The air between us was thick with tension, the kind that made my pulse race and my breath slow. She stood before me, wrists bound together in soft silk, her body humming with anticipation.
I could see it in her eyes - the unspoken plea, the trust, the way she surrendered herself completely to my will. And I wasn't going to rush. No, I wanted to savor this, to make her feel every moment, every breath, until she was lost in nothing but me.
I circled her slowly, letting my fingers graze the bare skin of her arm, tracing a feather-light touch down to her wrist. She shivered but didn't pull away. Good.
"You love this," I murmured, my voice low, teasing. "The waiting. The not knowing."
She swallowed, her lips parting slightly as she nodded.
"Say it," I commanded, pausing just behind her, close enough for her to feel my breath against her neck.
"I love this," she whispered.
I smirked, pleased by her obedience. "And you love being mine."
She exhaled shakily. "Yes."
I ran a slow, deliberate hand down her spine, feeling her body arch instinctively into my touch. She was already so responsive, so desperate for more, but I wasn't going to give it to her just yet. Not until she begged.
"You're trembling," I observed, my fingers ghosting over her waist before settling firmly on her hips. "Tell me why."
"Because I want you," she admitted, her voice barely above a breath.
I tightened my grip, pulling her back against my chest. "And you'll have me," I promised, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to her shoulder. "But only when I decide you've earned it."
She whimpered softly, shifting against me, testing the restraints. She wasn't fighting them - no, she was surrendering to them, embracing the way they left her vulnerable and completely at my mercy.
I trailed my lips up her neck, nipping lightly at her skin, reveling in the way her breath hitched. I wanted to draw this out, to make her crave every touch, every command.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, my fingers grazing over the knot at her wrists, a silent reminder that she could stop this anytime she wanted.
"Yes," she breathed without hesitation.
"Then let go," I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Let me take you apart piece by piece."
Her body softened against mine, her surrender complete. And as I tightened my hold, pressing her firmly against me, I knew - this was more than just control.
This was devotion. This was love.
Tonight, she was mine.
And she wouldn't want it any other way.
I could see it in her eyes - the unspoken plea, the trust, the way she surrendered herself completely to my will. And I wasn't going to rush. No, I wanted to savor this, to make her feel every moment, every breath, until she was lost in nothing but me.
I circled her slowly, letting my fingers graze the bare skin of her arm, tracing a feather-light touch down to her wrist. She shivered but didn't pull away. Good.
"You love this," I murmured, my voice low, teasing. "The waiting. The not knowing."
She swallowed, her lips parting slightly as she nodded.
"Say it," I commanded, pausing just behind her, close enough for her to feel my breath against her neck.
"I love this," she whispered.
I smirked, pleased by her obedience. "And you love being mine."
She exhaled shakily. "Yes."
I ran a slow, deliberate hand down her spine, feeling her body arch instinctively into my touch. She was already so responsive, so desperate for more, but I wasn't going to give it to her just yet. Not until she begged.
"You're trembling," I observed, my fingers ghosting over her waist before settling firmly on her hips. "Tell me why."
"Because I want you," she admitted, her voice barely above a breath.
I tightened my grip, pulling her back against my chest. "And you'll have me," I promised, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to her shoulder. "But only when I decide you've earned it."
She whimpered softly, shifting against me, testing the restraints. She wasn't fighting them - no, she was surrendering to them, embracing the way they left her vulnerable and completely at my mercy.
I trailed my lips up her neck, nipping lightly at her skin, reveling in the way her breath hitched. I wanted to draw this out, to make her crave every touch, every command.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, my fingers grazing over the knot at her wrists, a silent reminder that she could stop this anytime she wanted.
"Yes," she breathed without hesitation.
"Then let go," I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Let me take you apart piece by piece."
Her body softened against mine, her surrender complete. And as I tightened my hold, pressing her firmly against me, I knew - this was more than just control.
This was devotion. This was love.
Tonight, she was mine.
And she wouldn't want it any other way.