You feel it. Once. Twice. Three times. A pattern of tingles up your back, across your backside, along the back of your thigh. Each contact a single explosion of pleasure tinged with pain. The cold breeze blows across yourbody. Darkness. Is it night? You're not sure. The sun was almost down last time you saw, before they brought you to him. You can hear the breeze blowingthrough the tall grass and through the leaves, but he... he makes no sound. Not even a grunt of approval. Pure, unadulterated silence. And with that silence is power. The pain, the pleasure, flaying not only your skin but your soul. You knew not how long it had been since he'd slipped the blindfold over your eyes, but it felt like eternity upon eternity. You wanted to shrink back from it, but you cannot, the sheer force of the moment driving you to bare all for him.
Your body shudders at the feelings blaring through it, the pain and the pleasure. Never would you have thought the two could ever have mingled, and now you can never imagine how they could have been apart. You can feel those soft touches along the back of the entire length of your body, those warm soft touches. Feeling so soft and so pleasurable they hurt, hurt deep in your stomach where the center of your pleasure reins. You feel that knot, the same one you feel every time he touches you, that knot of fury to be unleashed only upon his command, that knot of the one powerful thing.
You feel that knot writhing and twisting as his soft touches calm and yet heighten the senses of your skin. The warm touches could only be hands, but how they are warm in the breeze that seems to make you shiver so much is beyond you. That one single rational thought is the last one you get as the warm hands close around your pert nipples, standing at attention in the breeze. Your body wants you to moan, to move, but you cannot. You bite deep into your lip to keep your mouth closed and the whine out of your throat, knowing that to disobey his command of silence would displease him. Displease you. Displease him. The line between the two has been blurred so much you cannot remember a time when they were not one. The warmth encompasses your breasts and spreads slowly throughout your body, the memory of a chill breeze gone from you now. Only him, his hands, the certainty that he is right behind you, but you cannot feel him. Only those hands, their warmth covering you in a shell of warmth and sheer desire.
You are tired. How long has it been? You can no longer feel the bindings around your ankles or wrists, although they are the only things keeping you standing. You have followed his instructions, keep the knot tied, it knotting and twisting inside you, begging for release and yet growing with each second. Your entire body quakes with pent up energy, the only indication that you still live is the vicelike grip of the chains that bind your wrists to the two trees and the small clouds of mist coming from your mouth as you breathe. Every instant of contact you want to clench all your muscles at once, and yet cannot, unable to even move without his leave. Those warm touches, those hands, begin to roam your body, leaving warm trails of pleasure as they flow along you, creating a new warmth in your skin wherever they touch. You can feel how much you want him, can feel the heat of your own pleasure, you can smell the scent of your desire, can feel the small wet trail all the way down your legs to your ankles of your dripping need.
You feel it. A brush of air across the stem of your desire. You hear it. His sharp intake of breath. He is sampling your scent. And relishing it. You smile through your tears of pain and pleasure. You sense it. His approval. Suddenly the knot is gone, or at least at bay. You feel a sense of calm surround you. A soft gentle cocoon. This is what it is to be loved. This is what it is to be cherished. This is what it is to be.... happy. You are his and you know it, a small sob coming out of your mouth at the realization.
His hands. They hold you, firmly. You feel his good grip and know that the moment is at hand. You feel the anticipation of the culmination of the evenings sensations, and yet, still strangely calm. Then, in a short second, you feel him. He is pressed against that spot where your blood runs so very close to the surface of your flesh. You know that in this way will he claim you, make you his. You feel a most brief flash of fear before the knot returns, pulsating and writhing within you, screaming in your blood for release.
You feel his lips brush your ear, whispering the words that your soul has needed to hear from him, have yearned for so long.....
"You are Mine"
A Single stroke. That is all. That is all that is needed. With one single stroke he buries teeth within you, filling all of the voids you have ever had, in your heart, in your mind, in your body, in your soul. Your entire body lights aflame and the world itself seems to explode. You fling your head back in complete acceptance of him, of you, of his need, and yours, your mouth open in a silent scream, your soul screaming to the heavens of your now completeness. The moment in time stops, and his words echo in your mind "You are Mine" "You are Mine" "You are Mine". It has become your Mantra. Your reason for existence. You know this now....
And you Love it.
