Face Down, Ass Up

Face down
ass up
hands clawing sheets
twisting
begging
moaning.

Impaled on the hook
as time disapears
all I can hear is my low whine, his whispered  "Mine", and the blood pounding through my veins.
As the knife slides across my skin
and he pushes his way in
with an exquisitely torturous slowness.

Face down, ass up
invaded by his eyes
his touch
his toys.

His eyes tell me that I am beautiful
his hands tell me that I am his
his touch tells me that I am his most treasured possession
his words remind me that I am his
always
in all ways.

Face down, ass up
no longer concerned with physical imperfection
swallowed whole by need
consumed by his desire to feed.

And in the end, the only thought my mind becomes capable of is how very delicious his cock is,
how very badly I want it in my mouth,
and how very, very good I am going to suck it.

Face down, ass up
hands clawing sheets
mewling
moaning
begging.

The wanton whore
pushing back
crawling and pleading
desperate to please and exploding with need.

Face down, ass up
dripping
maleable
I will do anything he wants
and he knows it.