"undress for me," hawks eyes stare into mine as layers of velvet and silk peel off, in the dead of silence i can hear the clock.
"get in the bath," one limb at a time while the hot water sends chills down my spine, i can feel your eyes burning into mine.
hands are placed on my wrists with silk ribbon tied into twists, they're bound to the faucet.
"are you gonna make a mess baby?" chills lodge themselves in my chest and as i breathe in you hit out my breath - "be a good girl and you get what you want" so helpless and flustered i sigh out your name, your hands round my throat my god this is tame.
they travel down my body, past my ribs and my hips, your fingers shoved down, knuckles past lips.
it's electric, every thing turns black - when i open my eyes i'm resting on the mat.
i suppose i should follow the rules, as to disobey them would make me a fool.
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Poesíaa series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
