Smack of Sadism

They battled for a moment, each determined to dominate the other.
Eyes locked, breathe hissing,
They scratched each other.
The titillating pain fuelling their fire

Grabbing her tresses, he plastered her breasts against his.
Her heat and his thudding beats, slithering in sweat.
Marking her craning neck in red, he tied her hands in cuffs.
She resisted aggressively only to be blindfolded in silk waves.

There she was in the centre of the room in the ring of inevitability
Was it his exploring fingers in her crevice,
Was it the stinging bite on her nipples,
Was it the tongue wavering in her navel,
Was it the sudden thrust of his meat in her mouth.
She was lost in the lightening onslaught.

Unbearably retrained, he kept encircling her, Weighing and attacking her sumptuous pores.
Defenseless, she cried in agonizing pleasure.
Sadism it was for him,
For her, blinding euphoria.

Now it was for the final kill.
Making her kneel on the floor,
Reigning her tresses from behind, spanking her,
He entered unannounced

As her moans escalated, so did his aggressiveness.
In passionate frenzy they gyrated their hips.
To a song only they could hear.
The lyrics of dominance enmeshed in sadistic rhythm.