softly.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” I tell her, feeling like hell at her emotional withdrawal. “I really didn’t mean it to sound like that.” I seriously need to learn to control my tone.
Isa stands, grabs a robe and slips it on. She moves to the window and looks out at the view of Paris and touches the glass. “I’m done talking about this. I’m sorry I told you…” she whispers but doesn’t finish her sentence.
“ Don’t be sorry. The fact is you should’ve told me sooner, but what’s done is done. I just want you to answer my question,” I say, trying to curb my attitude and not sound intimidating. I move up behind her and turn her to face me but she won’t look at me.
“Come back to me. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. It was just a question.”
I tug at her hair, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“It’s a hard question to answer and you can’t expect me to respond so quickly without having time to think about how to reply to it.”
“ Fair enough. Now tell me what I can do to make you happy right now, Mistress.”
She looks into my eyes and finally graces me with her smile.
Without a hitch, my Mistress responds. “First, you can shove that magical tongue of yours in my mouth. Then you can shove it in my pussy.”
“That’s a delightful idea ,” I say, charmed by her unabashed dirty talk.
I tip her head back and give my angel what she wants. I push my tongue past her lips and delve into the depths of her warm mouth. My tongue finds hers and we twist them together. She gently nips at my bottom lip when I pull back and she sucks at my tongue like it’s my cock, and all the blood rushes to my hardening dick. I open her robe and lower myself to my knees and do as my Mistress has instructed, thrusting my tongue into her slit, making her moan out.
Isa’s nails graze my scalp and she breathes out her answer to my question.
“You want to know what it is about this lifestyle that appeals to me? It’s this: My sexuality. It’s the only thing I feel like I have complete control of. You’ve given that to me, Dylan. Since the moment we’ve been together, I feel like my sexual identity is my own. I have the power to say when and how much. Yes, I do need the discipline; there’s no denying it, but not for the reasons that you think. I need it because I need order in my life and for things to make sense and have logic. I need a feeling of purpose. And yes, I need and crave the pain too, but not for the reasons that you think,” she continues.
I pause and look up at her, waiting for the rest of her answer.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she says firmly, tugging at my hair, so I continue licking her slick silken folds and nibble her swollen clit. I close my eyes and listen to her seductively enchanting voice tell me what I need to hear.
“I like the pain because it makes me feel alive. But more importantly, I surrender to the pain because it pleases my Master and I know he enjoys giving it to me and that he needs to give it to me in order for him to feel content. That, Dylan, is what appeals to me about BDSM. Pleasing you, my Master, owner and husband, and cherishing you for the Dominant that you are, and feeling a sense of pride in the pleasure and joy that I give to you when I’m obedient and things are perfect and just the way you want them to be. BDSM gives me that sense of purpose and that purpose is to submit to you completely and to accept your gift of submission to me.”
My heart swells and I feel like imploding with desire. Isa is without a doubt a submissive at heart. No one’s words have ever been spoken so sincerely to me or affected me so deeply. Looking up into her eyes, she’s watching me intensely. I stand and pull her to me.
“Please don’t question my intentions, sugar. I promise you that my reasons for wanting and needing this are noble and pure of heart.”
“Then p lease don’t keep things from me, Isabel. Because you’ve
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” I tell her, feeling like hell at her emotional withdrawal. “I really didn’t mean it to sound like that.” I seriously need to learn to control my tone.
Isa stands, grabs a robe and slips it on. She moves to the window and looks out at the view of Paris and touches the glass. “I’m done talking about this. I’m sorry I told you…” she whispers but doesn’t finish her sentence.
“ Don’t be sorry. The fact is you should’ve told me sooner, but what’s done is done. I just want you to answer my question,” I say, trying to curb my attitude and not sound intimidating. I move up behind her and turn her to face me but she won’t look at me.
“Come back to me. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. It was just a question.”
I tug at her hair, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“It’s a hard question to answer and you can’t expect me to respond so quickly without having time to think about how to reply to it.”
“ Fair enough. Now tell me what I can do to make you happy right now, Mistress.”
She looks into my eyes and finally graces me with her smile.
Without a hitch, my Mistress responds. “First, you can shove that magical tongue of yours in my mouth. Then you can shove it in my pussy.”
“That’s a delightful idea ,” I say, charmed by her unabashed dirty talk.
I tip her head back and give my angel what she wants. I push my tongue past her lips and delve into the depths of her warm mouth. My tongue finds hers and we twist them together. She gently nips at my bottom lip when I pull back and she sucks at my tongue like it’s my cock, and all the blood rushes to my hardening dick. I open her robe and lower myself to my knees and do as my Mistress has instructed, thrusting my tongue into her slit, making her moan out.
Isa’s nails graze my scalp and she breathes out her answer to my question.
“You want to know what it is about this lifestyle that appeals to me? It’s this: My sexuality. It’s the only thing I feel like I have complete control of. You’ve given that to me, Dylan. Since the moment we’ve been together, I feel like my sexual identity is my own. I have the power to say when and how much. Yes, I do need the discipline; there’s no denying it, but not for the reasons that you think. I need it because I need order in my life and for things to make sense and have logic. I need a feeling of purpose. And yes, I need and crave the pain too, but not for the reasons that you think,” she continues.
I pause and look up at her, waiting for the rest of her answer.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she says firmly, tugging at my hair, so I continue licking her slick silken folds and nibble her swollen clit. I close my eyes and listen to her seductively enchanting voice tell me what I need to hear.
“I like the pain because it makes me feel alive. But more importantly, I surrender to the pain because it pleases my Master and I know he enjoys giving it to me and that he needs to give it to me in order for him to feel content. That, Dylan, is what appeals to me about BDSM. Pleasing you, my Master, owner and husband, and cherishing you for the Dominant that you are, and feeling a sense of pride in the pleasure and joy that I give to you when I’m obedient and things are perfect and just the way you want them to be. BDSM gives me that sense of purpose and that purpose is to submit to you completely and to accept your gift of submission to me.”
My heart swells and I feel like imploding with desire. Isa is without a doubt a submissive at heart. No one’s words have ever been spoken so sincerely to me or affected me so deeply. Looking up into her eyes, she’s watching me intensely. I stand and pull her to me.
“Please don’t question my intentions, sugar. I promise you that my reasons for wanting and needing this are noble and pure of heart.”
“Then p lease don’t keep things from me, Isabel. Because you’ve
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