"Beg me not to leave you," he said.
She kneeled to the floor, asking for grace.
He held her chin, pushed her up,
And brushed his tongue against her face.
"Do you like it?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, I do," she grinned like a bunny.
A gentle slap along her cheeks.
He whispered, "Do you feel it, honey?"
Spanking her down—she moaned a little.
Choking her throat, left her brittle.
He pulled her hair; she asked for more.
He chained her up, tighter than before.
Rolling an ice over her bare body—
"Ah," she breathed a sigh. "Rub it slowly."
He silenced her back, shut her lips,
Taping her down underneath her hips.
"Say you're mine," he murmured again.
"I'm yours," she replied, rejoicing the pain.
"Lie me over like butter on bread,
And tie me up like books on a thread."