A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Kissing you deeply, biting your lips until I can feel your body begin to recoil with the pain. The sharp intake of breath willing me to kiss you harder, urging me to hurt you more, pushing me on, pushing you deeper.
I love to watch you as you process the sting from my hand, the pain across your cheek, your lips still stinging from the lingering kiss. The confusion on your face of the lascivious combination of pain immersed under waves of pleasure, drowning in its depths. My hands weaving through your hair, as I pull your head back exposing your neck, as I lean in to kiss you. Bite you. Each time you gasp it urges me to only to do it more, to do it harder. It unleashes the beast inside as I want to hurt you more, to hear you gasp, to moan, to cry.
You attempt to touch me, to bring me closer, I know that you long to feel me closer, to bring me nearer and as I feel your arms pulling at their restraints I move back simply to frustrate you, reminding you that I am where I am, doing what I am, because I want to, for what I need. Not because you want me to be, or not for what you need. A moan of frustration leaves your mouth at the same time that the back of my hand once more makes contact with your reddened cheek.
Your mind cannot process the predicament in which it finds itself, your exquisite eyes convey the bewilderment turmoil that your mind finds itself within. They display the longing, the hunger, the urgency, the desire, the passion and the beauty of your submissive depths.
I pull you closer, as close as your body will allow, your whole body straining against the ropes that bind you. I silence your mouth once more with my own, covering your nose with my hand as I kiss you deeply, stealing your breath, taking everything from you.
Taking all that is yours. Taking all that is mine.