Willingly, she obeyed, she always did. Never knowing what was required of her but past experiences had long broken any resistance that lingered from her past. He knew every inch of her and more importantly, her imagination. It was like her thoughts were a book that he'd read a thousand times, surprising stories he knew about her past, present, every life she had ever lived. He could in a second, recite them with his touches, oh my god, the deep hypnotic tone of his voice at just the right moment had a mesmerising effect that she was powerless to ignore. Like the pages slowly turning when her father read bedtime stories before sleeping. This was the effect he had over her. She felt safe, excited, loved.... And most of all comforted in a way that made her vulnerable to his whim.

Her work discarded, the laptop opened for its light source only, she lay flat and naked. Exposed physically, mentally and willingly. Seeing his expression gazing down upon her body, the way his eyes honoured her beauty, the way he surveyed her, like he was giving thanks, made her thighs tingle and her stomach tighten.

"Oh my god, a silk scarf?... Where did he find that?.... That's not mine... Where did he....."

"I bought you a gift little one, do you like it?"

His interruption timely, even though these were just thoughts, not a sound uttered. "Fuck he can read my mind. I, oh my god, I, ooohhh fffuuu..." The words wouldn't come, the scarf slid slowly over her body had reduced her to silent thoughts, speech was impossible to articulate.

So light but so powerful, making her nipples vibrate under the extension of this man's will to please his woman. Her breath escaped through flared nostrils until lips burst open in uncontrollable sighs. "Mmm fuuu....." Her stomach ached for him, the scarf gliding between her legs, he knew her, God, he knew her....It took an eternity for the slow drag of silk on her pussy to train upward.

Upward externally and mentally, also upward internally. How could such a simple cloth feel like the hardness she now yearned for with such amplitude. Again and again over her body. Ohhhh! Over her face veiling her in silk, lust and the scent of her own body. Tingling lips shivered at the touch, her mouth opening to take a breath, the first breathe in ages, it seemed....."Fuuuuuuu, now he kisses me?"

"Who is this guy? My scent, the silk and now his lips wetting my new gift this way."

His strong hands on her face as they kissed her like this. Strong, assertive and compassionate all at once. The first touch of him sent her head spinning out of control... "God, please fuck me..." This time the words escaped and the sound of them surprised her. "Please fuck me".... Again her needs urged her mutterings into reality repeatedly..."I can't take anymore....please oh please take me".

His silken kiss lingered endlessly, veiled like she was forbidden but taken against the rule of Gods. The kiss a back drop to his firm silk wrapped grip of her breasts......"Fuck, I so love the feeling of soft material on my skin but like this, being used in this way is something I could never have imagined".

With casual awareness his thumbs flicked her nipples, twisting them until her whimpers filled his mouth. The way he grasped at her stomach like he knew where the source of her ache emanated from. Radiating outward, upward, in every direction, growing exponentially with every longing manly touch. Like white hot light that he had control over.

And then....."Oh fuck me, baby, yes, the scarf used to open me like this... Fuck, his fingers in me, the scarf inside me. He's pushing it all in.... Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Silk cascades from wet kiss and again slither over her body as he carefully, gently filled her with it. A silk fuck, filling her full, soaking the material with her gushing pleasure.

She gripped his chest, clawing for composure, he moaned at her first touches. His fingers pushed the scarf deeper and deeper inside her aching slit until all that remained was a tail. His tongue searched hers and finds that her longing has reached a precipice. Two fingers deep inside her silk filled pussy.

"Oh shhiiiitttt, he's so dirty, so sensual."

He pulled the scarf, now dripping wet, heavier, soaked in her lust, so slowly. Tortuously over her swollen clit. Like a snake slithering purposefully. A serpent reaching into the darkest recesses of her mind.

"Surely this is forbidden, surely this is....Aaaaaarrrrr, I can't, I can't..... I want that serpent deep, forbidden or not, I want it, I need it. I'm going to.....oh gaawwwd". 

The rush is unstoppable, she claws deeper in his flesh and he moans at this, her eyes wide open but seeing nothing. The serpent still owns her clit and she hisses as if to communicate with the vision. The only vision her blindness can see are colours, a kaleidoscope of light and the humming sound rendering her deaf. The pleasure drags on and on at his pace not hers. Her thighs shivering and body soaked in silken juices....

"I'm cumming oh baby yessssssss, I'm cummmmmiiinnngggg".

"Yessssss cum my love, cum for me, I need your cum to sanctify your gift".