She has no idea how fucking happy she has already made me without doing a single thing.
“Don’t worry about what you should or shouldn’t do. Tonight will be about exploring each other. The first step toward becoming familiar with one another.”
My hand moves beneath her gown, and I slowly slide it up her thigh. “Your skin is so soft. So smooth.”
She lowers her face and I lift my chin, leaner closer until our mouths are so close that we’re sharing the same breath. Her lips part, and her breathing becomes heavier. I can smell the mint on her breath. And I want to taste it.
I press my mouth to hers. Lips on lips until my tongue moves into her mouth. The two move together with desperation, and electric tingles shoot straight to my cock, giving life to it.
I stop kissing her, but our lips are still so close that they’re touching. “I don’t kiss submissives.”
I press my mouth to hers and do exactly what I just told her that I don’t do.
She pulls back. “I’m sorry?”
“Kissing… I don’t do it.”
“You’re saying that you don’t kiss submissives, but you’re kissing me now. And you’re the one who initiated it.”
I can see where I might be confusing her. “I’m making an exception for you tonight. To make your transition easier but don’t expect it again after tonight.”
Her head tilts slightly and her brow wrinkles. “But…”
“But what?”
“Cl…” She stops, and it takes a moment for her to find her words. “I like kissing. It puts me in the mood.”
“Our relationship isn’t about what you like or need or what puts you in the mood. It’s always going to be about my wants and desires. But I feel generous tonight, and I’m going to allow you to come.”
In fact, I want her to come hard. And maybe more than once.
“Allowme to come?”
“Yes. I’m very good at making a woman come when I want to be.”
My hand continues up her thigh until I feel the thin elastic band of her thong on her hips. I dip my fingers into the band and follow it around the bend of her leg and down between her thighs.
She leans closer, presses her forehead against mine, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. No submissive has ever touched me in this manner. They wouldn’t dare to do so.
Emma Lia moans against my mouth, and her body trembles when I lightly graze my fingers back and forth over the soaked silk covering her pussy lips. I like touching her this way. Teasing her. Seeing what kind of reaction I can elicit. It’s like an erotic game of cause and effect.
I pull the fabric of her thong aside and glide my finger through her center, immediately feeling her slick pussy juices. “Already so fucking wet.”
I kiss her mouth and finger her pussy’s center, making her pant and softly moan before moving my thumb to her clit. Rubbing it in a circular motion. Rubbing it side to side. Rubbing it soft but slow and then hard and fast. The whimper from her mouth is faint. Soft. Delicate. I don’t think that my touch has ever prompted a sound so gentle from a woman.
The proof of her arousal is slick on my fingertips, but she hasn’t seen anything yet. I can’t wait to show her what I’m capable of doing to her body.
My pleading dick is squeezed harder by my boxer briefs and sleep pants. The fucker throbs and aches and begs for release, to be inside Emma Lia’s pussy, fucking her into oblivion.
Being a Dom is about satisfying my needs. I’ve always had a traditional submissive who was willing to do whatever it took to ensure my satisfaction without regard for her own. But Emma Lia is different. And the more that she responds to my touch, the more I find myself wanting to please her.
This. Us. Everything that we’re doing—thatI’mdoing—right now is pivotal in this Dom-sub relationship. I need her to enjoy our fucking and be eager to do it again yet understand that I’m the one in control.
I stand and grip her hips, guiding her body to turn so that she’s facing the bed. I drag her thong down her legs and then dig my fingers into her ass cheeks. I gently shake my hands, making both cheeks jiggle. “You have a perfect ass.”
I gather the bottom of her gown and pull it up and over her head, leaving her completely naked. And vulnerable. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Ass up.”
My tongue is eager for a taste of the sweet cunt between her legs.
