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chantrea -> RE: Subbie Pajama Party (7/17/2006 4:05:07 AM)
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*Posts a story from her site for everyone to peek at in the morning....
Eyes like Flint and Steel
Hard and Unforgiving
They pin me to the spot
My eyes drop
Eyes black and deep
Playful and Laughing
They tease and cajole
My laughter rings out
So many ways
His eyes tell me
What is going on
Ever watching, ever seeing
I could drown in them
His eyes are deep and warm
His eyes are cold and hard
Either way, His Eyes command
Either way, His Eyes, I obey
As a girl looked into the deep eyes of her Master, she saw them go hard, flinty, the playfullness fled in a heartbeat, and the steel of His arousal pressing against her hip mirrored the steel in His expressionless face. Unable to gaze into those fathomless eyes any longer, her jade ones dropped, playing over His lips, soft, warm, pink, then to His stubbled chin, a shiver raced down her spine, for she didn't knwo what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it was sure to be painful, yet exhilerating.
By now, she knew she didn't get off on the pain, it was more the fact that He created an emotional link with her, shattering her self-control and replacing it with His own, letting her draw on His strength to pull her through and guide her. The pain seemed to be His way of reinforcing that control over her at times, making sure she knew He was in control. Like she would forget. They continued to talk, Him coaxing her to sit astride His hips, His hands working her body, calling forth its natural rythmn, making it dance for Him under His slightest touch.
He rolls her onto the bed, flat onto her back, lowering Himself onto her, her only thought is how delicious it will feel, then she thinks, how easy this has been for Him... and she struggles, He growls, signaling His deeper arousal. Her body tightens, anticipating a deeply driving thrust. A thrust that is not to come. she writhes, struggles, bucks, kicks, wiggles, trys everything she can phyiscally do to get away... and is held fast in His arms. His lips close over an exposed nipple, drawing it deeply into His mouth and she screams, her body begging for more.
His hard eyes do not frighten her, rather they excite and arouse her, the hardness, the uncaring, the deep sense of raw power, she longs to feel all of that as her Master drives into her with every ounce of force He has. In her mind, she gave herself to Him long ago, she is His, until He chooses to rid Himself of her. she lacks only the physical symbol around her neck to make it official.
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