I remember the first time I saw him like this, bound by desire and submission. His body, shirtless and vulnerable, lay sprawled across the bed, the yellow cloth barely covering the edge of the mattress. The black eye mask hid his face, but I knew every line, every curve of his body. His hand rested on his head, fingers splayed, while the other hand’s fingers danced near his open mouth, a silent invitation to the pleasures I had in store for him.
The Weight of His Promise
The text superimposed over his body, ‘What’s wrong with you? Why are you resisting internally? You promised to serve him as a sex object,’ echoed the words I had whispered in his ear countless times. He had promised, and now, he was bound by that promise, a promise that had become his shackles and his salvation. I could see the tension in his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, a testament to the battle raging within him. But I knew, beneath the resistance, there was a deep, aching need to submit, to serve, to be used.I leaned in, my breath hot against his ear, my words a soft, seductive whisper. ‘You know what you need, don’t you?’ I asked, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. ‘You need to let go, to surrender to the pleasure, to the pain, to the desire that consumes you.’ His body shivered under my touch, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in my words. And as I moved to straddle him, I knew that tonight, he would serve, and I would take, and in that exchange, we would both find the release we craved.
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