You own me like whispers in poetry

He held her down beneath him, locking his back knees against her side so she couldn't escape. With his front paws, he picked up the blindfold he had tossed on her - seeing that she wasn't going to be compliant with his wishes - that was okay, he could do it himself. She wiggled against him, trying to break free. The wriggling and writhing sent her rubbing against him in all the right ways, and he almost lost his patience before he was done. When he finally had the blindfold pulled tight over her eyes he was panting, and not from the exertion. 


He released his hold on her, letting her lie there in the dirt for a moment as he moved on silent paws. He stepped quietly around her, giving her a moment so she wouldn't know what to expect. Then he grabbed her hindlegs, and dragged her back where they had come, into the out of the way secluded pit he had used for her test.


He let her go there again and stepped back again. Holding his breath so she wouldn't know where he was, or what to expect. He exhaled when he reached down and kissed her belly, and pulled away again, holding his breath. He kissed her this way again, and again. Out of sight, so she wouldn't know where to expect it. He kissed between her legs, lingering a moment there before pulling away again. He gave a soft, husky laugh. “Not going to try to run away, little victim?”