At His Command

Her breath hitched as he grabbed her by the hair, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. His grip was firm, not gentle, but she reveled in the sting of it, a reminder of her submission to him. His command unleashed a primal need to please him, to submit to his every desire.

‘Kneel,’ he growled, his voice raspy with desire. She obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees with an air of grace and elegance. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with longing.

He towered over her, his dominance palpable in the air between them. Her body trembled with desire, aching to feel his touch, to be taken by him. She craved the power he held over her, the control he exerted with every command.

‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered, his eyes dark with desire. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She knew what he wanted, what he craved. And she was eager to please him.

Slowly, deliberately, she began to touch herself, her fingers exploring the wetness between her legs. She moaned softly, her breathing shallow as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her body. She was his, completely and utterly, to do with as he pleased.

He watched her for a moment, his gaze intense and commanding. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every movement. And she reveled in it, in the knowledge that she was pleasing him, satisfying his deepest desires.

‘Stop,’ he commanded, his voice sharp and commanding. She obeyed instantly, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming next, what he had planned for her.

He stepped closer to her, his body looming over hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his arousal filling the air around them. He reached down, his hand caressing her cheek gently before fisting her hair again.

‘You’re mine,’ he growled, his voice deep and commanding. ‘Say it.’

‘I’m yours,’ she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

‘Good,’ he said, his voice softening slightly. ‘Now, let me show you what it means to be mine.’

And with that, he claimed her, their bodies coming together in a passionate dance of dominance and submission, pleasure and pain. She surrendered to him, to his every desire, and in doing so, found a freedom she never knew existed.

© Seductive Poetry