Across his laps, my ass sat,
He caressed it and a gentle pat.
My thong sticking out
My lips a pout,
I hated him.
A smart mouth,
Causing more harm than good
To him every part of me was food.
Tying me across his desk was heaven.
His bulge was evident.
The whip making love to my butt.
My pussy making me purr,
Once he told me my smart mouth was going to be my undoing,
But now it was his!
Wrapped around the tip of his cock
And he probing me like his favourite lock,
He calling me his little slut,
His mouth held more filth than sin!
But my body only came alive with lust
My insides mushy
And his dick, so pushy.
He had the load of a god,
He wanted to bend me;
Over everything and in every way
He wanted to take me through cities
Making his cum draw maps on my body.
The bite of pain on every part of me by him was devilish
And those hickeys turning purplish
He was a man of many skills!
My body, a workshop
And he, as a mason he, explored
built climaxes
breaking bridges and building new feelings deep within.
Setting fires in my embers
Testing out this chimney
Bending me over everything that will have us.
Scattered clothing across worlds.
I dare not whimper,
I couldn’t stifle a scream,
Not even if it was for immortality,
He destroyed my cave,
Filling me with juices
And drinking them off my thighs
His eyes burned bright with desire
He commanded authority
And he made my body a priority,
Now the sight of him,
Caused shivers to travel through me
My body knowing its master
Being a freaking Delilah
Decorating my body with pieces of him.
Bite marks and him slamming into me,
The force of nature.
A collar wrapped around my neck
A faithful little
A smart-mouthed little
His fine pressed coat.
“That is my boss”
