“What do you mean by not exactly?” I keep my voice soft and calm. She swallows and looks up at the ceiling. She’s fighting her emotions as her chest is shakes slightly.
“He hired someone else to do it to me.”
I pause in my ministrations as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “He hired someone?” I ask slowly. She blinks rapidly.What the hell does she mean he hired someone?I want to make her go faster, but remind myself she’s having a hard time.
“Yes.” Her voice cracks and she turns her head to the side. Emotion rolls through my chest like an earthquake. I skip over her breasts, moving off her so I’m kneeling to the side of her, then begin massaging her arms. She’s tensed up again because of my questioning.
I massage her shoulders and move to her biceps, watching her face closely. She keeps her eyes squeezed close. “What’s your color, treasure?”
Olivia doesn’t answer right away and I know she wants to say yellow or red. She can, but this is a test. I’m making her uncomfortable by asking her these questions and pushing her emotionally. She’s fighting back tears and eventually I’ll ask the right one that will push her over.
“Green,” she finally answers.
I gaze down at her as pride swells in my heart. Leaning down, I brush my lips over her forehead. “I’m so proud of you, treasure.” I continue to trail my lips down to her cheeks. “You are doing so well.” When I capture her mouth with mine, she responds immediately. I slide my hand between her breasts up to her throat and hold her loosely as I fuck her mouth slowly with mine.
She strains against the ropes at her wrists and grunts. I pull back slightly and give her a wicked grin. Her eyes are lit up with desire, only a sliver of the beautiful blue showing. “This is the fun part of being tied up,” I tell her. I lean down and capture oneof her nipples in my mouth. She gasps and yanks on the ropes again.
I look up at her as I swirl my tongue around her areola. She’s staring down at me with such longing I might come before I’m even inside her. Moving my hand from around her throat, I slide it down her body. Her eyes flare with the hope of where my hand might be going.
“What do you want, Olivia?” I ask her as I move to her other breast.
She folds her lips between her teeth, still having a hard time telling me what she wants or needs. Inhaling a shuddering breath, she looks up at the ceiling. I bite down on her nipple just enough to get her attention. She squeaks and returns her attention back to me.
“You know the rules, treasure. You have to use your words.” I stop right above her clit and stay still.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispers. I hum in approval and move my hand lower so my finger presses on her clit. When I don’t do anything else, she scowls at me. “Sir!” she cries out. Her lips tremble and her eyes become glossy.
“I’m touching you. I need you to tell me how you want me to touch you.”
“That’s not what you said. You said to tell you what I wanted. So, I did.” She swallows.
“What’s your color?”
“Yellow,” she says immediately, and I sit up.
“What do you need? Do I need to untie you?”
“Yes, please.”
Her voice is so small I know she’s on the verge of an emotional break. I untie her arms, massaging them briefly before moving down to her feet and untying them. After massaging them, I lift her into my arms and situate myself on the bed so I’m cradlingher. She rests her head on my pec and wraps her arms around my back, clutching me tightly.
“Was it being tied up?” I ask her.
“No,” she whispers, surprising me.
When she doesn’t expand, I continue my questioning. “Was it my questions?”
“Kind of. I know I need to talk to you about it, but no,” she says.
I think through everything, trying to figure it out. “I need you to tell me what it was so I don’t do it again,” I tell her.
She inhales slowly. “This was our first scene tonight, and you were asking a lot of me. You tied me up, then you were asking me questions about my scars, then you wanted me to use my words. That’s what pushed me over the edge. I didn’t want to have to use my words. I had a rough day today, and I wanted you to make me feel good, but it was like you were making me beg for it.” She chokes on the last word.
“Oh, treasure.” Wrapping her tighter in my arms, I kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see it from that perspective.” Putting my fingers under her chin, I lift her face until she looks at me. “You did the right thing. I was pushing you too far. I’m so proud of you for saying yellow. Thank you for telling me why. You did so well.”
Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. “You’re proud of me?”
“Of course I am. It takes courage to admit when you need a break. Having a Dominant/submissive relationship takes trust, understanding, and communication. I need to trust you’re going to tell me when you’re reaching your limit and you need to trust that I’m going to listen when you tell me.”
