Truth be told, I despise the cold, the chill to the bone that makes me feel old
Frozen in place hands over my face, I see the scene now set in place
Polaroids spread on the table, the rope slung high in the stable
Under the pictures a silver disk, on it written she really wanted this
The camera still on the pod as I put it in, a flicker then the show begins
Arms tied and held over her head, unkept hair draped down the head
Bedraggled locks falling over her face, pictures frozen in time locked in place
The expression torn from time, that look of anticipation or sublime
Red flesh from heavy hands show clear, his game of pleasure and fear
She was just his toy along for the ride, his canvas to display with pride
Another picture showing the thick hand, she is no match for this powerful man
Her lithe body a plaything for his desire, that look in her eyes is a burning fire
Pulled close to his face she can feel his hot breath, a kiss that is taken at his behest
She could only struggle and fight in place, he had control in this dank place
The smell of hay in the old stall she was held in, his paradise to enjoy again
A nook that opened with a flip on the latch, implements hung for use inside that
A shiver had to have run along her spine, his fingers touching her so divine
The bench perfectly set in place, bent over and fastened in the space
Shuffling around the photos seeing what was done, seeing as she came undone
The flogger licking her flesh that glowed bright, such a sweet beautiful sight
I can imagine the sounds of her gasps echoing, his work undisturbed harrowing
On her toes as her body strains and writhes, the waves of pleasure crashes and subsides
His fingers rough now explore her wetness, her face flush, her thoughts anyone guess
A thrust as she shrieks at the sudden invasion, cold floods her from his creation
Glass toy left in a bucket of cold water, to cool the heat which he brought her
Parched lips now wetted from his finger, the taste of her wetness now lingers
The straw offered tastes of sweet juice as she sips, the cold fades inside her lips
A minute for her to recoup her composure, now again his hands take over
His hands grip hard into the tender flesh, rubbing and kneading her tender ass
No warning as the implement is quickly pulled out, hollow inside as she thrashes about
She whimpers and begs for him to take her, his hand strikes hard as he spanks her
Howls and shrieks as she was unprepared, everything his plan carefully prepared
The tempo staccato as his hand works feverishly, her ache now a burning need
Begging and pleading her voice now his song as the rhythm goes along
One hand working over her bright red flesh, the over exploring her slippery wetness
Over the edge in a crashing cascade she explodes, pent up need suddenly unloads
Milking every moment of ecstasy as she shakes, his mind inventory now takes
The rope appears and is lashed around a breast, she gasps, he works fast
Then another, her breast bound as he smiles, he had a plan all the while
A clothes pin snaps and she shudders as words like smacks he utters
Each clip fastened she arches off the bench more, now untied with feet on the floor
Again, her hands are bound over her head, he stands back as she watches in dread
Flicking and playing with the rowel on the wheel, she ached to know how it would feel
First a special touch for his evil plan, a bar to keep her feet apart as she would stand
Exposed to him, she was totally at his mercy, her cries brought him such glee
Each breast now felt the bite of the wheel, no words for what she should feel
Now she was lost in a world so surreal, she was his toy the images revealed
A blindfold next he used to cover her eyes, now everything would be a surprise
Unable to look away as he took her like a savage man, I knew this was part of his plan
Her anticipation as his moved his things around, gaging her reaction to each sound
The sound of the blade sent a chill over her skin, his hot breath as he said shall we begin
That moan as his hand slid along her chest, his hand on her throat she leaned back to rest
Teasing her body, sliding it over her skin, the cold steel on hot flesh a gasp I took in
Sliding between her thighs as his lips caressed down her spin, he growled and said you are mine
I jumped as I saw him raise quickly, she wailed as he plunged the handle to fill her need
He invaded her with the rough handle holding the blade, that look of pleasure on display
On her toes she was primal and screaming, I could not stop watching what was streaming
Pulling the handle out he tossed it to the floor, in a single thrust she was begging for more
Savage animal lust as he painted her skin, his red prints on her breast as she was full of him
His hand on her throat as he grunted and thrust, both lost in primal lust
The crimson running down over she soft flesh, my eyes fixated on what came next
A beastly roar as he unleashed his pent-up need, she shook as he used her in his greed
Holding tight for a minute he finally relaxed, then took her down and laid her on the sack
Cuddling her his hand running through her hair, it was just the two of them without a care
As the flicker turned to static there was a shock, need took over as I shook
A shower nearby I needed to take a moment to cool down, before I headed back to town
Turning the water on it was cold as ice, I took a deep breath and washed off my vice
Truth be told I hate the cold, but the film I had just watch made me feel nothing but bold.
Come see who else is being wicked

I really enjoyed this. As I read along, I thought it was a sexy and hard scene the two of them engaged in, only to get to the twist at the end and realize what it was about. Great!
~ Marie xox
Ah but is it what you think it is? I enjoyed that last moment flash to leave it open to the imagination of my reader
This was a fascinating, wicked, wild ride through some dark fantasies. The voyeuristic nature of it was brilliantly done, and made it teter all the more on the edge of horror.
I’ve just read a thriller Stillhouse Lake which the scene depicted resonates with (although in that the female is not willing or getting any pleasure) hence for me this struck a particularly dark note. I like how you left things open.
I am glad you enjoyed, the dark tone and open ending to let your mind wander and draw your own conclusions is what I really enjoy doing.
I’ll have to check out that read you just finished, sounds like it would be wickedly exciting
Funny, but I find the cold makes me feel more alive and increases the anticipation of what it will be like to feel warm again…but I enjoyed this as a fresh perspective.
I understand, you might melt in the temperature I consider comfortable. To each his own there. I am glad you enjoyed, thanks for stopping by
What a roller coaster and great style to set it to.
May x
So glad you.liked it. I enjoyed writing this one a lot. I wanted to let my reader’s use their imagination