Kneeling before Him...



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Sunday, August 15, 2004

A fantasy, of course. Two views of the same moment. Perhaps in some ways, it is the truth. At least I wish this was what He was thinking.

'My girl,' He hissed and His words were like ice. There was no love, no tenderness. She was simply a possession with which He wished to play. He watched her shiver in response and He loved the way she reacted so openly, so readily to Him. He could make her shudder to a single touch, whimper to the words He chose to use.

She smelt of soap, of laughter and innocence and her scent invaded His mind. She stood before Him so wonderfully naked and He knew there was no part of her she would not allow Him to touch. She offered more than just her body. She offered Him her mind, her heart and her soul. She was stunningly beautiful to Him.

He ached with need, the need to touch her, the need to mark her, the need to use her in all ways she could be used. Her cunt was wet and swollen, something that His fingers had already discovered, but her ass was always hot and tight. Her lips were parted, ready, waiting and her tits were oiled and slick. He wanted her all ways at once, right now. Even His throat was thick with lust.

'Please?' she whispered, breaking the silence between them. He smiled a hard, knowing smile.
'Please what, girl?' He whispered back.
'Just touch me. Fuck me. Use me. Come for me. Hurt me. Just fuck me. Please?'

He grabbed her hair tight in His hand and He drew her head sharply back. She whimpered but she didn't struggle. Her breath escaped her in short, shattered gasps. He lowered His mouth to her exposed neck and He kissed her so softly, so gently, the way only a lover can.

He took her and He used her because for now she existed only for Him to use. He gave her His pleasure and made her complete.

'My girl,' He hissed and the shiver passed through her. He put her into her place with such ease. She was nothing to Him, nothing but an amusement with which He chose to pass the time. He watched her with such control and strength that she couldn't help but respond to His everything He did and said.

He smelt of sweat and dirt, of adrenaline and raw hungry need. His scent invaded her mind. He stood before her, so powerful and commanding, she had no way, no desire to shield herself against Him. She offered Him her mind, her heart and her soul because she knew He would accept nothing less from her and god, how she wanted to give. He was everything to her.

She needed Him so badly. She needed Him to touch her, to mark her and use her. Her body was throbbing with the lust she felt for Him. She wanted Him to fill her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. She needed to taste Him, to have Him inside of her. She needed Him groaning in pleasure. She needed Him in all ways, at once, right now.

'Please?' she whispered, breaking the silence between them. Her voice cracked. Her throat felt thick with lust.
'Please what, girl?' He whispered back.
'Just touch me. Fuck me. Use me. Come for me. Hurt me. Just fuck me. Please?'

She whimpered as His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head right back. She held herself still, anticipating the pain of His teeth. He lowered His mouth and kissed her neck so gently, so tenderly. A virgin kiss.

She gave Him everything because now she only existed to give to Him. She took from Him a pride and knowledge of her beauty that without him, she would not have.

For them, it is the only way to live.

Posted by Sarah McBroden at 7:01 am

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