Copyright 1999 by Dazzababe

Watching him.

Watching him struggle in vain, the golden silk holding his wrists snug against the bedposts, one piece for each wrist. Two lovely pieces secure his ankles.

Watching Darren surrender.

"Please," he pleaded, longing in his eyes. I covered his full, soft lips with mine.

"No," I said simply, sealing it first with a kiss, then a fifth piece of golden silk.

Sweet, sweet Darren, so helpless in front of me. You are so lovely, almost too much so to be a male. But not quite. When he is performing on stage, singing about love, about heartache, about renewed hope, I feel my loins stir. It starts in the vincinity of my heart, spirals down past my belly to ground zero of my desire. If someone were to touch me down there while he was high above the audience, I know I would explode in orgasm.

"Darren," I whispered, my breath tickling his ear.

After the shows, the meet-and-greets, the interviews, he was all mine. Stripped naked, stretched out, performing for an audience of one--me. Mine to do whatever I pleased.

I looked down on him again, reveling in my work. It seemed so evil to take away his beautiful voice, reducing it to a muffle now that he was gagged. Evil indeed. But it wasn't as if this were a permanent thing; he would have it back momentarily. Besides, those pleas enhanced his plight, making him sound and resemble even more like the angel he is.

I settled myself so I was sittting on my knees between his powerful thighs. "How do you want me to torture you tonight?" I purred. "Shall I do it with pain or pleasure--or perhaps you think they're one and the same?" Darren's eyes widened. No turning back, no way, no how. He thrashed his wrists inside the golden silk, twisting and turning.

I shook my head, laughing. "That doesn't do much good, Darren; you'll just get burns." Silk is so complex like that. Lovely to look at, cool to the flesh's touch, yet when used for bondage, can hurt more than the roughest of ropes.

Sweet, sweet Darren. You know how you got here. You know why you're here. Now pay the price, something I know you will happily do. You don't show it, but I know you want this, you need this, you crave this. I know because you can struggle, you can have tears flowing down your face, but your cock doesn't lie. You're rock hard and aroused.

One more piece of golden silk. I could use it as a blindfold, but then I wouldn't get to look at the combination of fear and adoration in his eyes. Oh yes, his eyes. The mirrors of the soul, as the cliche goes, and through those mirrors I could see everything in him, everything he could ever want.

No, I would use this certain piece as his instrument of torture. Holding each end of the scarf in my hands, I moved it ever so subtle across his chest, across his nipples, watching them harden under the cool, satiny touch. Darren closed his eyes and sighed into his gag.

"Surrender, sweet Darren," I whispered to him, kissing him gently, just enough to torment him.

The golden silk moved further down his body, down past his hard belly, past the dark, damp triangle, to his ready and willing sex. I wrapped the scarf around it, stimulating him, arousing him further. Darren arched his back, rising as high in the air as he could go, letting out a muffled cry, thrashing his head back and forth.

"Do you want to come?" I purred. Darren responded by wailing into his gag, sounding somewhat unintelligible, but I knew what he was saying. "I don't think you've earned it, my darling," I say ever so sweetly. Actually, I could watch him come right now, relishing the look on his beautiful face as he climaxes, but the longer he waits, the better it will be. Yes, better to make him wait.

Darren is nearly crying; I can tell he is way past the point of no return. I stop movement with the golden silk, let it fall around the base. Darren's eyes widen with surprise and dread, pleading with me to please start again, please let him come. I have every intention to, just not right this second. Definitely better to make him wait. Prolong his agony, his sweet, sweet agony.

"Again, my love?" Darren nods frantically. Again, I look down at his restrained body. His cock juts out gorgeously, the black curls and dark pink flesh contrasting with the paleness of his skin. I'm tempted to kiss him down there, the scent of him is so inviting. I'm tempted, but I won't do it. Instead, I touch it lightly, just a simple touch to upgrade his ache.

I brush away a distressed tear from his eye. "How about I fuck you, my darling?" Darren isn't too sure whether or not to be relieved; Yes, please, Mistress, his eyes are telling me. If he could talk, I know he'd be begging me to do with him as I wish.

Which is exactly what I'm doing.

One flick of my wrist sends the golden silk gliding to the floor. One fluid, gradual movement lowers me onto his erection, the muscles inside me contracting as I welcome him inside, causing me to shiver in my first orgasm, just a small one, a mere hint at what we will share.

Slowly, I begin riding him, up and down, feeling the warm flesh, the internal burning. If Darren could move, I know he would be caressing my plentiful breasts, his hands slipping down to grasp my curves, kissing me long and deep because right now the universe is centered upon our lovemaking.

Faster and more frenetic, I move atop him, experiencing him as he pushes back just as hard. Delirious to come, every muscle of his thrashes in his tight bonds, ignoring the pain, and emptying every emotion into my waiting body. Gripping him, my nails sinking into him, my hair grazing his forehead, I dare him to have his climax.

Darren screams through his gag, spilling himself inside me, only half-believing I'm allowing him to do so. I explode along with him, riding the sonic wave and falling off together, ripping off his gag and kissing him hard even as the tremors begin to fade away.

I loosen the knots, setting him free, and hold his still shaking body close. "I love you," he whispers and I whisper back, soothing his chafed wrists. Soon he falls asleep. I watch him look so content; tonight Darren has surrendered to what he knows. My submissive, my lover.