My words fill the space between us and I hope they rattle you, unsettle you, fill your mind with images my dominance over you. A wicked lil' grin remains on my lips as I watch you closely for a reaction.. getting a rise outta ya has always been something I enjoy. And I sure do get one.. a smirk slowly forms on your beautiful face, an expression that promises many things are in store for me. Some of those things may be alluring and pleasurable, while others, cruel, humiliating... and punishing. I swallow hard, I know what ticks behinds those captivating eyes of yours, I know what dark desires you have for me, and I have to admit.. it excites me how after all this time, you still want me. In more ways than one..
I keep watching you as you lick your lips,..my eyes follow the movement of your tongue as it slides along the curve of those delectable lips. A sudden urge to press my own mouth to yours immediately flares up within me. But I fight those urges, I remain as cool and aloof as I can. Stay calm, stay in control. Mind games are kind of your specialty and I have to be on my guard at all times. Easier said than done.. You reply back, and the more I listen the more that smile on my lips falters. My eyes begin to narrow thinly, as you talk about hanging a sign around my neck once you've beaten me. I can't wait to retort, but you suddenly you burst into motion. You're faster at the draw, and snap a hand up at my head, your fingers tangling with my tresses. Damn, I nearly forgot how quick you are.
I certainly didn't forget how amazing you taste.
An instant later you've dragged me in close by my platinum mane, kissing me hard. With my hands still behind me and my mind still preoccupied with your lil' taunt, I was easy pickings to get caught. And you sure as hell caught me. This kiss burns me up, riling up something fierce inside me. It's a rough, lewd, possessive kiss, and for a split second I wanna pull away, I want to resist, I try to, I have to. But the way you kiss me, the way you press your luscious body into me, the way I hate you and missed you and want you all at the same time.. it makes me react to your rough, lewd, possessive kiss. I kiss you back, just as hard, just as wantonly, welcoming that tongue that slithers deep into my mouth.
And just like that, you break our hot and heavy kiss. You send me back a few steps with a firm shove, making me gasp for breath. My eyes are wide and sheepish, mouth agape with a line of saliva trailing from the edge of my lip. My cheeks flushed, my ample chest rising high and falling deep. I glare hotly at you, the air in the room suddenly feeling thick and heavy all around me. I struggle to find my words, strain to regain my composure, all the while every kind of emotion rushes through me. You ALWAYS have this kind of effect on me, and I hate it. I hate that I've left my guard down, that I let you get the first shot in. I hate how much I've missed your kisses.. how much I've missed you. Brat.
I let you talk, it gives me a much needed breather. I take a deep breath, gather up my wits, wipe the saliva from the corner of my mouth, and move forward toward you. It's my turn to invade your personal space and I completely disrespect it as I press my body assertively against yours.. making you feel the full weight of my tits, and how hard my nipples have become under my skin tight dress..I lower my head until our foreheads press together, never once taking my eyes off of yours. Savoring the closeness between us, I simply stare into those beautiful, fierce eyes of yours.. and then, after a long, tense moment, I whisper back at you, in a tone that's somewhere between a lover's purr and a rival's hiss..
"Now sugah, you of all people should know where I like to conduct this kinda "business"... Downstairs."
My lips move closer to yours, they're so close they almost nearly touch. And then, I smile deeply, wickedly.
"And how could you forget? After all that time you spent tied up down there the last time I had you.. why, it's like your second home."
I let that sink into your pretty head, moving my lips as if to kiss you once more. But at the very last second, I pull away, turning swiftly on my heel, my big, voluminous, platinum mane brushing across your gorgeous face. I then saunter to the backroom entrance, hands folded behind my back once again, chin held high, hips swaying prominently with every step. It looks as if I've discarded you like yesterday's news, until I pause at the wide open doorway, turning to glare at you from over my shoulder. That wicked lil' grin back on my glossy lips, I purr teasingly at you.
"You comin', my love?"
