The fire crackles in the hearth, the flames are gone but the heat is strong, powerful. It broods away in the centre of the room a living creature that glows with life. I am mesmerized by it my thoughts lost in its fiery heat. The once dark coals now ripple with warmth casting their light across my skin and their hotness into my bones, drawing me closer to them as I seek all they have to give me.
Beside the fireplace lays an iron rod, cold and abandoned now that the fire sustains itself but earlier as you bought the fire to life it glowed red and angry. You smiled at me, watching my eyes as they followed the rod and wondered; What would it feel like? Could I bear it? Do I want it? Do I need it? Would you have to tie me down? Would I scream? Would you fuck me afterwards?
I glance up at you….
“Would you actually do it?”
You smile at me, kneeling down next to me on the rug in front of the fireplace you run your hand down my back until you reach the rise of by butt and then you whisper into my ear
“Image it my love, a beautiful M branded on you, just here”
Your fingers dance across my flesh, tracing the shape onto my skin and I shiver and imagine.
A mark to last forever, scorched into my flesh, by you.
Dark thoughts that haunt my mind, playing tricks with my desires until I no longer know what the answer is. Once upon it was a no, but now….. Would you, could you, should you, do I?
The fire burns, shimmering in the corner of room, a pool of heat and light to indulge my darkness in
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