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[Eponine]

Torn between desire and obedience not to touch,
her fingers remained still at her sides.
Agonizing spasms of lust went through her body in a rush,
the waves of need coming at her in tides.
Knowing the permitted release would be bliss when it came
made the waiting bearable and kept her sane.
Endless orgasm over orgasm would pound her as she called out his name:
"Master," she would say to this man who had invaded her brain.

Making her wait was the purpose and ploy he had in mind,
planned by him to break and remake her.
Enveloping her in his torture, there was no need to bind-
his mind poised over hers, it was easy to take her.

Perilously close she perched on the precipice of endurance and wear,
she now opened her mouth to shamelessly plead and moan.
Languishing in mind-numbing desperation, she struggled but did not dare
to caress or to pleasure that which she did not own.
Ever aware of the hunger in her eyes and the anguish in her cries,
he guided her even deeper into the spiral of need.
Avidly watching her body to maintain control of its every fall and rise,
he relished the torment she suffered under his lead.
Soaring into subspace, her spirit transcended through the pain of yearning,
she welcomed his fingers continuing to play and tease.
Endlessly his, she finally spoke the words that would end this burning-
her lips parted now to let her say, "Master, take me please."