Close

I want you close. We’ve played this scene before and I’ve replayed it, reviewed it, and revisited the intense intimacy it created. Now tonight we’ll play it again because I want you close.

I sit on the bed, propped comfortably against soft pillows; legs stretched out in front, cock eager and hard but contained, straining against the fabric of my boxers. Within reach I have everything I could possibly need, toys, chains, and always you. Almost naked, face down and stretched out, exhibited as you lie over my lap. Your sweet soft flesh interrupted by flimsy black, the straps of your bra, your sheer knickers, insignificant items of clothing made enticing only by their contact with your skin. Already I’ve wrapped your ankles, wrists and throat with soft harsh leather, your authentic evening wear and my favourite outfit. I’m profoundly aware of the softness of your skin where it meets mine. The pressure of your body weighs down on my cock; it makes me harder, keener. I can reach out and touch the full length of you, from ankles to thighs, thighs to bottom, bottom to back, back to head. All mine, paused for my consideration and care. Deep breath and its time to bring you close.

I start slow and build, touching gentle fingertips onto your supple skin, stroke and caress completely. A tap, a pat, uniting my hands and your body, sending minute jolts of joy coursing up my arm. Soft and solid slaps on calves, thighs and cheeks mingled with sweeps of my palm over shoulders and back. I hold back, hold still my hands and feel the world contract in that ever more familiar way then lean down and whisper harsh words of reassurance. Your bra unhooked and shoved aside, knickers snatched down and off I strike hard against your bare cheeks and wallow in the sound of impact. My hand intentionally placed on the back of your neck holds you still while I expand the pace and depth of smacks. Duplicating, replicating, the shock waves whipping through my veins from the cruel blows and vicious slaps. But my only intention is to bring you close.

At the right time I turn you over, prop you between my legs, your back against my thigh and your legs parallel with mine. I clip your wrists to the headboard chain; slip my legs under and round yours. Now I can hold you down, pin you with my arm across your chest; use my legs as levers to force you open. I have you cradled, nestled and safe, immobile, vulnerable and wholly at my mercy. Multiple contacts of skin meeting skin, a myriad of different sensations each with its own separate spark. I order you to be still while I explore your upper body, shoulders, arms and hands, my severe touch taunting your breasts and provoking your nipples. My attention shifts gradually down your unprotected body, stomach and hips, thighs are carefully mistreated with pinches and slaps. And I am bringing you close.

I tense my legs applying extra leverage to open you more, to focus on your devoted clit with both eyes and hands. The first touch makes my breathing halt for a split second; you are wet and try to push up to meet me. I hold you down and tease you, massaging, toying, patting, every moan you utter is music to my ears. Your cunt is slick and hot when I finally slip my fingers inside you, deep and swift but only once before I fuck you with the thick vibrator. It becomes part of me as I feel and hear and see your powerful reactions; its control is in my hands, my power. I use it to fuck you, to bait you, to carry you to the edge, on your clit and in your cunt edging its vibrations higher and its invasion further. Then I tell you not to come because I want you close.

Releasing you, unchaining you and freeing my hungry cock I guide you over me, kneeling legs wide and cunt open, I give you permission and hold my impassioned cock ready, it disappears inside you with relief, entirely swallowed. I feel your cunt close around it, taking it deep and far; feel your muscles clench it home. I want you close. We’ve played this scene before and it startles me with its intense intimacy.