Sweat, beading on my body ,
Forming like heavy chains made from perls.
Schhhsssp-!
The texture of Hands-
No
Cloth...
sliding away from my burning body, down my bruised shoulders , sliping away like the leash , a whip.
Power. Possession . Dominance.
But not for long.
I fall back against the cold , ruffled and torn sheets , the touch of fabric reminding me already of things that I would never talk about .
Then I was touched.
Heat
Impossible to ignore , burning my skin and my flesh in the process.
Burned.
Claimed by the only person , were my pride crumbles apart.
Now cooling.
Left.
Trained.
I exhale , weakly.
Releasing the breath I have been holding since those lips touched my skin , so lightly , softly.
But teeth and tounge bruised it ,
Abused it.
I strech my aching neck , my hair sliding down my red-flushed skin showing the blueish marks , the hikeys , the bites.
The blood.
The pain.
The pleasure.
But suddenly I'm pierced. Sliced.
I looked up. I wasn't allowed to do so
This glare.
Dark , posssesive.
Punishing.
Black eyes , normally softened and glowing with energy , drawn in coal.
Rough.
Cold.
Almost Deadly.
Glistering , in a way like a ballpoint scribbled to harshly on paper , reflecting lust , want , anger , disappointment.
But love buried deeply in them.
A grab at my waist , harsh.
I yelp and plead , softly and submissive.
But you don't hear.
Its a game.
Just a game.
But I won't believe myself not now.
As a smirk plays around your lips , dancing on them in total sadism.
Who cares , actually ?
As I arch up my back to lean into your touch , as your gloves slip up my body , I know
That you won't stop.
Not until I cry and beg.
But I love punishment , I love to hurt under your gaze.
Just for you.
I know that this is probably just a game for you as well , but I don't want to believe it.
Because...
A burn to death is what I crave.
And apparently , for me
Death by fire , is going to be the most lovley of them all.
Until I raise from the ashes
And the flames starts again
"Can you do that for me?"