Tease And Torture

He secures her, binding her arms and legs to the chair with rough, efficient movements. She can’t help but squirm in her bonds, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels the chill of the metal chair against her bare skin.

He towers over her, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and primal hunger. She feels vulnerable and exposed, yet she can’t deny the thrill that courses through her veins.

His tongue travels up her inner thigh, teasing and tantalizing her sensitive flesh. She moans, already on the edge of climax, her body tensing as she anticipates the pleasure to come.

But he has other plans.

He torments her, his tongue just barely brushing against her clit, sending shivers of pleasure and frustration through her body. She begs him for release, her voice hoarse and breathy with desire. But he continues to tease her, driving her wild with a need that only he can satisfy.

His fingers join in, tracing patterns along her slick folds, teasing her opening. She bucks her hips, trying to force him to enter her, to give her the release she craves. But he is in control, and he continues to torment her, drawing out the pleasure until she is mindless with desire.

She is his to command, his to pleasure and torment as he sees fit. And she revels in it, her body trembling with unspent desire as he brings her to the brink again and again, never allowing her the release she so desperately craves.

Having had his fill of torturing her, he allows her to finally cum for him. She loses all control, letting out primal cries as she rides the waves of her pleasure. This pleasure makes all his torture worth taking.

It is a dark, primal dance, a game of power and submission that leaves them both breathless and spent. And when it is finally over, she collapses back in her bonds, utterly spent and sated, his name on her lips as she succumbs to the blissful darkness.

© Seductive Poetry