Tell Me AgainTell me again,how I look when you wrap the leat..
Added 2025-04-27 11:32:05 +0000 UTCTell Me Again
Tell me again,
how I look when you wrap the leather around my wrists—
how my breath hitches,
eyes wide as prey,
yet waiting. Wanting.
How still I go when you step close,
the floor creaking like it knows
you’re about to take your time with me.
The air is thick with your scent—
cologne and skin,
the faint burn of rope fibers
where they kissed my thighs hours ago.
The room is candle-warm,
and my knees are already aching on the rug,
but I don’t move.
I live for the way your voice drops
when you say, “Good girl.”
How you kneel behind me
just to press your fingers between my shoulder blades—
no thrust, no heat—
just a promise
that you own the thunder I hold in my ribs.
Your belt is your symphony.
Your palm is the metronome.
Each slap is a story you write across my skin
and read back to me in moans.
I don’t beg for release.
I beg for you to keep going,
to let me be the altar
where you lay your pleasure down.
Because when you groan—
low, feral, wrecked—
my spine arches
like prayer.
And in the end,
when you're panting above me,
your hands shaking just slightly as you untie me,
you kiss my temple
and whisper,
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
That’s when I come.
Not with a cry,
but with a shiver,
because your pleasure
is the only leash I need.
And I’ll beg you tomorrow
to fasten it tighter.
