"Against the wall"
You stand, with arms outstretched, hands firmly planted against the rough wall, legs spread widely, ass out... waiting. You don't dare look over your shoulder to see what I am doing, though you desperately want to do just that. You can feel me behind you, my heat alone telling you I am still back there, watching every move, listening for every sound you might make.
You can't help but shift your weight from one foot to the other, a nervous anticipation working through your body as I contemplate. You can sense that your alabaster ass is my target. That it is my will that will keep your hands against the rough wall, your feet wide and with your ass out to receive the pain I intend to inflict without remorse.
As I draw closer, my heat overwhelms you and I hear you gasp softly as you feel my touch, a single finger sliding down your spine to the top of my ass, causing you to shudder. I do this as a torture, a test of your will, of your want and need to feel my touch, the sting of my firm hand. I know this as I have always known how you fall victim to my seduction.
You bite down against your bottom lip that has found its way between your teeth, stifling a moan that threatens to burst forth from your lips. You know that I want to hear it, to know that my touch, my closeness affects you, heightens your need. My single finger travels back up your spine in a slow journey to your neck, where my other fingers join the single sibling and rake through your hair to capture a handful and pull your head back.
You breathe a sigh of relief as one thought consumes your mind, “so it begins”. |