Bound

Softly He bites your lip
A quiet gasp meeting His ears
As you shiver with sensation.

His body lies next to your own
Hand gently moving
Feeling the softness of your skin.

Fingers moving slowly, teasingly
You arch your back and whimper
With memories of His touch.

His voice haunts your darkness, soft yet demanding
'Be still...'
You close your eyes and moan.

Your hands close around the chain
That binds straining wrists to the bed
As His fingers travel lower.

He parts your thighs and whispers
'Just feel, Angel'
As his fingers sink deeper, and you pull on the chains.

A low moan escapes your trembling lips
His mouth pressed to your throat
As He claims you, yet again.

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- poetic_justice