From the sound of his voice earlier, I’d done the opposite. He’d all but admitted his displeasure with my answers, which left me feeling more vulnerable than being splayed naked before him. Somewhere deep down, I knew every Dom was different, but they all wanted the same thing. Obedience.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Trent mumbled, his fingers trailing over my outer labia. “It’ll be even prettier when it’s waxed. Smooth … bare… You’ll be hyperaware of every touch.”
A heated blush infused my skin from my neck to my ears. Admittedly, I’d ignored some of the more rigorous personal grooming. While I kept the hair down there neatly trimmed, I hadn’t shaved or been waxed in a while. I hadn’t seen the point considering I’d been abstaining from intimate sessions such as this one.
A chill raced through me as Trent massaged me gently with his fingers. I knew I was growing wetter by the second. And that was from his gaze alone.
Trent’s head lowered, and I felt his warm breath caress my sensitive flesh. He teased me for the longest time, not touching me with his lips. My body trembled with anticipation as the need grew. When his lips finally brushed over my mound, I inhaled deeply, and my hips involuntarily bucked, trying to bring him closer.
Trent chuckled softly. “You do not have permission to move, sunshine.”
“Yes, Master.”
I willed my body to remain still, but it wasn’t easy.
“When was the last time you had sex?”
“It’s been … a while. Master.”
His head lifted. “I want a more definitive answer. How long’s a while?”
Too long, I wanted to say. But I kept that to myself. “I don’t know exactly.”
“How long since you’ve had sex?” he repeated.
I sighed. I wasn’t sure why this was important.
“Answer me,” he insisted.
“The last time I had sex was … a little more than two years ago.” I didn’t explain that I hadn’t wanted another man who wasn’t Trent and while I had tried to submerse myself into something that might bring me some peace, I had never found it, so I had stopped altogether.
“Have you pleasured yourself?”
Now that was easy to answer. “Yes, Master.”
“How?”
“I … um … I have a vibrator I use.”
“Very good.” His finger grazed my clit and I inhaled sharply. “You do not have permission to come until I say so.”
I swallowed hard, wishing he hadn’t said that. I had long ago mastered the art of following my Dom’s instruction. It wasn’t all that difficult. Separating from my own body was how I’d learned to cope, my objective only to please my Dom.
It had never failed me before. In fact, it had become relatively easy. For one, I rarely had a man who could get me to the breaking point. As soon as my brain registered that instruction, I would tune out, find a safe place that would allow me to do as he requested.
“Do you understand, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
His thick finger pushed inside, and my nerve endings lit up like a lightning storm. I tried to find that place in my mind, to separate from the experience. I blocked out the room, the sensations, focusing only on giving him what he requested.
“Squeeze my finger.”
My brain reengaged so I could follow his instruction. I tightened my inner muscles.
“Now release,” he insisted.
I relaxed, ready to block it all out again.
“Squeeze my finger again.”
It only took a moment to realize Trent wasn’t going to allow me to disconnect. He was keeping me firmly locked in the moment, every sensation heightened. If I remained in the moment, I wasn’t in control, couldn’t focus on the instruction.
“Don’t you leave me, pet,” he warned. “I want you here with me, acknowledging every single touch.”
His warm breath grazed my clit as he pushed his finger deeper, the tip brushing that sensitive spot within me. My body involuntarily tightened.
“Very nice. Tight and wet. I look forward to the day I slide my cock inside you.”
The way he said that made me believe that day would not be today. Disappointment flooded me.
His warm breath caressed my flesh again, followed by the smooth brush of his tongue. I clasped my hands together above my head, squeezing my fingers tightly as sensations inundated me. It was true, I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and I wasn’t the type who spent much time self-pleasuring, which meant, if I wasn’t careful, I would race to the finish line quickly. But only because this was Trent and he was the first man I’d had this sort of physical reaction to.
On the other hand, I wanted to please him and not only because that was what he expected. I genuinely liked the man. I lusted after him, having watched him for years.
It was still hard to believe he was interested in me, but here he was, his tongue teasing my clitoris as sparks practically flew from my fingertips. I needed to focus, to keep my mind locked up tight, to maintain control over my own body.
