Erotic short: What’s in a whisper…


“Be silent,” he whispers. The low throaty rumble of his voice instills instant compliance. Not that I’m unaware of his hand capturing my throat. With simple pressure he controls my life’s breath. A simple squeeze and I would succumb to his greater strength.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last time, we have come to this. I have always belonged to him. He knows this, but it has never stopped him before. I could kneel a thousand times and each and every night it would be the same.

I wait, trembling, sometimes for a moment, oftentimes much longer. My heart beating wildly at the beginning until it settles into a low steady rhythm. A calm then takes me until the squeak of the wood boards behind announces his presence. A low intake of breath signifies his desperate arousal moments before he lowers himself behind me.

Then his hand wraps around my neck, tilts my head to the side, and he whispers into my ear. “Be silent. Tonight, you are mine.”

About Ellie Masters

Just enjoying and exploring a passion for writing science fiction, fantasy, and romance...
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