"Today we're going to practice something new," Vaughn says once I'm back in position—standing in the center of the room in the lingerie, the camera recording, the mirror showing me from every angle.
"What?" I ask, wary of what "new" might mean.
"Asking permission. Begging for what you want. Using explicit language without hesitating."
"I don't want anything."
"Liar. Your body always wants it now. You just won't admit it yet. Won't give yourself permission to acknowledge the desire."
He's right.
Again.
Always right about my body even when I wish he wasn't.
My body does want.
It craves.
Needs in ways I'm only beginning to understand.
Especially after this morning.
After kneeling for him.
After the praise and the way he looked at me like I was precious.
My body has learned to obey him before my mind can even process the command.
Trained to associate submission with pleasure, obedience with orgasm, his approval with dopamine hits that feel better than anything I've ever experienced.
"I'm going to touch you," he says, moving behind me so I can see both of us in the mirror—him fully clothed and in control, me in lingerie and completely vulnerable. "And you're going to ask me for permission to come. You're going to beg me for it. Use explicit words. Tell me exactly what you need. No euphemisms. No vague requests. Specific, detailed begging. Understand?"
"I can't?—"
"Yes, you can. You'll practice until you can do it without even thinking about it. Until the words come naturally, automatically. Until begging is as easy as breathing."
He slides his hands up my sides slowly, deliberately. Cups my breasts through the lace bra with possessive certainty.
I gasp despite myself, my body responding before my brain catches up.
"Feel good?" he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot on my skin.
"Yes," I breathe.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, it feels good."
"Good. Now watch yourself in the mirror. Watch how your body responds to my touch. See what I see."
I watch.
See my chest rising and falling faster.
See my nipples hardening through the lace.
See the flush spreading down my neck.
