You own me like whispers in poetry

Ignita squealed as he caught her and reached for the tufts of grass as he rolled them both together. He growled lustfully sending shivers down her to her belly. She pushed and struggled against him, trying to gleefully escape and she laughed as he placed the blindfold on tightly. She made it hard for him to put it back on this time and struggled against him but as he pinned her down she relented with a giggle.

Blindfolded again she blew air out of her mouth where she thought his face still was, her heart raced wondering what game he was intent on playing now. Her senses were on high alert as the world became black once again.

"Speech"