I like watching you. The lines and shadows of your face and body. The rhythmic pulsing of blood in your veins quickened with emotion. Your eyes look at me and dialate and I just want to taste you- taste your breath on my skin.

I want to hear that breath in involuntary shudders. I want to hear the sharp gasps as I strike you. If I love you, I will lick at your tears when your body is wracked in those shudders.

I want to enter you, feel you reluctantly admitting my dominance. I want to hear your cry with misery in your voice. You will hang from your bonds like a rag doll, or struggling against me. You will writhe around me and I will come inside you.

If I allow your gag to slip, you will scream from your throat, scream raw and bloody. If I love you... I will lick your tears.