The First dark kiss of the black leather tongues
Unfamiliar Heavy Carnal Intense
Instant heat between her legs
The Second
A dull thudding sting – but not really a sting
The Third
She began to feel weak – frail
The Fourth
Overcome – wanting more – needing it to end
He was next to her, hair clutched in his hand
“Look at me”
She was spinning into a deep, satisfying coma
With effort she lifted her laden lids
“Sweet girl,” he whispered, touching between her sex. “You’re dripping…”
She uttered something incoherent
“You want more?”
She nodded
“Three – I’ll give you three.”
“More…” she begged, already addicted
“No. Just three!”
He released her hair, though dallied a moment at her sex with his teasing promise, eliciting a hungry hoarse groan.
His fingers dropped away
… the tendrils lashed through her skin, whispering to her soul
… she heard the distant echo of a cry
Her arms were dropping, he was lifting her,
laying her down on the bed, touching her, entering her…
I was thinking about this exact same thing today. The idea of begging a Dominant to keep spanking or flogging you and he says no. Or in this case limits the number of times.
Ah yes. In this instance, however, it was because she could not have handled more. An example of why one must be held in experienced hands.
I understand. When I am in the midst of sub-high, there is not much I will say no to. I cannot trust my own judgement of anything, although I have a tendency to show myself more.
I know how she feels. I want more of this. Really beautiful.
Theo, thank you for reading, and for such kind words. There is a part three coming…