“I know you don’t,” he whispered in her ear. “Raise your arms behind your head so I can look at you.”
With quick, easy grace, Beth laced her fingers together at the back of her neck, thrust her chest out, and spread her legs. The arch of her back pressed her ass into his groin. It was suddenly easier to understand the appeal of such an obedient and well-trained sub. James put some space between them and stroked his hands from her elbows along her shoulder blades and down her back to her ass. Taking a seat, he kneaded the firm globes.
“Bend.”
She didn’t balk or hesitate. Keeping her hands behind her head, she bent to a perfect 90 degrees at the waist. Now he had a nice view of the rosette of her anus and her p*ssy
. Both were waxed completely bare. Spreading her ass open with his thumbs, he blew against her rear entrance and was rewarded with a small shiver.
Her p*ssy
lips were glossy from her orgasm, the scent of her pleasure heavy in the air. Palms on the back of her thighs, he now used his thumbs to spread her outer labia, examining the soft pink core of her sex. Her clit was large and partially erect from behind its protective hood.
Holding her open with index and middle fingers of one hand, he used the tip of his other thumb to press on the edge of her clit hood, trying to expose more of her clit.
Beth gasped and her posture wavered.
“Brace yourself.”
She dropped both arms, bending further until she could brace both hands on the floor. It opened her up even more. James retuned his attention to her clit, using a precise, almost clinical touch. In a way it was showing off, making sure she knew that he knew exactly how to touch her.
Beth started to tremble. “Master…”
“Yes?”
She shook her head, hair brushing the floor.
Dipping his thumb into the cream that had pooled at her entrance, James coated her clit. The slick skin made his task more difficult but would keep her from getting uncomfortable. As he manipulated her clit hood—rubbing and pressing on it, occasionally giving it a light squeeze, Beth started to tremble.
He knew that rhythmic, steady touches to the clit were the gold standard for female orgasms. Multiple subs had told him that having their clit hood manipulated was sexy, and clearly the act of a Dom, but too strange to allow orgasm.
Acting on a hunch, James continued to toy with her clit hood, and when he finally had his thumb in the perfect position to hold it back, exposing the tiny core of her clit, he pressed hard, mashing her clit hood against her pelvic bone.
Beth screamed, her whole body shaking. He saw her knees start to give out and quickly grabbed her hips, easing them to the ground. Beth’s body shook, and he could see through the hair that had fallen over her face that her eyes were squeezed closed, her lips clenched.
Pinching her labia closed he rubbed them in a circle, a muted caress of her clit. Her eyes popped open and her mouth opened too, though no sound emerged. Kneeling behind her, James slid one hand under her chest and forced her up, so that they were once more back to chest. He held her like that until her body stopped quaking. He’d never made a woman come like that. Her responsiveness was incredible.
“Master James?” She whispered his name, clearly hesitant to ask whatever question she was holding on to.
It was one of the habits he would break her of.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to…will we…is there going to be sex?”
She sounded so hopeful that his hold on her tightened. Denying or delaying orgasm was one of a Dom’s best tools, but clearly that had been taken too far with Beth. Watching her orgasm was pure bliss, and he intended to become an avid Beth-orgasm viewer.
“Oh yes, if you’re a very good girl there will be sex.” He helped her to her feet then spun her around so she could see the promise of pleasure in his face, but she kept her eyes obediently lowered.
Tipping her chin up until she looked at him, he rubbed her lower lip with one finger, and she opened her mouth.
He wanted to see those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted to kiss her as he thrust into her, taste her pleasure.
“Yes. There will be sex.” His voice was deeper than normal, his cock hard in his pants.
“If I’m a good girl.” Her post-orgasm daze was fading from her eyes and she frowned. “Being good means following the rules, but you said there aren’t rules.”
“Yes…and no.”
“That’s confusing.” She sounded disgruntled, which was strangely endearing.
“I’ll make it simple.” He grabbed her chin, putting enough pressure into the touch that it was not a caress but a command. “You’ll obey my rules, you’ll follow my commands, and you will submit.”
Her pupils dilated and he could feel her relaxing into his control. Physically she was perfectly obedient and emotionally responsive. The challenge with her would be getting inside her head.