He liked having her bound, draped over his lap,
like an ornament.
She liked the feeling of helplessness and yet security
of her head in his lap.
...the way he glowered at anyone who stared at her too frankly;
his hands played over her erotically clad flesh almost absentmindedly.
She was anxious for the party to end;
for him to take his wicked pleasures from her.
bound and waiting for you
quiet, my breathing ragged
every breath straining slightly
at the rope
my flesh taut as I kneel
my arms bound behind me
helpless, vulnerable
and yet... safe with you
ready for what will come
as I hear your footfalls
now entering the room...