written by cyn
slowly the rhythm begins, slow and haunting, both in the music and her soul, beating out its tempo within slave blood, seeing the command with a flick of his hand and quickly rises from the furs, skimming delicate hands along silken thighs, rocking back to bared heels and then pushes up to a standing position, lifting head and shaking out long auburn mane, gliding as if on air to the center of the room within a heartbeat, turning lithe body to face him, smiling softly with eyes lowered, passion beating through slave veins to pool between shifting thighs
standing before him, silks shimmering in the glow of the fire light and the many candles set about the room, the thin material not hiding one curve of lush body outlined to his view from the fire burning behind, accentuating the fiery highlights in glorious mane, beckoning to him as the flames of the fire roar higher still, the musky scent of her own arousal intermingling with the aromas of the candles and slave perfume, creating an intoxicating scent, urging the slut to dance as never before, no longer a creature of reason
bending over to trace flesh from ankle all the way to tight belly and over tender breasts, something deep rages within, leading her to the edge of the dancing circle, moving slow and sweet as the talendar of her womanhood begins to bloom, hands moving free and gracefully, making delicate and complex patterns in the air as hips undulate and face begins to flush, luscious ruby lips parting as hot tongue flickers out to dampen them, eyes barely open, dancing along the outer rim of the circle, not permitted to leave until the slave blossoms within, glancing up at him quickly before dropping eyes again, pure desire blazing deep in the warmth of bright blue gaze, only visible for a second before shuttered out beneath lush dark lashes
slowly lifting arms before dancing form, finger cymbals flashing in the dim light as they rest on the tips of long fingers, raising a leg and twirling on one foot quickly, body no longer her own but slave to burning desires, controlled only by the music and his commands, slowly skimming hands down delicious curves, showing the uncontrollable desire to be touched by him, to be possessed as fingers clash together a hypnotizing melodic tune, sliding hands heavenward, reaching up as cymbals crash, hips swaying to the rhythm, heart beating faster and faster as the tempo increases, hair licking at pale skin like flames as she twirls, breasts swelling in pleasure, slave heat rising, nipples tightening
the music moving a bit more wantonly, arching and moving silken thighs in a beckoning manner, fingers tracing flushed face softly and then exploring heaving breasts, the supple feel of them exciting as pulse races just below sun-kissed skin, liquid pools of blue gazing to the heavens, hands pressing flat and down slave belly to a heat she can not fathom, one that threatens to burn her alive, then suddenly, reaches up to release the ties of confining silks, slowly pulling them around throbbing flesh, swirling closer and closer to him until at his feet, stopping to offer the edge, waiting ... breasts heaving from exertion and feels him grasp the edge
twists away from him, the silks slithering over turning body as it pulls from pulsating flesh causing a moan to be torn from pink lips, exposing sinuous nude flesh to his gaze, long hair falling to land over heaving breasts, dark nipples boldly peeking out through the copper-hued waves, smiling at him teasingly as arms raise to slide slowly beneath silken tresses and gently ... slowly, lifts it to expose creamy breasts inch by delicious inch for his view, feeling the moisture of honeyed passion pooling between shifting thighs
