“Do you trust me?” he questions.
“Completely,” she sighs. 
As he ties the ropes tighter 
Her body complies.

“You want it?” he coaxes.
“No, Sir,“ she denies.
“You need it,” he tells her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies.

“Do you feel that?“ he asks her.
“Harder!” she cries.
As he claims what she offers 
And drips down her thighs.

“My good girl,” he whispers.
“My, Sir,” she replies.
He opened her soul up
And she closed her eyes.