His

Held in strong hands

The ice trails a burning mark

Making sweet music

On her smouldering flesh

A liquid trail on her naked skin

He speaks to her

Whispered affections

Stroking her with his words

Trail to her heat

Spreading her open

Muffling her cries with a kiss

And she submits

Her body melting into his

His fingers spread her

Taking her with simplicity

Whimpering voice beneath his mouth

Testing her bonds

Body aching for him

Lips, eyes on fire

Begging him to take her

But she is quiet in her longing

And he breaks the kiss

Smiling into her submissive gaze

He thrusts into her

Tearing her apart with a single stroke

She made his in a moment

Passion a flame in her slave's heart

Offering herself to him

Loyal longing lingering behind closed lids

His mouth takes hers again

Tasting her sweet, hot breath

Panting, chest heaving

Nipples taut with tension

Her body is his

And he takes her in hard, steady strokes

Her body trembling

Beneath her Master's flesh

Soft sighs of supplication

Tenderness passing between them

His firm strength pounding her

Her cries muffled by his tongue

Probing her and seeking to know

Her depths

The depths of her soul

A moment of sweet relief

Quick breath, braking from his

"Master, please..."

His hand to her mouth

Silent surrounds

"Let me hear you say it...."

His hand moved

A sweet intake of breath

A murmur

Broken only by the beating of their hearts

"I am your devoted slave...."

A sweet kiss, like an embrace

Release

"Take me Master, for I am yours..."

Another thrust

"Release, my pet..."

Rippling waves

Time standing still

Dreams crashing

On hte beach of their lives

Bodies entwined

In the private ecstacy

Of their special bond

And as they lay

Together in the afterglow

She knows...

She is his.

Copyright © Storm 2003