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Silk. Silk scarves. Silk scarves tying me to the bed. Wrists and ankles bound to the bed frame. Silk over my eyes. A silk scarf tied over my eyes. I know that she is there, somewhere around me. Watching me, tied to the bed. Her Bed. I am her captive. Tied to her bed, arms above my head, legs spread, waiting. Waiting for her to touch me. To claim me and declare her dominance over me. I am her captive, her submissive.
She ran her finger up the sole of my foot, I shivered. She had told me not to speak, not to make a sound. I want to beg her for more, 'please baby please', I beg her in my mind, 'touch me, please'. She breathed in my ear, on my neck, almost touching but not always her lips are just above my skin. My blue-eyed goddess was tormenting me. She nipped at the pulse-point of my neck, her red-gold hair feather-light on my breasts.
She slid on top of me, sitting, legs spread, on my abs. She kissed my lips, biting at my lower lip. She ran her tongue across my lips, demanding entrance. I submit immediately. She ran her hands up my sides, over my breasts. She placed her hands around my neck, running her thumbs over the faint red mark left by her bite. She continued up to the silk scarf she had tied over my eyes. She kissed me deeply, the feeling behind that kiss leaving us both breathless. She slowly untied the scarf, looking deep into my eyes. The night to come would leave us both needing more, forever needing more.