Such a small thing to leave a mark. Breasts irritated and iridescent. A silky sheen of sweat. Small beads gather in between. She follows my focus, suspended on the metal sway and acrylic ache.
I watch it drag softly across her skin, these small frictions. Tiny scrapes of ownership with every shift of her hips. Her lean-in a torturous tease with release mere inches from my face. My cock strains against its cage. My eyes widen at the promise, but in the soft glistening abrasion of want, she’ll not give. She’ll not bend.
An undulating pendulum of penance. A metronome of denial. A confession that I am not enough, yet remain worthy of her claim.
Such a small thing to have shifted. A power dynamic in flux. My hips arc in need. She reminds me of this when she takes it in fingertips. She presses an indentation upon my forehead. I can feel her heat carried in its metal. My mettle tested. Jaw clenched. Hard swallow. Resilience nearly ruptured.
We’re both branded, marked, owned, bruised.
She lets gravity pull. Lightly drags it across my face.
“Open,” she whispers.
She drops the key between my lips. I taste my own captivity. Teeth catch against teeth. Goosebumps immediate. Shivers from the latch. Hairs raised on end. Electricity sparked in the spaces.
Our eyes locked.
“Not yet.”
Her huff of breath. My sharp inhale. A curled lip. Simple menace. Her knees dig in as she shifts in sheets. She slithers south letting the key dangle and scratch my skin. Torso navigation. A cruel cartography, landing with a callous clink. Dreams disembark.
Such a small thing.
Thanks Kate Valentine for the prompt!
This is fucking fire 🔥
Ohh ahh mm 🫦