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They laid back to front,
talking idly of the day
kissing in
between
words; syllables.

Silence.

A smile on one face, an unseen grin on the other.

The grinning hand crept up, clasped tightly a throat,

and pulled a body hard against.

A gasp, a jolt,

sly lips grinning by a struggling ear,

"Stop."

Simple, but the tone left no room for argument.

Completely still, awaiting new orders, lest life be rent.

A depriciating chuckle,

"You give in so easily."

A defiant expression, gone unnoticed in the stillness.

A tighter grasp, a sound, now a struggle.

Short-lived, however.

This time a hard hand, clenched down on a throat,

an angry, gutteral whisper in an ear.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing." Defiant.

"I don't like lies." Suave villans creeping through voices.

"Nothing."

Teeth clenched on a vampire's cliche,

pain lacing down, hand grasping tighter.

Choking and definatly still whispering,

"Nothing, Sir."

Release,

"Are you sure about that?" Face turned to see eyes glinting in the caresse of the hunt.

Delicious defeat,

"Yes, Sir."

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He Could Parade Me To His Friends, All Trussed Up Because I Trust Him.

She couldn't see.
The fabric at her eyes pulled taut;
doubled for assurance.

She wasn't allowed to see.

She could feel phantom traces of him, though.
A finger-laid path running from her
delicate, delicate neck
to her belly button.

An agonizing nail scortched trail
sliding down the sides of her brests,
like the threat of a knife.

Little red lines, softly thrumming with anticipation criscrossed her
fair, smooth skin.

Her chest heaved in anticipation,
each untouched passing second more anxious.
Breath by her ear, a felt grin.
Something cruel whispered.

Then, blindingly hot pain,
a slap against the cheek, made more jolting
by unawareness.
A second one, still unexpected.
left her dizzily trying to catch her breath.

He kissed her, and she eagerly responded,
wanting more of her attacker,
wanting to be attacked--
nails shredding up her skin,
leaving trails of desire and submission behind.

A finite gasp of air,
unallowed.
A slap for that,
though unsensuous, still desired.

Then, he slid off her mask,
firmly telling her she wasn't allowed to open her eyes.
Switching the game to be played.

Now, feel free to laugh.