Captivated

CaptivatedThe blindfold’s darkness is total. The handcuffs’ chain scrapes against the bed’s iron frame, the bracelets cold against her slender wrists.

The bed creaks as he kneels down between her trembling thighs. His steady palms glide up her legs, past her stocking tops. The touch of his flesh against hers electrifies her.

She smells his maleness, hears his excitement, senses his ravenous eyes devouring her near-nakedness.

His powerful hand settles over the front of her meagre panties. He grips the waistband and pulls, the fabric tearing like tissue paper.

“You’re mine now,” he says roughly.

It’s true.

She shivers deliciously.

24 thoughts on “Captivated

    1. Then thank you again, HK – particular for the additional frisson I experience whenever I realise I’ve written something that has a special resonance for a reader…

  1. Oh, I get sooo excited to read your erotica….hot as hell! I need handcuffs.

    ~your loyal follower from over the pond.

  2. I think it would be agonizing not to be able to touch a man that smelled so good… and all the more so if he knew it.

  3. Okay I’ve spent way too much time over here reading 😉

    You capture a feeling with words that every woman fantasizes about, or at least me, “senses his ravenous eyes devouring her” that has to be one of my favorite things! 🙂

    1. I’m delighted to have provided a source of inspiration for you, Lady Pandorah. I must confess that I’m not especially surprised to learn of your decision to reverse the roles…

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