She took a steadying breath.He was right there, looking directly at her.At one time she’d thought his eyes were cold.Now the gray seemed molten.She drew strength from him as well as reassurance.
He stroked a finger across her cheekbone.“What do you say if you’re lost, need to connect, need a break?”he repeated.
“Yellow.”
“And if you need to stop immediately?”
“Red.”
“And where are you now?”
“I’m fine.”Her voice sounded surprisingly strong.“A little apprehensive, honestly.I know it will hurt.But I’m willing to try.”
“Have I asked you to do anything that’s caused you more pain than pleasure?”
Even the single tail had been enjoyable.The sting had faded quickly.“No, Sir.”
“Are you ready to continue?”
In that moment, she realized that he’d read her slight nervousness and had responded to it.He’d let her know what he was doing and made sure she was okay.“Yes.”She nodded.“Yes, Sir.I am.”
“Let’s go back to where we were.I want you to give yourself over.Keep your body as relaxed as you can.Great posture, please, so that you’re thrusting your breasts out.And tip your head back.”
Chastened, she returned to the correct, open stance, and he started to torment her pussy.She was beginning to really understand his version of Dominance and how he ensured her compliance.
His touches, squeezes, pulls and the strokes against her swollen clit all were starting to drive her mad.She could do nothing but endure.And, she admitted, enjoy.
Lara concentrated on her breathing and she closed her eyes.That seemed to help her stay focused.
He palmed her breasts again, teasing.He tugged on each nipple in turn, and he pulled them high.Little pulses of exquisite torture ran through her.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”And she did.She’d never known how much.
“Most times, if we’re having a scene, I’ll keep you tied.Right now, I want you to work on keeping your arms where I told you.Consider that you’re tied, by my will.More of a challenge, and you may have to fight your own reactions.But if you really can’t endure this, you can move.”
She felt him slide a dampened finger between her pussy folds and she rocked her hips forward a bit.
“That’s it.”In response, he moved his hand.
Lara groaned.
Her body began to shake as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm and kept her there.
“I enjoy playing with you, little Lara, learning about your responses.”
“This is incredible for me, Sir,” she admitted.Part of her wanted to hold onto him, look at him, but another part felt free to just savor, not worrying about what he thought or what his facial expressions meant.This was what she had been hoping for when she’d played with a blindfold, the ability to simply experience rather than anticipate what was next.
“Are you on the edge?”
“Right there,” she admitted.
“What would it take?A little more pressure on a nipple?”
She couldn’t give voice to the truth.That just a little more pain would tip her over the edge.
“Maybe my thumbnail across your clit?”
