Butterflies

He looks at me with those eyes, “Do you trust me?”

"Of course."

He puts the makeshift blindfold over my eyes, then takes my hands and puts them over my head, holding them down with one hand. He knows that He doesn’t have to, that I will stay in whatever position He puts me in, but it’s comforting.

His other hand grazes the sensitive skin of my thighs, digging His nails into my flesh.

"Now be a good girl and stay quiet."

Instantly I put my voice into my stomach and there it stayed, even after I heard the buzz. I stayed silent through the immense clitoral torture, the hard slaps across my breasts, and even the forceful finger fucking that pushed me well past my climax.

He removes the fabric from my eyes as He kisses up my chest and finds my lips.

"Now that’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you baby."

The night continued, full of laughter and snuggles. I tortured Him for a bit by playing with His special spot no one knows about. Yeah I will be punished for it, but it was worth it.

He makes me so incredibly happy.

Too bad that He isn’t mine, that He doesn’t want me to be His…