He lay sleeping beside me as I watch his chest rise and fall listening to the soft sound of his breath.  But I am not tired, nope, not tired at all. I did not feel him stir a bit as I slipped out of bed and grabbed a length of silk rope from my night stand, but when I turned toward him again, his wrists were silently outstretched in offering. Wrap wrap wrap… over.. under.. tie, the rope practically coils itself, then I run it over his head to the wrought iron headboard hitching securely… done.

Not a word is spoken but his eyes sparkle up at me lovingly as I crawl up in top of him, nestling my moist cunt lips over his stirring cock. I feel him twitch against me. Mmm, he is … intrigued. I wiggle my hips right to left, then front to back letting him feel my wetness, spreading it across his now deliciously hard flesh. Just one more nuance of movement, ah yes, he slips in.  I close my eyes and relish the sensation as he fills me perfectly.

Sweet silvery moonlight drifting gently through lace curtains, playing peek a boo with the shadows on his flesh.  He is so beautiful to me right now.  Submissive to me but far from weak, bound, but never broken. I adore his body, his strength, his service and his devotion.

I can see the beautifully defined muscles of his arms strain just slightly again the rope as I rake my nails fairly hard over his chest. I love him but, right now… I need to hurt him while I use him for my own sexual pleasure and ohh how I shall because..  he is mine, all mine.