Walls.
79th floor. penthouse
sun setting through glass walls
city coming to life outside below her
sweet girl settles in
briefcase tossed to the floor
keys on the table
she reaches for the wine and glass
decadent, bold aroma fills her senses
first taste on her full red lips
she smiles
and her mind begins to release
stilettos clicking across marble floors
silk suit jacket unbuttoned
now lying across the wing backed chair
as she walks by
stopping briefly, short skirt unzipped
from the back... hitting the floor at her feet
she steps out of it
regal in her Leather corset
garters, stockings and black stiletto's
the beautiful blonde mound between her legs
perfect, and moist from her sinful thoughts
of Him
of seeing Him again
of His control.. His power
and her mind that He devours with mere thought
soft, blonde hair pinned up
glasses tilted just so
she stretches... and softly sighs
thru the door to the bedroom she walks
slowly, deliberately.. she pauses
and her green eyes fill with wonder
reflected off the glass walls
that seperate her from the evening sky
she sees His shadow
watching her from a darkened corner
lying in wait
she trembles
tongue licking full red lips
her breath catches
as He rises.
she's in awe as He comes across the room
it takes hours it seems, but it is mere seconds
He stands before her
closer and closer He looms
beckoning with deep eyes
while forcing her back to the cool, thick glass wall
His gloved hand reaches to touch her face
tracing its softness
and pulls the ivory hair clip from her hair
He steps back to watch it fall
around her shoulders
and reaches for her neck...
collar in hand, He lifts His eyes to her
and she raises her hair to receive His gift
lovingly, and with deliberate intent, He fastens it around her
and puts His hand at her chin, turing her head away,
he growls softly
'you are mine, never forget that'
and drives His hand inside her
furiously, He is hungry for her wetness, her sin
against the glass wall
His fist devours His sweet girl
shes spread before Him
bared against the glass,
for all the heavens to behold
corset falls to the floor
at His insistence
He takes her
and turns her roughly
pressing her hands to the glass
she loses her sense of sight
as He takes it from her
pulled tightly across her face
decadent deprivation
gloved hand on the back of her neck
He warns her
' if you move, you will suffer a high price, do you understand me?'
'Yes Sir'
she hears Him breathing
and He is reflected in the glass wall shes pressed to..
she feels Him there
below her, the city lights glow
and she's mesmerized by the decadent anticipation
of her next fate
at His hands
heavy thud strikes her silkened back
delicious, heavy Leather strips claim her
again, again.
'count, my sweet little bitch!'
He demands
and she begins..
90, 95, 98...
'I will not be done soon, know this'
127, 133, 139
precious pain
taking her to heights only imagined
edges long craved.. but only in her mind
she climbs
deeper, faster and harder
with each lash, deeper than the next
then silence
head snapped back
to His reality
He is there at her ear
'are you still with me my sweet girl?'
'Yes Sir'
'then you haven't had enough have you?'
shes spun around
and His hand grips her throat
as the other drives deep inside of her
fist fucking her
choking life from her
as she's re-born
for Him, to Him
ravaged skin at her back,
against the cool glass wall
she drops
deep
under His hand
she is owned
He squeezes once more.
(c) miss entycing 6/2011.