Isabel knelt, her bruised knees no longer causing her to wince. There was such a strangeness to this
Isabel knelt, her bruised knees no longer causing her to wince. There was such a strangeness to this new life, She was unused to rules, and having to obey. And while uncertain if she would ever get used to it, when she gazed into his eyes, nothing else mattered but him, Each time she could see him, he had a way of stealing her breath and breathing new life into her at the same time. She knew it was an honor to belong to him, to be his one, She knew it was rare to be allowed in his place, his throne, He held the whip high as if ready to strike, She stilled her fear reminding herself he had not ever used it, But yet it was always there, his tool, When he placed it carefully on the small table next to him, she partially relaxed. She was always amazed that being terrified of his whip, could make her so wet, but the gust of wind outside seemed to have found it’s way into the large cavernous room. She shivered slightly and he smiled. She ached inside for him, needing him. Without words he stoked the fire, the the dark glowing embers sparking to life, almost like his presence in her life had made her a new person. She watched as he placed two logs on the fire, she focused on how they slowly caught the tiny flames below them and grew into a blazing inferno. So like what he had done to her heart. A tiny prod here and there, and so quickly she was on fire inside for him, His face held the promise of tomorrow,His mouth on her body would take for today, reminding her with each stroke of his manhood within her, of forever, Which was how long they would be together, Her promise to him, was his promise to her. She knew with her entirety she was owned by a good man. Never before had she ever felt so alive, and like the blaze in the fireplace, he could always stoke her and bring her to place of fire and ice, a place where her demons were spent, and she could scream into the night with a frenetic release. She had given herself to him freely,only to be set free into a sexual energy exploding at his command, And then collapse into blissful serenity in his arms. Floating oh the in between, a place in the seam between worlds, till he slowly brought her back. He was her forever, and she was simply his, And this was all she could ever want, She only wished that she had more of herself to give, But with each touch, each look, he assured her, she was more than enough,She too was his all (tn) -- source link