Torture Shall Begin

She walks in with a big grin on her face…

Carrying one small bowl filled with her secret potions… the witch.

Setting it quietly on the nightstand,

Far enough for him not to know but close enough to reach…

Regaining her rightful place, in his big muscular arms and starting to apply her plan.

Handcuffed far from her, he lays there patiently awaiting his fate…

Slowly increasing his power with each touch she gives him.

His eyes longing for her to share her thoughts but his mind knowing not to ask…

Following her lips and each move they make,

Being mesmerized by her goddess-like appearance and heating up… quickly.

No reason for her to give in to his pleas… now she is in control… just this once.

Smiling softly at him and leaning in, over him…

Allowing her long red hair to touch his bare chest… tickling his senses more and more.

Tracing his lips with the tip of her tongue, but breaking away as he plays along…

Disapproving his control… and leaning in again… towards his ear…

Erotic effects of her lips playing on his earlobe…

And her angelic moans echoing in his ears… teasing and torturing…

Losing his control over all his senses his moans join her in a perfectly synchronized duet…

-shouldn’t have done that-

Pulling on the bonds that tie his hands away from her, pulling closer to her white body…

Pulling his lips closer to hers… pleading softly… “just one kiss.. just this once.”

Parting his lips slowly… raising his chin, a task easily managed… and leaning in…

-but no… not just yet-

Leaning in as well, her lips inches from his and smiling devilishly…

Licking his lips and letting him taste her tongue again…

Not yet though. She still has plans.

Laughing and tightening his collar a bit more…

Sliding slowly over his chest…

Teasing begins and her wet, hot tongue knows her way quite quickly…

Kissing in all the right places… tracing his jawbone and neck…

Licking slowly down his chest… lower and lower…

Torture shall begin…