The King

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Night is here.

All is silent

except the beating of my heart.

My eyes close, to see

and experience the sensations

produced by

an endless procession

of fantasies

wants and desires 

~Dark Stranger © (2018)

‘only 12 hours daddy?….I thought I had you for the whole weekend’…

I had taken a private jet from amsterdam to paris….on the company buck…speed was of the essence…

‘oh baby….we’re close to sealing the south american deal….it’s all I can give you’….

a tear began to form in the corner of her exquisite eye….

‘ok daddy….I understand….do you want to go to bed?’…..

5 hours later…..as she lay naked in my arms…in the twilight of a paris evening…her soft breathing like chopin to my overloaded brain…

I managed a text…

Send the jet on monday….i’m staying an extra day’…..

She was my world…

….and had to be my priority.

Or what the hell…was it all for?.

the prey…..

bound and restrained….

awaits his return…

her twisting and contorting..pointless

she could cry for help…but that just might get someone’s attention…

then she would be released…

and that…..is the very last thing..

she wants….

Something damaged, Something grey.

Something savage here to stay.

Something damaged, Something broken.

Something challenged With words spoken.

Something damaged, Something hurt.

Something managed that we convert.

Something damaged, not by my hands

tying a boy up

painfully slowly teasing his cock

listening to his ever increasing desperation, frustration, and begging

orgasming loudly specifically for him to hear a few times 

finally tipping him over, giving him what he wants

watching him cum

squeezing every drop from him

not stopping

listening to his ever increasing desperation, frustration, and begging x2

admiring the sweaty, trembling, exhausted mess of a man lying in front of me entirely at my mercy

taking mercy on him

kissing him everywhere for being such a perfect toy for me and reminding him how beautiful he is