Into the night

It started so simply through social media. We innocently spoke about our trials which led to heartbreak and decisions. Mutually we discovered our love for taboos. He and I spoke frequently about them logically and often, so often, I began to dream at night of our talks. Those dreams took me to his passions.

We walked into a dimly light hotel room where the windows were larger than the room itself, so it seemed. The bustling night of the city breathed chaos and consent. I walked slowly toward the bed to take off my jacket. He stood near the bed, near me and laid eyes. His gaze looked of hunger, jungle sweat and intent but his movements were purposeful and precise. One by one the buttons of his standard white collard shirt escaped its cotton prison. My dress needed tending to, so I non-verbally asked for assistance, he smiled. I walked backwards towards him revealing the zipper I could not grasp.
He then slowly, deliberately, unzipped my dress uncovering my skin, bareback, my bra and tattoos collected over the years. When he got to the small of my back I turned on a dime to kiss his patient lips. He tasted like whiskey and old man, I liked it. His hair fought violently in my fist when I grabbed at it for support as I kissed him deeper. My other hand found his neckties and chest, so warm. His heartbeat steady. His gazed never changed.
"Prey. You are caught and you are Mine" his look spoke loudly. "Take off your panties, keep the bra on and look at me while you do it", he said and his commanding voice filled the room. Ominous with intent to harm. I like it when he gets serious. It means he's going to enjoy all of his devoted time making me squirm and punishing me for disobeying him earlier. The price for being a bad girl is handprints on my ass and orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.