Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Games

We have this dance we do every time we see each other. I forgot when it started, it's just been natural I suppose. We pretend we've never met, we meet at a hotel. Somewhere seedy is always his pick but I prefer something higher class. It gives me a reason to get dressed up. Today was a special day, it was Valentine's Day. Slinky red dress no panties, just for him.

Today was about him.

"I want you to hurt me." I whisper as you stroke my cheek in the darkness.
"I will." He says as he has me pinned I can't move my arms.
We're kissing, his mouth tastes like a red velvet cupcake. I keep kissing him slowly, I'm nervous. His hand his on my thigh.

I want this but I know he's different. He'll give me the pain I want so badly. He will also require intense devotion. I know his type. He's something dark when he's with me. I like the way he makes me feel when we're here.
"Can you do it?" I ask him, stealing a glance at him.
"Don't kid yourself precious." He says tightening his grip around my neck.

He kissed me again. I felt his cock against me as he carried me into the bedroom. It's been along time since I'd been carried anywhere. He had a way of making me feel precious, even though I know what he's going to do to me.