That Tone

That Tone

My submission fails as my fingers and bravado,
wrap velvet over your permission and those patiently offered wrists.

Switching it on, switching it up,a certain tone noted in my voice as I tie the knot.
Not knowing exactly what I am getting into.

Your face almost solemn as I approach the bed,eyes watching as I
fill my mouth with that hot water.

Then, for once, I was the one who made you gasp,
evoked that hip tilt, watched your eyes close.

Swallowing wetness as I watched you, your head fell back, and up came the power. Power flowing as I stop. Starting up and, stop,easing down, and stop.

Warm,wet,willing ceasing, ceasing all but the verbal caress, the tone in my voice shocking me as I taunt you. Now and now slower than before, the traces of peppermint oil almost too hot, then almost too cold as my breath and lips and tongue work so hard to make it just right.

My self control failing as I tell you exactly where my lips will, then what my tongue might,all those words tumbling out to quickly. Feeling those now unrestrained hands in my hair, my own soft sounds beginning to rock me.

Then that tone,the words almost an accusation, almost an exclamation, almost an exaltation..."Are you cumming again,girl?"

Oddly my own surrender grows sweeter as the borrowed sense of control is lifted into my hair curled around your fingers. And again there is a gasp, eyes close, hips tilt.

Then that tone that reminds me exactly what I want, where I want, and this time the question comes again along with me,and that tone in your voice.