Tied, blindfolded you stand before me, trembling in anticipation, waiting and wanting.

You gasp as my fingers graze across your nipples, hardening as you expect more.

Moving around you, my breath brushes over your skin.  Pulling the cascades of your hair towards me, I kiss you hard.

And then it starts - what you desire, my hands crack against your buttocks.  One side then the other, turning them claret, boiling to the touch.  The gasps, the whimper tell me you are close.

Pushed to the floor, demanding you, pounding you, showing that you are mine, filling you as mine, both fulfilled.