That subtle crease forms between her eyebrows, so I explain, “For people who are new to the lifestyle, I recommend the stoplight system. If for no other reason than the fact that it is easy to remember. Green means go, yellow means slow, and red means stop.”
Sutton nods. “Stoplight system.”
I nod in acknowledgement. “Have you always been able to come without physical stimulation or penetration?”
Sutton’s shoulders rock back from the surprise of the question, but I wanted to catch her off guard, take her out of her head. She’s been too compliant for the last thirty minutes or so, and it’s obvious she’s lust-drunk from going over all the dirty things I’m going to do to her. Time to get her focused again.
Her swallow is audible in the silence of my room.
“That’s… no, I’ve never been able to do that before.”
“Interesting. But even when not hands-free, you find it easy to climax?”
She rolls her lips together, a flush appearing on her cheeks. “This is, um, intimate.”
I raise an eyebrow, though she can’t see the movement beneath the mask.
When I don’t say anything, she sighs. “No, it’s never been easy to climax. Unless I’m alone.”
Hm. Interesting. I run my tongue over my teeth, remembering something from earlier.
“Do you recall the instructions I gave you when we were in that bathroom together last weekend?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods. “Yes.”
“Sir.”
Sutton frowns, but then quickly understands. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Dominus works as well.” I grip her chin in my hands and pull her up to eye level. She’s almost teetering on her knees now. “Did you disobey your Dominant?”
She sucks in a breath but I tighten my fingers on her jaw.
“Yes, Dominus.”
“Say it.”
“Yes, Dominus,” she says, then her shoulders shake as a full-body tremor tears through her. It’s a little bit of fear and a lot of lustful anticipation. “I disobeyed you.”
“Hm.” I release her and flick my hand upward. “On your feet.”
She stands quickly and I look up at her, smirking when her gaze falls to the rock-hard erection tenting my slacks.
“Did you disobey me on purpose?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Because you wanted a punishment only I could give you?”
She shivers again, pressing her thighs together. “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you know what they call submissives who deliberately disobey their Dominants in my world?”
She shakes her head, eyes following me as I rise to my full height, towering over her. “N-no, Sir.”
“Brats.” I reach up to the bun in her hair and feel around for the pins holding it in place. Her eyes roll back and I make a mental note to explore this little hair fetish she has at another time. “Are you a brat, Sutton?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
