She craved control a hunger for dominance that consumed her every thought
He was a willing captive a slave to her every whim his body hers to command 
Her touch was both torment and ecstasy a wicked dance of pleasure and pain 
Each flick of her wrist sent shivers through him a testament to her absolute power 
His pleas were music to her ears fueling her desire to push him further 
She smiled knowing he belonged to her completely mind body and soul 
The pain was a constant reminder of his place a delicious ache he secretly craved 
