I love how you hurt me.
Hear you count
the strokes
in my mind
soft, precise, unfaltering.

I love how you tease me,
so easily
winding me to a frenzy
til I scream and shout
bad words, disgruntled noises, your name.

I love how you control me.
Your hand in my hair,
your grip on my throat
the way you command me
to get on my knees, to please, to suck your dick.

But what I really love the most
is the way you firmly grip my hand
when the pain is more than I can stand.
How you check I’m sated, that I’m having fun.
Your tender touch, your loving stare, the words you whisper in my ear.

I’m your pain slut and play thing
because you care.