Bound (Poem)

She can feel the walls closing in

A chill creeps slowly along her skin

The air is thick

Making it hard to breath

Something covers her eyes

So she can’t see

Her wrists are snug behind her back

She tugs and tugs with no give or slack

The ground so cold beneath her feet

A rough wood chair her only seat

She hears a rumble

A growl of sorts

Threatening and promising in one low burst

She turns her head

And shudders a bit

The cold of the steel cuts in wrists

She feels a touch upon her thigh

Her body responds with a shuddering sigh

A presence leans across her chest

The heat of breath along her neck

“You shiver so” She heard him say,

“Are you still sure you want to play?”

Her mind blanks out as she feels his breath

The strength for a slight nod is all that’s left

The chair tilts back

As he straddles her legs

A heat in her core begins to blaze

His lips brush gently upon her neck

Then with a sudden lurch his teeth connect

A gasp of shock escapes her lips

Silenced only by his fingertips

Though she can not see what he is doing

Her senses, for years

He has been grooming

Her body arches into him

Despite her arm restraints  

She feels her muscles trembling

With a burning need, an inner ache

In one last breath she loses control

Gives into the sweetness of his pull

She knows he senses as her mind gives in

For she feels him vibrate against her skin

He takes a long and lasting pull

And kisses her wounds gently closed

A throaty moan escapes her then

As he whispers softly with a smile

“Get comfortable my lovely cara . . .

We’ll be here for awhile!”

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