Sweetest Mistress (Fem Dom 1)

“Harder,” I said.

Her fingers tightened. A blush spread across her chest all the way up to her cheeks. Arousal or embarrassment, maybe. Or pain. How hard was she pinching? Not any harder than she liked, I thought. I’d have to remember that. But for now I had to see.

“Unhook your bra,” I said. “But hold it there.”

She cocked her head, uncertain, but her hands reached back. A quick flex and it was undone, the curved fabric tipping forward from her breasts.

“There,” I said. “Keep them there.”

Her hands remained behind her back, holding up the ends of her bra. I stepped closer and her eyes widened. Impossibly wide. Deceptively innocent.

Finally I touched her. A brush against her nipple with the back of my hand. She sucked in a breath, changing the contours of her breasts, her stomach. I ran my hand down across the lace onto her smooth stomach. The skin there was soft. I placed both my hands around her waist and squeezed. They followed the flare of her hips and her thighs. I cupped her over the sheer black fabric between her legs.

I glanced up at her face. Her lids not as wide now, almost low. It didn’t matter. It was all sexy as hell. Her arms shook from their position, but I left her that way. I liked her spread open like this, unable to stop me from seeing her, not shying away from my touch.

Chapter Two

It was an illusion, of course. She could move if she wanted to. And it wasn’t like I’d even get annoyed or leave or anything insane like that. It was a nice illusion, though, that I had the power and that she wanted me.

“Do you want to let go?” I asked.

“I want what you want.”

Damn.

She smiled slightly. “You don’t believe me?”

“Not exactly,” I said.

“Let’s try this. Just try doing what you want and I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.”

It was an awful, wonderful idea. It was wonderful because how could that not be any man’s fantasy? A beautiful woman who’d do anything you wanted. And not just passively, but actively trembling, sighing, everything.

So it wasn’t mine. It was still damn good.

But it had to be a trick of some sort, because a beautiful woman didn’t just agree to do this for a man like me on the first date. Whatever defense mechanisms built into my brain to protect me from this had dissolved. It didn’t matter that I’d probably end up feeling like a fool at the end of this game, I had to play it out.

“Take off your bra and panties,” I said.

She did.

“Touch yourself. There.”

She slid two fingers down into her slit. They dipped into her and slid back up to her clit.

“Your nipples. With the other hand.”

Her other hand went to her nipple, toying and pinching. It was already darkened from her earlier abuse. Now she gasped at the sensation, probably sensitive, but she didn’t stop.

Already this was a fucking wet dream, but I wasn’t done, not even close.

“Taste yourself.”

She removed her fingers from clit and sucked them into her mouth. Though her head dipped from embarrassment, she never removed her gaze from mine. God, they drove me crazy, those eyes. Dark but luminous. Even though I knew it had to be the wrong thing, she had told me, she had given me permission to do the wrong thing, and I needed it so badly.

“On your knees. Hands behind your

back,” I said.