Under the Cover of Darkness

Smooth hands graze my naked flesh as I lay helpless and bound. Black satin covers my eyes and binds my wrists. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep me where he wants me. Under the cover of night I feel safe in his arms, doing things which are unspeakable in the light. I cannot see his pale blonde hair, nor those piercing grey eyes, like clouds before the rain.

Fingertips trail lightly over my stomach, making me tighten sculpted muscles to keep from laughing or moaning, I\'m not sure which. They travel slowly upwards towards a neglected nipple, circling closer to the tight peak caused by the cool air and shear arousal of the unknown. A warm mouth and wet tongue follow in their wake, sucking gently, nipping softly, almost reverently.

Under the cover of darkness I wait to be touched, submissive and wanting. I lay myself in your hands. Here, now, my trust in you is complete. My soft whimpering is the only sound to break the still silence surrounding us. I do not know where you will touch next. Will it be the soft stroking of your fingertips across my hardened nipples or a hand wrapped gently around my shaft, stroking slowly, filling me with want? Perhaps it will be the firm smack of your hand across my flesh as you redden my skin, causing me to pant and groan with a desire for more of you.

Under the cover of darkness nothing we do can be wrong as long as it is wanted. Your hands alone stroke my body to a fevered pitch, never knowing where they will touch next. Then I feel you pressing into me, one finger slowly entering me, feeling the tightness as you sheathe a second finger slowly within me. I hear you moan softly into my ear as you gently bite my neck and continue to push further, opening me up for you. I let you take me in the darkness; take my power, take my love, take my body, take all of me.

Slowly, you replace slipery fingers with something hard as steel and soft as velvet. As you push into me I cannot hold back a groan of satisfaction. Here, in the darkness, I am yours. Pleasure and pain intermingle as I give up all control to the one I hate in the glare of the light.

As you press into me fully my legs instinctively wrap around you, pulling you in more, closer, harder, more, need more, harder, please, yes, please.

I struggle half-heartedly against the restraints, reminding myself of the control I have given to you. I need what only you can give me. My enemy, my savior. I give myself to the world every day. I may give my life to save this world before too long. But you simply take what you need - what you know I need as well. I am not your savior, not your golden boy. When you take me in the darkness, I am nothing. I am at peace.

Come morning it will all be over, as if it never began. You will walk out of the door before I awaken, before the blindfold is removed and the binds disapear. But for now you are with me, and I will keep you here until the stars begin to fade and the sun again awakens from her slumber, putting an end to my peace, waking me from my dreams, and leaving me alone and wanting once more.
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