Dessert

I’ve got the sweetest thing trussed and waiting for me to bite in. She’s let me be bitchy, snap my words out as I tie her up.

-Lean back.
-Put your knee up, higher.
-That’s it. Against your shoulder.
-That hurt? Good.

I jerk her head forward by her hair as I loop the rope behind her neck, tie the other leg up, just as uncomfortably.

She is open and wet, flushed crimson. I take her lips, spread them tight as her legs are tied. Pinch them. Lean down to feel the flesh slide over itself between my teeth.