The naked woman is held in a beam of light. Her arms pulled firmly overhead, legs spread just enough, exposing everything. Unsure why or how she can neither move from the growing uncomfortable position nor speak. The only thing she has control of are her eyes. There's nothing to see, just inky blackness beyond the single column of light.

Those eyes look to me pleading, eyebrows knit almost comically in worry. She's desperate to say something, I can see it in those eyes. But nothing comes from her partly open mouth. Lush lips quiver uncontrolled. I wonder what they taste like. How soft they are. Soon enough.

I pace in front of her, walking with agonizing slowness, calmly, a tiger waiting to pounce. She watches as my eyes drift down her body drinking in every curve. Unable to hear her gasps, cries, pleas, it's impossible to tell what she's thinking. Shame? Terror? Wanton lust. I search her face for any clue, any sign at all. Nothing. But her pleading eyes stare into mine, perhaps hoping that by wishing hard enough, I'll see her thoughts behind them.

With measured steps, I continue pacing, walking ever so slowly out of her vision. Her eyes watch mine as my gaze drifts down her side to her ass. If nothing else, she knows with singular certainty that she is being inspected, judged, evaluated. I do so wish I could hear her thoughts.

Footsteps and her regular breathing are the only noises in the room. I know she can hear my steps directly behind her. A wolfish smile as I wonder, has she closed her eyes to help her hear? Footsteps continue around her, a shark circling in for a meal. When I'm about to step back into her peripheral vision, I stop, turn, grinding my foot so she can hear the deliberation in my turn. Another step, and I'm behind her. My eyes trace down the elegant spine, mapping every detail. Oh, how I yearn to reach out and touch that skin. I want her to feel my fiery digits like trails of burning embers on skin. I want to hear her gasp and moan, cry out, or plead. The animal in me wants so much just to take her, possess her, make her mine. But I'm not an animal. Control. I force patience. My eyes do all the touching for now.

Leaning in, I exhale. Hot breath on cool skin. I'd pay nearly anything to watch her shudder under that breath. Time. In due time.

Closer still, just a whisper from contact, the hairs on her neck tickle the very tip of my nose. Now I close my eyes. Inhale. Loudly. Letting her hear my lungs fill as I take in her scent. My nose drifts down the curve of neck to bare shoulder. Teeth so close. Lips and mouth hungry, hungry, hungry.

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Looking for kink, passion, and delicious roleplay. Likes, all sorts of kinks, probably more than ought to be warranted. Doubt there's much that would shock me.

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