Suspension

I have tied him, immobile, above the bed,
Arms stretched taut above his head,
Strain of bicep, elbow and wrist,
hands gripped tightly into powerless fists.


Legs spread wide to hide nothing from me.
Silk cords tied around both feet and knees,
then thighs and torso and rings in teats.
Suspension from the canopy.


Silk blindfold hiding azure eyes,
leather gag to stifle the cries.
Chest heaving in unbridled lust,
Unable to stop me if I take too much.


He loves the lack of any control,
left to wonder how far I'll go.
Will I be gentle or will I be rough?
Either way he can't get enough.


Lit candles drift near sensitive parts,
I can see the quickening of his heart.
He feels the threat of being burned,
And pulls against his bonds in turn.


I could never mar his lovely perfection
But tonight I shall skirt the exception.
He tenses, expecting the waxes scalding heat,
not knowing which part of his skin it will meet.


Neck to navel and teat to teat
the liquid hardens upon the flesh it meets.
A hiss of erotic pain is the perfect refrain
as I suck him deep and claim him again.

His musky taste upon my tongue,
The wax pours again till the pattern is done.
Burning his flesh but never again his soul,
The Symbol he long ago turned his back upon.


An unlit taper eases into his hole,
Pulled back and forth, making him moan.
Writhing in pleasure, hips thrusting to meet,
He knows that he is mine to keep.


He's sobbing at the edge of release,
I remove the taper and press in deep.
"There there My Pretty Fallen One,
No need to cry, I'll make you cum."

I stroke his shaft and ram his core,
Grab black silk wings and give him more,
Pump hard and fast the way he loves it,
Stroke him rough and loom above him.


I pound his ass so hard and fast,
he remembers why he fell at last,
And wishes he were once more Heavens Claim,
So I could make him fall all over again.