I hold my breath, waiting for Dominus to take me however he wants, yearning for him to make good on his word and show me what free use could be like.
My breasts are heavy, and as he moves closer, they brush against his chest and my body shakes with a wave of arousal.
“Dominus,” I whine.
His hand flexes around my wrists.
“Color, sweet girl.”
“Green.”
He hums and the sound creeps down between my legs to stoke that fire.
My nipples ache with how tight they are.
What would it feel like to have his hands on them, kneading, squeezing, twisting my nipples.
I open my mouth, a plea at the tip of my tongue…
Dominus chuckles and I realize I’m leaning toward him, my whole body swaying forward. He releases my arms, allowing my hands to flop back down to my sides, and I nearly stumble from the loss of his support.
And then I wait.
And he does nothing.
I strain to hear any sounds that would prepare me for what comes next, but nothing happens.
My pulse pounds a steady, urgent rhythm against my ribs. My blood is a thunderous rush in my ears.
Sweat trickles down my neck from my hairline.
Is it getting hotter in here or am I about to have a panic attack again?
Is this a new thing I can expect in my late thirties? Panic attacks when I get worked up?
Good grief, no thank you.
Smack!
The abrupt sound of something connecting with my flesh shocks me almost as much as the sudden bite against the meatiest part of my left calf. Pain registers a beat later, blooming out from the point of connection. “Wha-what—”
Anothersmack!This time, my right calf.
I press my lips together, careful not to vocalize the burning question on my tongue.
What the hell was that?
“Color.”
“Green, Sir?’
“Color,” he demands, more firmly this time.
I pull in a deep breath from my nose, assessing the way I feel. My pulse speeds and my breathing is quick, shallow, but not teetering into panic attack yet. I’m more excited than anything, adrenaline coursing through my veins like currents through a livewire.
I’m… exhilarated.
My calves sting, but not like the burn of an open wound, and the pain is surface level, not deep enough to indicate any actual damage.
