Candlelight cast shadows on the nearby walls, the smell of musk and herbs scenting the air. There was rustling noises nearby and my body tensed, fighting the urge to pull against the leather restraints that held me loving to the bed.
Soft music played, the heavy throbbing beat matching the heat that pulsed through my body as I watched him come closer. The bed shifted as he put one knee on the mattress between my spread feet. He leaned forward, his hands brushing lightly over my bare thighs. My eyes were glued to his face, entranced by the glitter of lust in his eyes. That special gleam that shone brightly whenever I gave him the gift of my submission.
He knew, he could do anything he wished with me, and I’d love him all the more for it. He knew that it drove me wild to have his fingers skim lightly over my hip, up my rib cage… then back. He tickled the inside of my thighs. He leaned forward and breathed on me. His hot breath heating my sex until it melted and my juices were leaking steadily. Shifting again, he laid his hands flat on my hips, placed his chin on my pubic bone, and met my eyes. “All mine,” he said softly.
His hands moved, the calluses on his palms scrapping against my soft skin as he took the torturous route over my belly, until his fingertips just brushed the underside of my breast. A thrill ran down my spine, my nipples throbbed, aching. I bit my lip, not ready to beg… yet.