bad girl gone worse

erospainter:

He talks of his love.
His uncompromising devotion..all these long months.
His honor, of her complete,
Submission.
In whispers.
And by his deft touch.
She trusts him,
Without question, pause, or fear.
For she knows his love is real..the only love she has ever known,
As Is hers.
Unto him she gives up her soul,
Heart,
Body.
And she trembles,
In anticipation.

erospainter:

She turned, took a step towards him, and slowly dropped to her knees. He sat forward and ran his hand over her body, pausing to pinch each of her nipples very lightly as he stroked and caressed her skin, sending goose bumps over each square inch that his fingertips gifted. He mouthed the word “spread” and as she parted her thighs he lightly touched his hand to her smooth pussy and slipped a finger between the warm wet folds of her lips.

“Lean back Marlena, take hold of your ankles” he gently instructed.

She did as she was told, leaning her body backward, spreading her thighs wider as she gripped her ankles with each hand. She felt the rush of heat through her chest as she lowered her eyes and took in a deep breath, the warmth instantly rising through her entire being as she reacted to his touch. He was her only source of pleasure, her Master, her love, her One and in that one instant she craved him more than she had possibly ever craved him in all their time together.