Bound and Begging

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced and flickered on the walls. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic ticking of a clock and the labored breathing of the woman tied to the chair. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body taut with anticipation and desire.

Her dominant, a tall and imposing figure, moved around her in slow, deliberate steps. Each touch, each taunt, sent a shiver down her spine and a spark of pleasure between her thighs. The ropes that bound her were just tight enough, leaving her completely at his mercy.

He trailed his fingers along her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. She arched into his touch, whimpering softly as he pulled away. His lips curled into a smirk as he saw the longing in her eyes, the desperate need for release.

‘Please,’ she begged, her voice husky and low. ‘Please, let me go.’

He chuckled, the sound dark and rich in the quiet room. ‘No, my dear. You know the rules. You are mine to torment, mine to pleasure, mine to control.’

She moaned as he ran his hand down her thigh, lifting her skirt to reveal the soft flesh beneath. His fingers brushed against her panties, and she could feel the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric.

‘Please,’ she begged again, writhing in her bonds. ‘Please, let me come.’

He shook his head, a cruel glint in his eyes. ‘Not yet, my sweet. You will beg for it, beg for me, before you are allowed even a moment of release.’

He continued his slow, tantalizing tease, alternating between torture and pleasure. Her body was aching, crying out for release, but he would not grant it. She was completely under his control, and she reveled in it.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he relented. His fingers delved beneath her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. She cried out as he touched her, her body shuddering with pleasure.

‘Come for me,’ he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

And she did, her orgasm rolling through her like a storm. She was lost in the pleasure, her body completely under his control. And as the waves of pleasure subsided, she knew that she belonged to him, completely and utterly.

© Seductive Poetry