Quality Over Quantity

Come here
He said
Placing my tea cup
On the table and
Taking me by the hand
To my room
I want you on the bed
For a little while

The sudden switch
In his demeanor
The look on his face
Immediately had me on alert
Holding my breath
Terrified and excited

I followed him to my room
It wasn’t as if I had a choice
Before I could sit
On my bed
His hand was in my hair
At the nape of my neck
Turning me
Guiding me
To lay face down
Bent at the waist
My ass up
At the edge

And even though
I expected them
The first few swats
Caught me by surprise

Too soon
His hand left my hair
Reached around to my neck
He raised me off the bed
By my throat
He used his other hand
To pinch my nipples
Hard

Then he lowered me back down
His hand back in my hair
The other roaming my body
As he began to grind
His hard cock against me

I want to fuck you
He growled
Against my ear
Then sunk his teeth
Into my neck
In frustration

We didn’t have time
We weren’t alone
These were stolen moments
Already almost too many

He reached between my legs
From behind
Caught my clit
Between his thumb and finger
And pinched it
And held it

It was
The most beautiful
Pain

When he let go and
Helped me up
I was breathing too fast
Eyes glazed
Mouth slack
Legs shaking

He smiled
Not the reaction
I expected
He said
I’ll be adding that
To my list

And I laughed
And hugged him
And he held my face
And kissed me
So gently

And he left me
To go back
To her

People ask me
Why I settle
For stolen moments

It’s simple really

Because I want to
Because I can
Because it makes me feel
So fucking good

I’d rather feel
That good
That understood
That loved
Whenever I can
Steal a moment
Than never feel it
At all