submissiveinclination: youmakemeneedyou: Waiting - III Wait. The command he left you with as he tigh
Waiting - III
Wait.
The command he left you with as he tightened the silk to bite against your wrist.
Before he left he pulled you up, an alert ready posture he had demanded from you from day one.
And then he was gone. No word of a return, just an expectation. And the clock.
The loud click and whir a reminder of his demands, the mechanical devotion he required.
And so, once again you wait.
Your mind resonating between the slice of clockwork precision clunking assuredly behind you and the pressure building within your own body as it begins to resist against the restraints and pose you have been placed in.
Time passes.
Your mind wanders, memories of his hands on you, harsh fingers exploring you, harsh words deploring you. And the growing throb spreads throughout your body; each click of time another spasm of pain to be savoured, to be adored, a further reminder of how it will feel when he returns to release you, the rush of blood and pleasure that will surge over you as the bonds are slipped.
Despite the steady beat of the mechanical heart, time slips away, the pain overflows and eats away at what remains of you. The throbbing grows and gets heavy between your legs as your mind succumbs to your bodies needs, it’s lowest desires for this moment, this point of loss of self.
A tiny glimmer is all that remains, hidden beneath the focus to hold the position, to beat back the soft cutting bites of the silk ties. You barely register the out of place click, the door latch clicking out of time, the clack of footsteps out of kilter with the steady tick, tock.
And then his hands are on you, not yet releasing your bonds but taking your body while your mind watches from a distance. Watches you fucked and spread, open and taken, his cock plunging deep inside as you watch it’s glistening length slide in and out.
Bursts of pain and pleasure sweep you in and out of the moment, the sharp bite of your wrists, the full stretch of your cunt, pull your mind back and forth. Hands in your hair, pull you back to now, his cock deep inside you pins you to the moment. His words in your ear, ground you here, now, to him, always.
And finally as he brings you to the brink, he releases your bonds, the sudden burst of pain mingles with the pleasure he provides with his cock, his fingers, his mouth. A scream slips between your lips, as you bury yourself deep within him, as he wraps you up, to hold you against that final moment of return, as you crash back to now, body shuddering, shaking, clean, free.
Words by You Make Me Need You
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