Heat

You inhale deeply and you are assaulted by the smell of oil and candles, leather teasing your nose and sending shocks gently down your spine

Your eyes open and you gaze about the room, dimly lit though there by twenty..maybe more candles glowing and you hear the footsteps aproaching you

Your eyes slam shut as the door creaks open and your breath stops, your body held tenuously still as you hear him step into the room

You can't hear anything else now, the birds have faded, the wind is gone, even the sound of the ocean so close is just a memory, all you hear is his footsteps, his breath and your heart

All of them pounding at you like some kind of fist, making your skin pulse and you finally can't hold your breath, your lungs are screaming and he leans over and runs a finger along your collar bone

You open your eyes and watch as that finger, wet on the tip from your body, slides between his lips and he moans softly like some chef appreciating a fine meal

You shake slightly and inhale deeply and your eyes lower quickly to the floor but not before catching a wicked grin

He steps behind you, fingers running over your flesh, sliding down your slicked skin and over the curves of your ass, across it, slipping up to the hands you have grasped tightly, white knuckled, behind your back

His chuckle spills over your skin, rippling, and you close your eyes, your breath skipping, your heart pounding and then you feel him pulling on Your wrists

Your hands are slid into cuffs, and linked behind your back, you are slowly bent forward, his hand tangled in your hair pressing you down

You bend over, legs straight, tendons taut with the strain and you close your eyes, the first deep breath rushing from your lungs in a long sigh and you finally give over

You release that fight, that hold, that grasp you have on your fear and you sigh it out of your body like a ghost leaving this world

And you are filled with the heat of excitement, it pours into your body and makes you quiver, and a smile curls your lips unconsciously, and you can't stop from feeling the laughter running through you

That fierce violent joy and you know without a doubt that no matter what, you are going to fly h igher then you ever have before and he draws those fingers tight into your hair

And he lifts you up by it again, bending you back, your eyes still closed, he bends you back, and lifts you onto your toes, your back arched so sharply

And he leans down, and you feel what he's been doing, the rope that has tied your ankles wide to the bed frame behind you now moves up and writhes through your cuffs, liinking them tightly

And you are stilled totally

Your arms are pulled down by the ropes, bending you back over the footboard of the bed, your legs are wide apart and you are helpless

And he begins to speak to you

And his voice is this whisper and at first you ignore it

Feeling the pull of the rope on your arms and legs, the muscles stretching and tugging

Then you stop moving, frown marring your brow and you listen and oh my god the words....those terrible words those erotic images he speaks to you

Knowing your fears and offering them up in your mind like a buffet and he keeps whispering quietly to you and you don't know how to stop him and you begin to writhe against the footboard

And you can't stop yourself, and his hand slips up your hip, and his fingers slide over your belly and up to a nipple and they twist, and his mouth lands on your neck and he growls to you ..cum for me baby...

And in the middle of that pain and the fog in your brain, the images colliding left and right, you do as he bids you like always