Cameron's Control (Novella #1): The Enthrall Sessions (Volume 4) by Vanessa Fewings, Louise Bohmer Page B
Authors: Vanessa Fewings, Louise Bohmer
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clit.
She let out a moan of pleasure as I traced a fingertip along her sex.
I retrieved from the wall rack that cat-o-nine tails with its thin cords and thick handle. After tapping it in my left palm before her, I dragged the soft leather straps along the small of her back, her abdomen, and across her breasts and along her collar bone.
I brought it up to her mouth and she suckled on the tip of the handle, her tongue rimming it, teasing, hinting what she wanted to do to me.
If I let her.
I started with gentle whips to bring her naked skin awake, providing hypnotic stings to her flesh, pinking it, warming, stimulating nerve endings and setting her neurons alight with the perfectly timed sensations.
Mia was lulled into a trance, her body moving in sync with each strike. Her thighs parted. Her hips arched forward in yearning for the caress of those thin cords.
I left her wanting, needing, her breaths short and sharp.
I gripped the chain above her and gave it a yank. I wasn’t touching her, but Mia responded as though I was.
Leaning in to her ear, I whispered, “I am changed. I hardly recognize myself. All that I was seems inconsequential now.” I yanked the central chain to bring her closer. “Mia, you believe you’re the one bound. You’re not really. I’m the one captured. By everything you say and do. All that you are.”
She held my gaze, her eyes glistening in the dark.
“You are everything that is beautiful in this world. You shine brighter than any sun and your soul sings more profoundly than any sonnet. Your eyes haunt my dreams, Mia. You are beholden of a dazzling beauty, an ethereal presence that could possess any heart you desired. I am seduced completely, beguiled by your soft skin, so sensitive, so responsive. Your exquisite breasts, your nipples pert in their yearning to be pinched and suckled.” My gaze lowered to her sex. “This delicate flower that even now responds to its master obediently, wet as it readies for me, your clit erect and needful of your Dom’s firm mastering.”
Her eyelids grew heavy, her body trembled toward her closeness.
Still not touching her, I continued to taunt her arousal, “Beneath my fingers, I’ll strum you slowly, my submissive. Just how you like it.”
She was too entranced to speak.
“Pleasure can also serve as a punishment. You ran away from your master. A sin. Your punishment will be me encircling your clit extraordinarily slowly, prolonging your chastisement. Until you scream for me to forgive you.”
Her body trembled. Her eyes searched mine as though trying to understand how, without any physical contact, I was sending her over.
“Perhaps, if I’m feeling merciful, I’ll allow you to come, kitten. If you are good. Can you be good?”
Mouth gaping, her climax building, the tension from the rope around her sex carried her over.
“I look forward to your impending clit play, Ms. Lauren. You’ve proven yourself worthy to deserve hours of concentrated dedication to it. You’ve earned yourself a slow steady flicking. A firm encircling. My tongue fucking you at the same time. Would you like that?”
Her face blushed wildly, jaw gaping.
“That’s right, surrender,” I said. “Come for me, my sweet submissive. I demand it, now.”
Through small gasps, she climaxed, her thighs shaking, her eyes squeezed shut, her body twitching and trembling, her movement causing her to swing. Her face flushed brighter, and her expression showed confusion that she wasn’t even being touched, but merely the power of my words had sent her over. Her expression grew euphoric, caught up, enraptured, limbs shuddering under the strain.
Her bliss had been captured over the centuries by artists, musicians, and poets, their ability to immortalize this sacredness encapsulated in their timeless work.
Mia’s moans echoed around us.
She was coming still…
This lifestyle was nothing without trust between a master and his chosen one. Domination was the purest
She let out a moan of pleasure as I traced a fingertip along her sex.
I retrieved from the wall rack that cat-o-nine tails with its thin cords and thick handle. After tapping it in my left palm before her, I dragged the soft leather straps along the small of her back, her abdomen, and across her breasts and along her collar bone.
I brought it up to her mouth and she suckled on the tip of the handle, her tongue rimming it, teasing, hinting what she wanted to do to me.
If I let her.
I started with gentle whips to bring her naked skin awake, providing hypnotic stings to her flesh, pinking it, warming, stimulating nerve endings and setting her neurons alight with the perfectly timed sensations.
Mia was lulled into a trance, her body moving in sync with each strike. Her thighs parted. Her hips arched forward in yearning for the caress of those thin cords.
I left her wanting, needing, her breaths short and sharp.
I gripped the chain above her and gave it a yank. I wasn’t touching her, but Mia responded as though I was.
Leaning in to her ear, I whispered, “I am changed. I hardly recognize myself. All that I was seems inconsequential now.” I yanked the central chain to bring her closer. “Mia, you believe you’re the one bound. You’re not really. I’m the one captured. By everything you say and do. All that you are.”
She held my gaze, her eyes glistening in the dark.
“You are everything that is beautiful in this world. You shine brighter than any sun and your soul sings more profoundly than any sonnet. Your eyes haunt my dreams, Mia. You are beholden of a dazzling beauty, an ethereal presence that could possess any heart you desired. I am seduced completely, beguiled by your soft skin, so sensitive, so responsive. Your exquisite breasts, your nipples pert in their yearning to be pinched and suckled.” My gaze lowered to her sex. “This delicate flower that even now responds to its master obediently, wet as it readies for me, your clit erect and needful of your Dom’s firm mastering.”
Her eyelids grew heavy, her body trembled toward her closeness.
Still not touching her, I continued to taunt her arousal, “Beneath my fingers, I’ll strum you slowly, my submissive. Just how you like it.”
She was too entranced to speak.
“Pleasure can also serve as a punishment. You ran away from your master. A sin. Your punishment will be me encircling your clit extraordinarily slowly, prolonging your chastisement. Until you scream for me to forgive you.”
Her body trembled. Her eyes searched mine as though trying to understand how, without any physical contact, I was sending her over.
“Perhaps, if I’m feeling merciful, I’ll allow you to come, kitten. If you are good. Can you be good?”
Mouth gaping, her climax building, the tension from the rope around her sex carried her over.
“I look forward to your impending clit play, Ms. Lauren. You’ve proven yourself worthy to deserve hours of concentrated dedication to it. You’ve earned yourself a slow steady flicking. A firm encircling. My tongue fucking you at the same time. Would you like that?”
Her face blushed wildly, jaw gaping.
“That’s right, surrender,” I said. “Come for me, my sweet submissive. I demand it, now.”
Through small gasps, she climaxed, her thighs shaking, her eyes squeezed shut, her body twitching and trembling, her movement causing her to swing. Her face flushed brighter, and her expression showed confusion that she wasn’t even being touched, but merely the power of my words had sent her over. Her expression grew euphoric, caught up, enraptured, limbs shuddering under the strain.
Her bliss had been captured over the centuries by artists, musicians, and poets, their ability to immortalize this sacredness encapsulated in their timeless work.
Mia’s moans echoed around us.
She was coming still…
This lifestyle was nothing without trust between a master and his chosen one. Domination was the purest
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