I feel the touch of his fingertips on my face.
They run down to the back of my neck.
My head is pulled back, I feel his breath.
In my ear he whispers deeply, “I’m here.”
I shudder and reply to him softly “Yes Sir.”
The blindfold is tight but I see his voice.
I feel the stinging slap on my cheek.
The adrenaline rushes through my body.
He pulls me back against his body.
His arms encircle me, he kisses my neck.
Again he whispers in my ear.
“Do you know why you are here?” He asked.
“To serve you Sir, however you wish,” I said.
I feel his fingertip brush across my nipple.
He kisses me down my neck to my shoulder.
My body was now molded to his.
“And do you know why I am here?” He asked.
“To take me for you pleasure Sir.” I said.
My heart pounds.
My palms are sweaty.
I smell his cologne.
I feel his hands.
We move together.
And so it begins.
~ by The Crimson Pen