Exposed and Waiting

The submissive, a beautifully sculpted woman with long, flowing raven hair, lay bent over the spanking bench. Her wrists and ankles were securely bound with soft, velvety ropes, leaving her lower body exposed and vulnerable. The bench, a piece of elegant furniture, was adorned with plush, red cushions, providing both comfort and support for the submissive.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the anticipation of her dominant’s touch. Her heart raced, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his presence behind her. The dominant, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence, ran his fingers lightly over her exposed bottom, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

‘Every inch of you is mine to command, to discipline, to pleasure,’ he said, his voice low and authoritative. ‘Do you understand, my submissive?’

‘Yes, Master,’ she replied breathlessly, the word ‘Master’ rolling off her tongue with ease and devotion.

He continued to tease her, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin, causing her to yearn for more. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her desire for him growing stronger with each gentle touch.

Without warning, his hand came down on her bottom with a loud crack. She gasped, her body tensing at the sudden sting. He began to spank her in earnest, each blow landing with precision, the pain and pleasure mingling into a delicious cocktail. She could feel herself becoming lost in the experience, her mind and body fully surrendering to him.

He paused, his hand resting on her warm, red skin. ‘You’re mine to cherish, to protect, to possess,’ he whispered, his breath hot on her ear.

She nodded, unable to speak, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He began to touch her again, this time with a featherlight touch that sent shivers down her spine. He traced the curves and contours of her body, his touch tickling and arousing her in equal measure.

His fingers brushed against her wet, wanting core, and she couldn’t help but moan out loud, thrusting her hips towards him.

‘Please, Master,’ she begged, her voice trembling with desire.

He teased her for a moment longer, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh, before finally plunging inside her. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her, each stroke more intense than the last.

She could feel herself climbing higher and higher, the pleasure building inside of her until it was almost unbearable. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she reached the peak.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, the orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.

As the pleasure subsided, she lay there, spent and satisfied, her body still trembling with the aftershocks. She felt him untie her, his touch gentle and caring as he freed her from her bonds.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both basked in the scorching afterglow.

‘Mine,’ he whispered, and she knew in that moment that she belonged to him, body and soul.

© Seductive Poetry