art-of-domination:

God, she always loved the beginning of their nights together. When he told her how to stand. When she stood there seemingly forever waiting for his touch. Anticipating. Feeling his eyes on her. Her mind racing with thoughts. The way the first rope felt as it wrapped gently around her. Securing her. Tying her. Freeing her mind as her body became restrained. How he caressed her softly. Whispered into her ear. Telling her how beautiful she was. What he wanted to do to her. How his eyes locked with her as he pushed her down the bed. Having her open her legs for him. Showing him what was his. Her body so eager. So ready. The thought of it alone made her squirm. That’s what he did to her. That’s why she was his.