you in pale moonlight.
Rough hands guide, no room to run,
tonight, my love, the night is young.
You beg, you plead, voice like sin,
I smirk, amused - "Not yet, my queen."
Control is mine, your will undone,
until I say the night is done.
