Amidst the flickering candlelight, I see you arise from your chair and move toward me. I stir, but am only reminded of my immobility by the tickling sensation in my wrists from the fur-lined restraints that attach above me to the headboard. My mind is slowly clearing, although my body has yet to regain any strength from the use you have made of it. I am grateful that you demand to hear my moans and pleadings, and have not placed a gag in my mouth so that you may see the smile I have for you as you sit beside me on the bed. I search your face for a return smile, but you have none; your eyes seem darkened and distant. As your finger traces the outline of my jaw, I sigh quietly and blink back tears hoping I haven't disappointed you somehow. Moments pass that seems like hours because your silences are my most hated torture.

Finally you speak, "you must listen to me, Charlotte, this is very important. We have played many games and many roles to one another, but now I need more from you." As you reach to remove my cuffs you continue, "baby, you say you love me and promise that I own you, but now I want you to prove it to me; to give me something of yourself that nobody else has ever had, or ever will, and to accept my gift to you in return. Will you do this for me knowing nothing more than I have told you so far?" You lay down beside me and brush the hair back from my face and explain that the decision must be made of my own free will, and that it will bind us together over all our years and miles apart. My answer is simple and using the words that are so familiar, I whisper, "I love you...anything...". I lay back welcoming your touch and invasion; the further sealing of our fate and stronger binding of our souls; the carrying on of my submission and your ownership despite the passing of time and others in our lives; the symbolism of what I have already sacrificed of myself to be with you.

My eyes never leave your face as I feel the sharp lancet pierce my left breast and I feel the warm wetness begin to bead up. The kiss we share is crushing. My fingers tangle in your hair and as your mouth finds its way over my throat, my back arches to raise my essence to your tongue. I feel you licking and sucking from my breast, your tongue never pausing from its assault. In my mind, I try to tell myself what I am feeling is an impossible reality, but I collapse to the bed knowing you have just taken a part of me forever. Its peaceful. Its all I have ever wanted.

I'm barely aware I'm crying as you kiss my eyelids ...

Your mouth, once more, finds mine and I taste a mixture of salt and copper on your tongue. My hands instictively reach for your cock, as I feel it hardening against my hip, and I tease it with light, slow strokes. I feel warm breath on my neck near my ear and I hear your voice telling me to continue being your good girl. "Suck my cock, babygirl", you murmur as you bury your hands in my hair and guide my head over your abdomen. The wet, sticky precum already formed at the tip of your rockhard cock leaves a glistening line over my cheek and chin. Curly hairs tickle my nose as I firmly lick around your balls and just underneath them. I am never so totally sated as I am when you allow me to take you into my throat and I strain against your hands to place my lips over the crown of your cock, wetting them with all of the fluid that has escaped from you already.

I hear your moans and wonder how long you will make me wait to drink every last drop of your hot cum. I know you are so very close; your balls feel firm against my chin and I can feel your heartbeat in the veins of the skin you are holding deeply in my throat. Every inch of me is on fire wanting and needing your release, and just as I am sure you will drown me, you force my mouth from you. I whimper, "no no , please...please baby...I need...", but your fingers close over my mouth and by looking into your eyes, I know what it is that is expected of me now. I reach for the lancet and gently open a small wound on your inner left thigh. This is where I choose to take your strength from you; to have this part of you forever in me as a remembrance of who I will always belong to. I lower my mouth to the red droplets and savor each one. I feel your sigh and watch a contended smile form on your once tense jaw.

Your hands grasp my upper arms and pull me on top of you until I am positioned perfectly to accept your already pulsing cock into my soaking wetness. We share breathless kisses; this orgasm is almost painful to us both and we release together after a few slow, deep, and almost motionless strokes.

We say nothing, there is no need for it at this moment. Perhaps sometime soon I will consider what it was we did here tonight, if we truly are a part of one another or if someday we will allow ourselves to forget. I should think about it I know, but for now I will continue as I always have, reveling in each second I spend with you. I curl quietly by your side, near your heart, and wait for the next moment you will want me.