It’s those final moments. Bound, helpless, vulnerable. Completely at His mercy.
He looks at you like a predator contemplates its prey.
You are naked, more than naked; your soul is bared to Him as you endure the intense scrutiny of His gaze.
His hunger is palpable; you can feel it in eyes as they feast on you, devouring you where you lie.
Anticipation builds inside you.
Whatever He chooses, you are helpless to resist.
The clock ticks, seconds pass, each one an eternity as you wait.
You sigh as He traces the contours of your spine with a finger.
You wince as you hear the snap of His belt.
You melt as you hear the words you have been waiting for: “Are you ready, little one?”
“Yes Master,” you reply, and you brace yourself, waiting for the first kiss of His leather on your skin…
Mòrag's Musings 
Oh, to have a woman react that way to me! {wistful sigh} 🙂
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It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the verge like that, but I do love it when it happens.
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