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For the Love of Domination
Chapter 27
A Lesson in Learning...
BPOV
My entire body felt so relaxed, almost as if I were a very, loose, squishy bowl of Jell-O.
God, I loved my boyfriend!
Thinking of Edward had a huge grin playing on my lips, and a warm blush covering my skin. He had more than made up for any misunderstandings between us last night and this morning.
The man had stamina like nobody's fucking business!
Cue the tingling between my legs and the fluttering in my stomach.
Last night, after Edward fucked me until I screamed his name in ecstasy, I sat in his lap nuzzling his cheek and twirling the fine hairs at the nape of his neck while he refueled his body with the food I'd prepared for him. I had never felt so loved and cherished, as I did afterwards when Edward gathered me in his arms and carried me bridal style from the kitchen to our bedroom.
By the time we fell into our bed, all sense of urgency had left us both, and our lovemaking was all about rekindling and reconnecting. Our relationship was still a work in progress, but we were getting there. And, with a little bit more effort, we'd find what worked for us and go from there.
We were determined to find a balance.
"Earth to Bella…" Alice sang in a whimsical voice. "What's got that smile and faraway look in your eyes? Spill it, Chica." I was having lunch with Rosalie and Alice after our much needed trip to the day spa, courtesy of my loving boyfriend and sexy Dom.
"Yeah, how are things going with you and Edward?" Rose asked before putting a forkful of salad in her mouth.
Rosalie and Alice had been my sounding boards across the week, so it was natural for them to be concerned about any progress, or lack thereof, that we had made.
"Do you really have to ask, Rose?" Alice turned and gave me and all-knowing smirk. "That smile and healthy pink glow she's sporting has make-up sex written all over it. Not that I want to hear the gory details of my big brother's sex life or anything," she added, plugging her ears with her fingers and humming.
Alice may not have wanted all the details, but Rose was a totally different story. Stabbing a leaf of lettuce from her Cobb salad, her cornflower blue eyes twinkled with mischief as she impatiently waited for me to elaborate. "Okay, B, spill it," sitting forward in her seat, "you know the pixie's not going to sit there quiet for long."
A deep red blush warmed my cheeks and I tucked my head to my chest in embarrassment. "Rosalie," I whined, warring with myself. Although I'd never admit it outright, I liked having sisters to share all my deepest darkest secrets with.
"Don't you Rosalie me, little missy," she hissed back, raising an eyebrow. "I've had you in my playroom; I know exactly just how naughty you can be."
My eyes bulged out of the sockets and I nearly choked on the strawberry-lemonade I was drinking. "Oh my God, Rose," I squeaked, looking around at the nearby tables to see if anyone was listening in our conversation. "Keep your fucking voice down!" I hated the way her words made my thighs clench together even more.
Although there was never anything remotely sexual about my training with Rose, per se, the sensuality and the buildup of anticipation was enough to drive me fucking crazy. If I was into girls, I would totally be begging to get into her playroom, and she knew it too.
Bitch didn't play fair!
"Damn right I don't," she grinned wickedly, "never said I did. And don't bother asking, I can read you like a fucking book."
"Argghhh... smug fucker," I growled under my breath in mock frustration. That just made her smile harder; it was clear to both of us that she'd won. There was no use in prolonging things, especially since I was on the verge of exploding with the need to tell her anyway.
"Okay, okay..." I huffed petulantly. "Long story short, Edward came home from the hospital last night and caught me masturbating, but no matter how hard I tried... I couldn't get myself off." At my revelation, Rose got a wicked gleam in her eyes. Despite us not being in Dom/sub mode, it was no secret that a sub's orgasms belonged to her Dom/Domme.
Ignoring her all-knowing smirk, I continued with my little tale. "He then intervened and gave me one of the most explosive orgasms of my life!" I paused to take a sip of my drink; I was getting a bit overheated again.
"Unfortunately, he turned around and reprimanded me for orgasming without his permission. But instead of talking about it, he asked if we could just have some Edward and Bella time for the rest of the night. Then he asked me to fix him something to eat while he went and took a shower." At this point, I had to stop and take a breath, because I'd channeled my inner-Alice, saying all that on one long breath.
Seeing my look of confusion, Rose covered my hand with hers. "Sweetie, he did the right thing. As your Dom, Edward is not infallible, so when he sees that he's made a mistake, be it intentional or not, he has to take a step back and reassess that situation."
Giving my hand a reassuring squeeze, Rosalie's eyes softened. "Babe, there are going to be bumps in the road. Especially, since you and Edward are in a vanilla relationship as well as a D/s contract."
Now that she explained it that way, it made more since that he would want to spend time working on our vanilla relationship first. "Anyway," I sighed, "scared shitless of what was to come, I went into the kitchen and fixed him a light dinner."
"Out of nowhere, he comes up behind me and starts literally attacking me in the best way possible. I mean, I was only wearing his old Cullen baseball jersey and a pair of red lace cheeky boy shorts." I shrugged my shoulders, looking unapologetic.
"Hot damn, B, you're fucking lethal." Laughing, Rose reached over and gave me a quick high-five. "What happened next? Did your little plan work? Did he forget all about your bad behavior?" She winked, stressing the words bad and behavior.
"I don't know," I said nonchalantly, suddenly very interested in my food. Swallowing, I looked at Rose innocently, and said, "He fucked me six-ways to Sunday on the kitchen table, you tell me; did it work?"
"That's what I'm talking about, biotch…" Rose squealed, giving me another, less dainty, high-five.
Rosalie Hale squealed...
What. The. Fuck!
Sitting there in a semi state of shock, I'd all but forgotten about the impatient little pixie vibrating in the chair next to me. "Are you two done exchanging sex stories about my brothers yet?" Alice huffed indignantly at Rose and me. My best friend hated being left out, so I know that this was extremely hard for her to sit through. "I'm seriously getting fucking swimmer's ear over here."
"What the fuck?" Rose asked, looking at Alice as if she'd grown a second head. "Where the hell do you come up with this shit," Rose asked through her laughter.
"What? Alice shrugged. "It's the only thing I could come up with on such short notice." She said, and then went back to eating her club sandwich as if nothing ever happened.
God, I loved my fucking girls!
Soon we were heading our separate ways with promises to see each other later at the club.
~FtLoD~
Walking into the penthouse later that afternoon, I felt completely invigorated and refreshed. "I'm home!" My voice echoed throughout the spacious living room alerting my boys and girl of my arrival.
A wide grin split my face when I heard the pitter pattering of my babies running toward me at full speed. I giggled as they competed with one another to see who could give me the most kisses.
Marley and Mojo jumped and danced happily around me as I sat on the floor basking in their attention. My babies meant the world to me, and it warmed my heart to see how they'd wormed their way into Edward's heart as well.
Speaking of Edward, I wondered where he was.
It didn't take me long to find out.
Just as I was about to yell out for him, the fine hairs on the back my neck stood on end, followed by the electric charge that always filled the room whenever Edward was near.
Instantly, I was alerted to his presence; I could feel my Master's eyes boring into me. "Err umm..." he cleared his throat, snapping me to attention.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I panicked.
Oh fuck its two-oh-five!
Be it five seconds or five minutes, late was late where Master was concerned. And, as if it was second nature, I fluidly raised to my knees. Fully clothed and highly aroused, I dropped my gaze to the floor.
Mistake number two...
Isabella, girl, you'll be lucky if you can still sit tomorrow, my conscience chided.
Master said nothing as he circled his girl like a vulture circling his prey. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, Master addressed his girl with a stern voice. "Little one, what time did we agree upon for play to start today?"
Stoically, I remained in my waiting position.
Knowing that his question was rhetorical, I dared not speak. Master had not yet given his girl permission to answer, so I continued to stare at his feet that had finally come into my view.
The silence in the room had taken on a life of its own, even the puppies had moved quietly to their respective areas. The atmosphere crackled and popped with electricity heightening the mood.
My Master was commanding the room, and my pussy woke up and took notice.
"Good girl, Isabella," Master praised, running a hand slowly through my hair. I purred quietly, leaning into his touch. "You may answer me, pet.
Swallowing thickly, I gathered my thoughts before speaking. "Sir's girl was to be kneeling – naked – in her waiting position at two o'clock sharp, Sir."
"So tell me my naughty pet," Master said contemplatively. Taking a fist full of my hair, he tugged forcefully, bringing my eyes to his. "Why was my girl not ready for me when I entered the room? As a matter-of-fact," fingering the collar of my shirt, "she still is not ready for me."
"I'm sor..."
"Ah ah ahh..." Master clucked his tongue, "I do not want your excuses, pet." Glaring down at me, I shivered when Master placed his lips directly against the shell of my ear. "I demand your obedience! If you are incapable of that, please, feel free to let me know. You may answer, pussycat," Master said in a dangerously sweet voice.
"Your girl has no excuse, Master," I responded sadly, dropping my gaze. "This girl was rewarded by her loving boyfriend, and she failed to put her Master's needs before her own by allowing time to get away from her."
Feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt, I continued speaking. "This girl should have allotted the proper amount of time to prepare for her Master, and get into the right headspace. This girl deserves whatever punishment Master sees fit to dole out; it would be her honor and pleasure to be disciplined by her Master."
"Hmm..." Master hummed deep in his chest. "I'll keep that in mind when I get you in my playroom later tonight, naughty girl." Wrapping a handful of hair around his fist, Master tugged my head back again.
A deep, burning fire seared me to the core as my eyes met his. There was barely any green visible as lust and desire blackened his swirling irises. Bending at the waist, he claimed my mouth in an almost brutal kiss. The raw hunger and need could be felt in the way his tongue plundered my mouth.
I was his, and there was no fucking denying it!
Pulling back, Master's chest heaved from lack of oxygen. Casting my eyes downward once again, I awaited my next command. Deep down, I was praying that it would be to take care of the monster straining against the zipper of Master's pants.
Hungrily and without shame, I stared at his crotch through my long lashes.
Please Master… let me taste your salty sweet nectar, I begged internally.
I dare not voice that thought aloud.
Always able to read me like a book, Master cupped his bulging cock, and chuckled darkly. "I think I may have found my naughty little pet's Kryptonite." Stroking himself through his pants, Master hissed in pleasure. I had to fight with myself to hold my position, and not break under pressure. The sound of his zipper lowering behind me caused my breath to hitch, and my pulse to race.
Was he going to allow me to taste him?
Surely, I wouldn't get off that easy!
A loud snap close to my ear had me straightening my posture and putting my focus back on Master, where it belonged.
Fuck, I went inside my head again.
Snap the fuck out of it, Isabella! I internally chastised myself.
Master had stepped out of my line of sight, but I knew that his glorious cock was out. Not only could I smell his unique musky scent of arousal, but I could feel the heat of his exposed flesh burning my skin. As if reading my mind, Master rubbed the tip of his silky, yet firm flesh against my cheek, awakening the wanton whore buried deep within me. "Mmm..." Master hummed thoughtfully. "So close, yet so far away, my little pussycat."
My body remained stock still; the only indications that Master's touch was affecting me was the way I swallowed thickly and the heaving of my chest. If this was a test, which I know it was, I was going to pass with flying fucking colors.
Nevertheless, it was still pure torture!
He was right there!
Right fucking there!
Suddenly, I felt overdressed.
My clothes felt too tight, constricting.
All of a sudden, the room felt like it was being engulfed in flames, and I swear it felt like my body was being consumed from the inside out. I could feel sweat forming on my brow and at the nape of my neck. Never before had I wished to be naked more than I did right now. As a matter of fact, I cursed the day that they ever invented clothes.
I blame that bitch, Eve!
Master gently glided his cock from the apple of my cheek to the corner of my mouth and stopped.
What?
No!
Give it to me!
Don't tease me!
Pleaseeeeeee!
At this point, I wasn't above fucking begging for what I wanted, but I knew that would be the opposite of helpful right now. Master wanted to test my control, and I wanted nothing more than to please him.
One quick swipe of my tongue and I would be able to taste him, taste the delicious nectar dripping from Master's cock. Stopping right at the corner of my mouth, Master paused. "Does my little pussycat want a taste of Master's cock?" Again I remained quiet. "Good girl, open," he demanded.
He didn't have to tell me fucking twice.
Dropping my jaw, I moaned in delight when I felt the pressure of his thumb on my tongue.
Surely, this is just a preview of what was to come.
Right?
Wrong...
Taking his glistening thumb and tracing my bottom lip for a second time in less than five minutes, Master brought his lips to my ear. "I'm afraid that naughty pussycats don't get rewarded, pet." Stepping back, Master tucked the beast back inside his pants, sadly cutting off my view.
Once his pants were zipped and everything was back in order, Master returned his attention to me. "Your journal is on the patio, pet, along with your robe, and I suggest you strip for inspection before working on your assignment. You will find instructions inside and have exactly one hour to complete it, after which, I will come to retrieve you so that I can dress my girl for this evening. We have a stop to make before heading to the club tonight, but I'll explain more and give further instruction later."
Knowing that was all I was going to get for right now, I waited until Master was out of the room to remove my clothes and slip on my robe. It was a beautiful spring day, so I didn't bother with the belt, letting the sun warm my naked flesh. Living in the penthouse had its advantages, and also, the idea of some nasty old perv getting a peek at my goodies from one of the neighboring buildings turned me on and had my already wet pussy glistening even more.
Hey, don't judge me...
~FtLoD~
Communication:
1. What does it mean to you?
2. What are some of the advantages to having communication?
3. How does the lack of communication hinder growth in a relationship?
4. As a submissive, do you feel comfortable in coming to your Dom with your concerns and/or problems?
* Pussycat, you are to answer these questions honestly and to the best of your ability, and using your own words, I then want you to explain, in no less than two hundred and fifty words, how you will better communicate your needs to your Dom.*
Looking over at the little timer that Master had wordlessly deposited on the table a few minutes ago, I could see that my time was dwindling. Mojo and Marley slept peacefully at the foot of the chaise, oblivious to my internal turmoil.
Here I was a merit scholar, Who's Who recipient, and reputable attorney, and I was having trouble coming up with two hundred and fifty words to explain how I plan on communicating better with Master.
Hell, my entire job was based on communicating!
So, why aren't the words just flowing out of me?
Because you're thinking too hard, I told myself. You want to please your Master, but truthfully, answering his questions honestly and to the best of your ability would please him.
Gah... I hate when I'm right!
Done with the inner-monologue, I buckled down and got to work on my assignment.
Communication
What does it mean to you? To Master's girl, communication means having an open line of dialogue between two individuals or a group of people.
2. What are some of the advantages to having good communication? Master's girl believes that some very obvious advantages are: growth in a relationship – be it business or personal, the building up of trust, the ability to gain perspective, and it definitely helps in getting to know your partner better.
How does the lack of communication hinder growth in a relationship? Master's girl feels that the lack of communication can kill a relationship before it even has a chance to grow. Lines get blurred, assumptions are made, and feelings get hurt when there's a lack of communication.
As a submissive, do you feel comfortable in coming to your Dom with your concerns and/or problems? First, let Master's girl start by saying that being a novice in the lifestyle, your girl feels that she has failed her Master greatly. Master has made it clear from day one that his girl was to come to him with any and all of her concerns, be it face-to-face or through her journal, as long as she remained respectful. So, your girl's answer to this question is twofold, yes, absolutely without a doubt Master's girl feels comfortable going to her Master with any and all problems and/or concerns, however, your girl's actions this time have proven contradictory to what she believes, and, for that, your girl is truly embarrassed and filled with remorse.
Explain, in no less than two hundred and fifty words, how you will better communicate your needs to your Dom. Moving forward, Master's girl will do a better job at communicating her needs and/or concerns to Master. Although, Master owns his girl's submission, he has not taken away his girl's voice. Master has given his girl several outlets to communicate such as, her journal, designated free areas in the penthouse, and after-play discussions to voice any and all concerns.
Knowing that all of my orgasms belong to you, my Master, your girl failed you by not expressing to him that she was in need of a release. Through no fault of Master's or his girl's, our last play session was modified to accommodate your girl's monthly cycle. Not only that, but Sir's first priority is saving lives, and therefore, our Wednesday night play had to be cancelled due to a medical emergency.
Sir offered his girl an out, but she was greedy and refused, because she wanted whatever her Master saw fit to give her at the time. And instead of spending so much time sulking, your girl should have been journaling so that Master could have rectified the situation before it could get to this point.
From this moment forward, your girl will trust that her Master knows what's best for her. Your girl will utilize her discussion time with Master as well as her journal on a weekly basis, or any time your girl feels overwhelmed or needy. Your girl would once again like to apologize to her Master, and say that she is looking forward to whatever punishment Master has planned for her, in fact, she craves it. It is your girl's desire to please her Master, and communication is definitely a key element to doing so.
Your girl,
Isabella
Aka
Pussycat
Completely lost in my writing, I jumped when the timer beside me went off. Out of time, I placed my pen in my journal to mark the page and laid it back down on the table where Master had left it. Emptying my mind, I stepped back inside and removed my robe.
Master had given me no further instruction, so, when in doubt... kneel.
Just as I was centering myself, I felt him enter the room. My eyes were downcast so I could only see the tops of Master's feet. Without so much as a word, Master headed out on the patio to retrieve my journal. Anxiously, I waited for him to read what I wrote. Moving to his favorite chair, Master took a seat. "Pussycat, come," he ordered giving his thigh two quick pats.
Dropping down on all fours, my body moved as lithely as a panther's across the hardwood floor. I felt an overwhelming power and sexiness as I crawled toward my Master. Though, I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel what I was doing to him.
The sexual tension in the room was so thick you could probably slice through it with a dull knife.
As soon as I reached Master's feet, I assumed my resting position with my butt on my heels and my head in Master's lap. I purred softly as Master lovingly ran his fingers through my hair while he read through my journal. Master hummed periodically, but otherwise, made no comments.
Thankfully, his loving touch reassured me that we would get through this.
Everything would be okay...
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was no more than a few minutes, Master began to speak to his girl. "Pussycat," he said in a deep soothing tone. "I am very pleased with your journaling, and I hope that you will follow through with what you wrote."
Tapping my chin lightly, he demanded that I look at him. "Eyes on me, beautiful," lifting my head, my eyes locked with his smoldering ones. There was so much emotion swirling around his stomy green eyes that I had to fight not to look away.
Stroking my cheek with his thumb he asked, "What kind of Master would I be if I could not meet my naughty little pet's needs?"
Of course, I knew that the question was rhetorical, but I still had to bite the side of my cheek to keep from answering.
Master did take care of his girl's needs! I was the one who couldn't control myself! I was the one who fucked everything up by disobeying Master's wishes!
The voice inside my head screamed and berated me until I felt like my head was about to explode. Overcome with emotion, big fat, silent guilty tears cascaded down my cheeks while my bottom lip trembled pitifully. "Now, now... none of that, pet," Master tsked, swiping under my eye with the pad of his thumb. "I am as much to blame for this, as you are, if not more."
Lifting my chin, Master smiled down at me sadly before kissing both my eyelids. "I am an experienced Dom with a novice submissive; I should never have expected you to go that long without some type of release. I failed you, plain and simple."
Instantly, my head shook from side-to-side in disagreement. Punishment be damned, I would not let him take all the blame for this. Master's grip tightened on my chin, and he leveled me with a lethal glare that said, "Don't fucking push me." Automatically, my gaze dropped to the floor.
Taking the back of his hand, Master gently grazed my cheek with his knuckles. "Oh my sweet, Isabella," he sighed, thoughtfully. "Tonight, before going to the club, we will take care of your punishment. After that, we will put this behind us and move on." Leaning in, he brushed his lips against mine in a feather light kiss. "Hopefully, this will be a learning experience for both of us." Rising from his seat, Master bid me come. "Come, pussycat, I've prepared a snack for you; it's going to be a long night." My thighs clenched in anticipation as I followed Master into the kitchen.
The longer the better; I'm so fucking ready for this!
~FtLoD~
Later, I felt like the world had been lifted from my shoulders as I showered and prepared myself for Master. My traitorous body didn't make things easier when I saw the barely there lingerie that was laid out for me on the bed in my room when I passed by. Afraid of temptation, I used the loofa to lather up my skin and nether regions, hissing when the coarse material met with my taut and extremely sensitive nipples.
Before entering the shower, Master had put rubber bands on my excited peaks, and the feeling of tightness they were producing had my pussy throbbing and soaked with arousal. Not wanting to play with fire, I rinsed off, and patted myself dry.
Using the dry end of my towel, I wiped away the fog from the mirror and took in my reflection and smiled. Bright, excited eyes stared back at me. If I didn't know any better, I would think that I was looking forward to my punishment. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I welcomed it!
I had complete unwavering trust in my Master.
With my teeth brushed, my make-up light and natural-looking as Master had instructed, and my hair bone straight and parted down the middle, I took my spot, naked, at the foot of the bed in my waiting position. Resigned to my fate, my heart rate picked up for a totally different reason when I felt Master approaching.
My back was slightly arched, putting my chest on display. My chin was tucked tightly and my legs were spread shoulder width apart. My arms were folded behind my back, each hand gripping the opposite elbow, while my ass rested on my feet. Although I could only see the tops of Master's feet, I could feel the intensity of his stare.
I imagined dark swirling irises, drinking in my submission, relishing each and every line and curve of my body. As he stepped closer, I could feel the scorching heat from his body, the familiar surge of electricity jolting my already heightened senses.
I never understood it when Master said to me that I held all the power until now. For right this very second, I felt like I could rule the world. I was powerful with my feminine wiles. And it was my submission that my Master craved.
After all, without me, without my unwavering trust and willingness to let go, there would be no Master and pet.
Never had I felt so sexy and aroused as I did in that very moment, with that revelation.
The room was quiet, save for our heavy breathing and the ticking of a clock hanging on the wall; it felt like we were at a stand-off. Master silently demanding control, and me wanting desperately to please him, neither of us were willing to make the first move.
It was a heady game of foreplay...
It was clear, judging by the amount of wetness I could feel seeping from my body, that Master was a pro at this little mind game. My pussy ached for my Master's touch. Inside me, there was a war waging; I was desperate to win. Nothing but sheer will and determination kept me from closing my legs and clenching my thighs in search of relief.
And though the temperature was quite cool in my room, a light sheen of sweat coated my body.
Ready to combust, I breathed an internal sigh of relief when Master's hand finally made contact with my body. "It's hard to believe that you're a novice," running his fingers lightly through my hair, "you're such a natural at this, pussycat. I wonder what all those uppity New York and Seattle lawyers would think if they knew what a naughty little girl you were, hmm. If they could smell your arousal the way I do right now? See it glistening on your swollen pussy lips?"
Grabbing a handful of my hair and wrapping it around his wrist, Master tugged my head back less than gently. My eyes remained cast downward because I hadn't yet been given permission to meet his penetrating gaze.
"I can smell you, pussycat." Master breathed huskily in my ear, "Such a wanton little slut for her Master. Tell me pet; what's got you so worked up? What's got that sweet pussy dripping all over my floor?"
My breath hitched when Master ran his tongue from the base of my neck to right behind my ear. I sucked in a quiet breath; this was pure fucking torture! But, despite the urge, and the words hanging on the tip of my tongue, I didn't give in.
As if it wasn't already through the roof, my anticipation skyrocketed when I saw Master reach for my play collar out of the corner of my eye.
Slipping the weighted platinum and diamond-crusted choker around my neck, Master toyed with the clasp without locking it. "Isabella," Master said cryptically. "We will be making a stop before heading to the club tonight. Do you trust in my ability to care for and meet all your needs?"
Master paused, waiting to see if I would speak without permission. Caressing the sliver of skin beneath my collar, Master spoke with pride. "Isabella, you continue to amaze me, pet. I will be honored and proud to be the only one owning you tonight, and every other night for that matter. From here on out, you may answer any questions that I direct toward you, understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Very good, pet." Still thumbing the heated skin at the base of my neck, Master continued on with my collaring. "Isabella, do you accept my collar and all the rules and regulations that go along with it?"
"Yes, Master," I responded in a breathy tone.
"And do you willingly give yourself over to my control, to be guided, pleasured, and punished by my hands and body only?"
Without hesitation or a second thought, I responded, "Yes, Master, freely your girl gives her mind, body, heart, and soul to be used for your benefit and pleasure only."
"Good girl," Master praised after closing the lock, and kissing the spot where the platinum, key-only padlock lay. "Now up you go." With an extended hand, Master helped me stand to my feet.
Before taking a seat at the foot of my bed, Master's mouth descended on mine with a dominating and toe-curling kiss. Eager for all that Master had to give me; my mouth and tongue were pliant and happy to bend to his will. I could feel my arousal pooling between my legs and clenched my thighs, secretly hoping not to get caught.
Fat chance!
When breathing became necessary, Master pulled back and rested his forehead against mine, our ragged breaths intermingling as we fought to regain composure. "Fuck, Isabella," Master grunted. Sucking on my bottom lip, he released it with a soft groan. "Have you any fucking idea what seeing you naked, with just my collar on, does to me?" Gripping my hips, he pulled me flush against his body.
And, if his rock solid bulge pressing against my stomach was any indication, I had a pretty good fucking idea!
A swift hand landing on my naked ass cheek caused me to yelp.
Master chuckled darkly at catching me off guard. "That, my naughty little slut is for being so fucking tempting, and" cupping me between my legs, "for trying to sneak and sooth my aching little pussy." I whimpered, quietly, as his middle finger flicked my swollen bud. "Now come," Master ordered, removing his hand, "it's time to get you dressed; we don't want to be late for our outing."
Soon, I was standing before Master, clad in a lace shelf bra and crotchless underwear. I had never felt sexier than I did when I saw Master lick his lips and appraise me with hooded and lust-filled eyes.
Burying his face in the cleft between my breasts, I hissed when Master's tongue flicked out and touched my aching nipple. "Mmm..." Master hummed around my peak. Ever the equal opportunist, I wanted to cry out when his lips wrapped around my other pert bud and suckled lightly.
My senses were momentarily flummoxed when I felt Master's thumb join the party. The feeling of sudden pressure against my clit had my knees nearly buckling. Equal parts pain and pleasure coursed through my entire body, and I was in desperate need of a distraction. I dug my nails into my thighs and tried to focus on the pain instead. At that point, I would have done anything to keep from disappointing my Master.
A mirage of sensation ignited in the pit of my stomach, meaning, it wouldn't take much to push me over the edge.
My Master was a skilled musician, and he played my body like his finely tuned instrument.
So caught up in the pleasure that my Master was so graciously bestowing upon me, I let out a squeak of surprise when I felt the touch of cool metal against my clit. Engorged and throbbing with each pump of my blood, whatever it was that he placed on me was bordering on painful, but, oddly enough, I was enjoying every minute of it.
As per usual, when we tried something new, Master asked, "What color, pet?"
"Gr-gre-green, Sir," I stuttered out on a staccato breath. The flush emanating from my body had my skin colored a dark pink hue.
Stepping back, Master gave me the signal to turn. Slowly, on the balls of my feet, I twirled 360 degrees. Showcasing my body like that made me feel beautiful, which, of course, is the case anytime Master looks at me with such pride and adoration shining in his green eyes.
Having been given the privilege to hold my head up, I wasted no time. Starting from his feet, I made a lazy trail up every inch of my Master's body. I may or may not have paused to thank the god of cocks when I reached his midsection. Dressed in all black, Master looked good enough to eat.
By the time I reached his eyes and gorgeous sex hair, I was a panting, writhing mess. "I take it you approve?" Master asked with a cocked brow and a smirk on his lips. Embarrassed at being caught ogling, I lowered my yes and cursed the blush coloring my cheeks. "Ahh... I will never tire of seeing this," and caressing my heated cheek, he continued, "never lose this innocence, Isabella." Slowly, Master claimed my lips in a long and languid kiss. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you senseless when we get home tonight."
Holy shit, how am I supposed to make it through the night now?
~FtLoD~
Gah...
It was proving to be a long fucking night, and we hadn't even made it downstairs yet. Turns out, my lovely little addition makes a little tinkling noise when I walk. And Master has already threatened to punish me if I try muffling the sound. Good thing these panties are crotchless, otherwise I would be quite uncomfortable by now.
I wonder if it's possible to dehydrate from a dripping pussy.
Oh well, better make sure to drink plenty of liquids.
Master gathered our coats while I waited by the elevator; it was almost March, but the night air still had quite a bite to it. I was given a few last minute instructions as Master helped me with my coat and scarf. "Before we meet Jasper and Rose at the club, we will be stopping by to visit an old friend of mine. I want you to remain behind me on my right side, no farther than one step all night. Unless I say otherwise, when we are standing still, there should be no space between us. I should be able to reach back and finger that sweet little pussy at any given time."
Just to prove his point, Master flicked my clit, causing me to hiss and the bells to jingle. Holding up his middle finger Master offered one word, "Open", before coating my tongue with the tangy taste of my arousal.
Tasting myself on Master's skin was highly erotic, but a quick slap to my ass kept me from getting carried away. "Thank you for your generosity, Master," I said softly. For a minute, Master just stared down at me as if in a trance. Unfortunately, our moment was broken as the bell in the elevator signaled us of its arrival.
The ride down to the parking garage was interesting, for a lack of a better word. I had no idea it was possible to be finger-fucked within an inch of your life in such a short time span. My designated position for tonight was going to be both a blessing and a curse. Especially, since I had been forbidden to cum.
Master decided that we would take my Aston Martin tonight, and, as he navigated the busy streets of Seattle, his fingers absentmindedly played with my clit.
Absentmindedly my ass...
Master knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"Isabella, you're squirming again." Master's stern voice broke through the lust-induced haze on my brain.
Having been given permission to speak earlier, I decided to apologize. "Your girl is sorry Master. And she assures you that she is trying her best to keep still."
Unfazed by my words, Master's reply had a bit of a bite to it. "Isabella, I want don't your words, I want your actions." Never taking his eyes off the road or his fingers out of my pussy, Master continued to speak, but with a less harsh tone this time. "Let your actions show your growth, pussycat. Close your eyes, find a place in your mind, and go there. Allow your body to relax, and just feel."
Master's voice had taken on a low, deep, soothing quality, and, of its own accord, by body heeded his command. No longer was I bothered by the slow-burning fire that Master was stoking inside me. I was on the edge, but he refused to push me off. I wonder if this is what it feels like to get high. My entire body felt weightless, as if it was floating above the clouds.
"We're here, Isabella," Master whispered against the shell of my ear.
"Wh-what? Here?" I asked dumbfounded.
Instead of answering, Master simply hummed around the fingers in his mouth. "Exquisite." He said huskily. Turning my way, he gifted me with his panty-dropping, trademark grin. "Now that, my naughty little pussycat, is how you show me that you're sorry."
Before I could coax my frazzled brain into a somewhat intelligent response, Master was out of the car and stalking toward my side, looking sexy as fuck. I clenched my thighs, hissing when the clit clamp bit into my flesh.
Clearly from the looks of the big ass house we were standing in front of, I had been out of it for longer than I originally thought. It had gotten dark, but, from my surroundings, I could see we were on the outskirts of Seattle. The hustle and bustle of the city couldn't be heard from here. However, what I did know was that the people in this neighborhood had plenty of money.
Just as I was about to ask Master where we were, he turned and gave me the look. You know, the one that meant the more stringent rules were about to be put in place. Meaning, talking and looking time was over, unless I was told otherwise.
Automatically, I bowed my head and lowered my eyes.
"Isabella," Master said, pulling my hair from underneath my scarf and smoothing it out behind my back. "From the moment I knock on this door, there will be no going back. You will not be allowed to speak, unless it is to speak your safewords."
Feeling the penetrating heat of Master's gaze upon me for a beat of silence, I could feel the atmosphere shifting around us. Something told me that whatever was about to take place in the house would either end or solidify my relationship with my Master.
Instantly, I cursed myself for thinking the latter.
I would not let anything or anyone come between Master and me! If this was a test, I planned to pass with flying fucking colors. No matter what happened behind these doors tonight, I would not safeword. If nothing else, I trusted my Master irrevocably and fully; if this is where he brought me, he must have had a damn good reason for why.
Master always had my safety and wellbeing at the forefront of his mind. Everything he did was beneficial to my growth and training. And I just knew that tonight would be no different.
"Isabella." Master's voice sounded darker and huskier than before when he spoke my name. "What color, pet?"
Without a moment's hesitation and in a strong and confident voice, I answered, "Green."
"Good girl," Master praised as he pressed his lips to my forehead. "Okay pet, you will remain in your position to the right and behind me, unless otherwise instructed. You are to keep your eyes cast down and your mouth closed unless you are given permission. Not one sound, pussycat, understood?" After being met with silence, Master caressed the apple of my cheek and said, "You may answer, pussycat."
"Yes, Master, your girl understands, and she will not let you down." My words dripping with conviction were the truth.
I would make my Master proud.
After another kiss and a "Good girl", Master gave the heavy ornate oak door three quick taps.
I held my breath while Master and I waited for the occupant or occupants of the houseto answer. Without my sight to rely on, my other senses kicked into overdrive. There were no sounds or smells coming from inside the house to indicate that this was some kind of get together or party. So, it looked like we would only be visiting with the owners.
Deep in thought, I was startled when I heard the door open. Ever attuned and able to read my body better than I can, Master gave my pussy a quick slap in warning. Thankfully, I was able to keep myself from reacting.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling on the count of ten, I listened while Master greeted the person at the door. "Good evening, Charlotte; it's been a while, how have you been doing?"
"Good evening, Master Edward," the woman named Charlotte replied politely. "Yes, Sir, it has been a long time since you've graced us with your presence; Benjamin is almost walking."
"Wow, where did the time go?" Master sounded quite familiar with this woman, and I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was getting jealous. I was sifting through my brain for anything Master may have said to me about anyone named Charlotte when realization hit. Charlotte was Peter's wife, and Master's mentor's submissive and Benjamin was their infant son and Edward's godchild.
"Of course, in my defense," Master said in a joking tone, "you guys did just get back from an extended trip to Europe."
"Point well made, Sir." I could hear the rustling of fabric and I assumed she was taking Master's coat. "Master is waiting for you in his study; may I have permission to greet your submissive, Sir?" I stood stock still as Master removed my coat and scarf.
"Not yet, Charlotte, I need to speak with Peter first." Master's reply made the already dancing butterflies in my stomach dance harder. "Come, pussycat."
Well, here goes nothing. I thought as I fell into step behind Master.
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