Your breath trails molten velvet along my nape,
and I shiver, powerless beneath your gaze.

Your hands roam every curve—bold, demanding—
kneading my hips until I arch, desperate to please.

“Open for me,” you command, and I spread wider,
my wetness gleaming in the hush of your control.

A sharp bite to my lower lip, and I taste myself—
salty, needy—for only you.

You strip away my sight with silk and leather,
leaving me blind and bare, utterly yours.

Fingertips press into my inner thighs,
and I gasp, legs trembling around your wrists.
“Please, Sir…” slips from me, a broken offering.

Delicate silver clamps embrace my nipples—thrilling ache—
each flutter a vow of my devotion.

You slide inside me—slow, commanding—
your length stretching me until I moan your name.

Every thrust is a lesson in obedience;
I cling to you, body and soul,
knowing my only purpose is to worship your pleasure.

A sharp sting across my ass silences my cries,
and I tremble, grateful for your ownership.

Your hand trails down my spine,
fingers slipping between my slick thighs,
igniting a fire I cannot quell.

I tighten around you, desperate for release,
my voice lost in the heady haze of surrender.

When you seize my hips and drive deeper,
I shudder—an offering taking form—
and cry out as I spill around you.

You still me with gentle pressure,
hands cradling my spent, quivering form.

In the aftermath, bound in your arms,
I taste your warmth on my lips and know:
I am yours—today, tomorrow, always.