Saw this photo earlier, and it reminded me of someone. Something. Any way, it inspired this story. Just sex. Let me know if you like. VERY NSFW.
The room is silent. Just your whimpering.
I grab your wrists tight, pulling them up, tying them to the bed post. You trust me. Safe. Secure. I would never hurt you.
Your legs I let free. I want them free. I want them to kick and squeeze and thrust and push me deeper. I want you to have some control. Some. A tiny bit. A sliver.
You are wearing a thin pair of panties and a tank top, just like I ordered. The white almost makes your skin glow in the dim light. You see the flash of silver from the scissors and arch an eyebrow. I left your mouth ungagged because I love to hear your moans, but you know not to speak.