in between light and dark

masochisticbeauty:

He said “You are my rose. My delicate flower. In my care you have blossomed.” From behind His back he pulled out her gift. “This is your reminder of whom you belong to. It will also remind you of the delicacy of our relationship. It’s fragile. It needs to be nurtured and tended to. You are my rose.” He gave her that smile. The one that sent shivers through her body and made her toes curl. “Turn around and bend over” As she did this, she could feel her heart begin to race faster. Fingers curled into the palms of her hand as she presented herself to him. Then without words his hand touched her, lovingly caressing her ass. The soft delicate white skin beckoned to be taken and used. Slowly he parted her, his finger tracing from mons up to the dark hole that would be his, claimed. Dragging a nail around and around. He felt her body tighten and respond. “Relax” He whispered against her ear, lips pressing a kiss there. Already moist with lube he pressed the tip against her. His free hand stroking along her spine. “breathe, My rose” Pressing harder. Her body fought the invasion, yet her mind was spinning. Ever so slowly he claimed her. Loving the way she arched back and moaned for him. When she was fully taken, he stood back to admire her. That smile appeared once more. “You are mine, My rose”
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He said “You are my rose. My delicate flower. In my care you have blossomed.” From behind His back he pulled out her gift. “This is your reminder of whom you belong to. It will also remind you of the delicacy of our relationship. It’s fragile. It needs to be nurtured and tended to. You are my rose.” He gave her that smile. The one that sent shivers through her body and made her toes curl. “Turn around and bend over” As she did this, she could feel her heart begin to race faster. Fingers curled into the palms of her hand as she presented herself to him. Then without words his hand touched her, lovingly caressing her ass. The soft delicate white skin beckoned to be taken and used. Slowly he parted her, his finger tracing from mons up to the dark hole that would be his, claimed. Dragging a nail around and around. He felt her body tighten and respond. “Relax” He whispered against her ear, lips pressing a kiss there. Already moist with lube he pressed the tip against her. His free hand stroking along her spine. “breathe, My rose” Pressing harder. Her body fought the invasion, yet her mind was spinning. Ever so slowly he claimed her. Loving the way she arched back and moaned for him. When she was fully taken, he stood back to admire her. That smile appeared once more. “You are mine, My rose”

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