Page 36 of Igniting Her

“Yes.”

“Tell me whose choice this is.”

Ellie’s gaze did not leave hers in the mirror. “Mine.”

The answer struck deeper than obedience ever could.

Cassie worked Ellie’s clit faster and drove into her once, twice, a third time. “Then come.”

Ellie broke in her arms. Her body clamped around the cock, every contraction visible in the mirror and felt through the harness. Cassie held her through it, slowing as Ellie’s hand tightened against her forearm. They stayed joined until her breathing began to settle.

“Color?” Cassie asked against her temple.

“Green,” Ellie said, dazed. “Still extremely green.”

Cassie eased out carefully. She set the harness on the towel. Before she could reach for a cloth, Ellie turned on her knees.

“May I touch you?”

The question found the place in Cassie that had refused her during the storm. Today, Cassie had prepared an answer.

“Yes,” she said. “Exactly as I tell you.”

Ellie’s expression softened, and Cassie nearly withdrew the permission. Instead, she undressed and sat against the headboard. She opened her thighs.

“Come here. Kiss the inside of my knee, then wait.”

Ellie moved between them. She kissed the inside of Cassie’s knee and waited.

“Use your mouth.”

Ellie lowered her head. The first slow pass of her tongue through Cassie’s wet core drew a breath Cassie had not authorized. Ellie did it again, watching her face.

“Higher,” Cassie said. “Flat tongue.”

Ellie found her clit and held the pressure there. Cassie took a fistful of her hair, not forcing, maintaining the exact contact. Heat gathered too quickly after hours of anticipation and the friction of the harness.

“Two fingers.”

Ellie slid them inside her. Cassie’s hips lifted before she could prevent it.

“Curl them. Yes. Keep that rhythm.”

Ellie obeyed with absolute attention. Her mouth stayed where Cassie placed it. Her fingers moved in slow, firm strokes. Cassie directed every adjustment because directing made receiving possible: more pressure, slower, don’t stop. Each instruction shortened until language itself began to fail.

Ellie did not improvise. When Cassie could no longer speak, she held to the last order.

The orgasm took Cassie with humiliating force. Her thighs closed around Ellie’s shoulders. Her hand tightened in Ellie’s hair while pleasure rolled through her in long, hard contractions. She heard her own voice say Ellie’s name and could not make it sound controlled.

Ellie stayed with her until her body released its grip.

For a few seconds, Cassie could not assemble an instruction. Ellie climbed up beside her without being told, cautious enough that Cassie felt the caution as its own form of care. Cassie drew her down at her side and kept one arm around her waist.

“Was that permitted?” Ellie asked.

“It is now.”

“Good. I’d hate to be disciplined.”