“Are you comfortable?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir,” she says, head still down.
“Good. Now, we’re going to play a game. Truth or the flogger. I ask you a question. You tell me the truth, or you get punished. Do you understand?”
She hesitates, but nods, eyes darting to the side to see what I’m holding. They widen slightly when she sees it.
“First question,” I say, standing behind her where I can see the still growing wet spot on her panties. She’s fucking loving this. I smirk. “Are you really a virgin?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says.
I can see her chest heaving with quick breaths. Her heart must be racing.
“Truth,” I confirm. “Good. Has a man ever put his fingers inside you?”
“No…” she says slowly. “Sir.”
“Truth,” I say thoughtfully. “Does anyone know about our arrangement?”
A slight pause. “No.”
I click my tongue and sigh. “Punishment, then.” I could easily reach her ass as she is, but I want her to know how deeply she’s in my control. I yank the skirt down to her knees. She sucks in a sharp breath and I see her tense her muscles in expectation of the blow, but she doesn’t protest. So fucking perfect.
I bring the flogger down just hard enough to give her a sting. She jumps a little and gasps, but I see her relax just a few seconds later. For someone brand new to this, even the slightest taste of pain will be enough, and I have no desire to make her hurt anymore than she has to for her pleasure’s sake.
“Let’s try that again. Does anyone else know about us?”
“My friend,” she says quickly. “Lacey.”
“Good,” I say. “Next question… When was the last time you touched yourself?”
“I… don’t--” I can tell she’s about to lie but she lets her head fall, knowing I’ll see through it. “Three days ago.”
I bite my lip, smirking. “And what did you think of when you touched yourself?”
“I can’t remember,” she says. “I just--”
I bring the tails down on her ass just a touch harder this time, just hard enough to let her wonder how far the pain can go. She gasps out loud this time, more from surprise than from pain.
“I thought of you,” she breathes.
“My dirty little Princess,” I chuckle. “What did you imagine I was doing to you?”
“I--thought about you kissing me. Just… not on the mouth,” she says. Her back is to me, but I can sense the embarrassment and shame radiating from her.
If she’s going to be mine, she needs to learn not to apologize for her lust. I lower myself to one knee beside her so she can look into my eyes. “Listen to me carefully,” I say quietly. “Your desires are the most beautiful and pure things in that lovely head of yours. Feeling shame for them would be a tragedy. I want you to embrace your lust. Feel pride in your passion.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, looking away.
“Now, I want you to say it. Where did you imagine I was kissing you?”
“Between my legs,” she says slowly.
I grin, moving behind her and kissing the inside of her thighs. I can smell her arousal and it makes my cock so stiff it hurts. She smells so fucking sweet I can hardly wait to taste her. “Here?” I ask.
“A little higher,” she says hesitantly.
“You’ll have to be more specific. Tell me exactly where you fantasized I was kissing you?”
“My… pussy,” she says.
The smile on my face is predatory, but she can’t see it. Thinking of her imagining me eating her pussy is turning me on like she wouldn’t believe. I picture her in her dorm room at night, tucked under the blankets and touching herself while she wishes I was there. She must have been so wet for me.
“When you imagined this, were you on your back or on your knees?” I ask.
There’s a long pause. “Neither,” she says.
The predatory smile on my face turns absolutely feral when I realize how wild my little Princess really is. “What position were you in?”
“I was, kind of… I was sitting on your face.”
If she keeps surprising me like this, she’s going to completely ruin my well laid plans to drag this out. I don’t know how much more I can take. I rush to untie her from the bed posts. Once she’s free, I help her to stand, and strip off her shirt. Her tits are lifted by the tight fabric and then they bounce down, making me clench my jaw to keep from burying my face in them. I move close to her so I can reach behind her and unclasp her bra.
She’s tense, but she doesn’t fight me.
The bra falls to the floor and her perfectly pink nipples are already hardened to points for me. I let myself indulge for a moment when I bend to kiss her nipple and circle it with my tongue. Her body shakes and she sucks in shallow breaths. I grip her panties by the elastic band and yank. There’s a quick pop as the elastic snaps. I toss the torn panties to the ground, leaving her absolutely naked.
“Are you going to take off your clothes? Sir,” she adds quickly.
“Would that make you more comfortable?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir,” she says shyly.
I think over her request for a moment. I normally strive to keep my submissives outside their comfort zones, especially at first. It’s only by pushing limits that I can bring them to new levels of pleasure. But my normal resolution to be the perfect dominant falters. Right now, the idea of letting her live out her fantasy exactly as she imagined it has me more aroused than anything else.
“Was I wearing clothes when you touched yourself and thought about this?”
“No, Sir,” she says.
“Very well. But if you want my clothes off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and the red flush in her cheeks completes the perfect picture. Long, curling hair, soft features, innocent face, but a body made for sex. She’s a woman so perfect for my tastes I couldn’t have imagined her any better. I love that she only hesitates briefly, presumably because her desire to have my clothes off is so much stronger than her fear of stepping out of her comfort zone.
Her delicate fingers go to work on me, unbuttoning my belt first. I raise my eyebrows. “You’re starting with my pants?” I slip out of my shoes and kick them aside while she clutches my belt.
Her eyes dart up to mine and she opens her mouth, but I lean in to kiss her hard before pulling back. “I wasn’t complaining,” I say.
She smiles a little and continues, struggling a little with my belt before finally tugging it free and pulling my pants down. She’s about to move to my shirt when her eyes find the bulge of my cock. The look of slight fear and mingling amazement nearly makes me laugh. Brianne swallows hard and starts undoing my buttons. Her fingers fumble with the third button and in my impatience, I rip my shirt open, sending buttons clicking to the floor.
She grins, stripping my shirt until I’m only in briefs and my socks.
“Do I need to take off your socks, Sir?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, loving the way she immediately falls to her knees and starts to pull them off. She’s saving my briefs for last, either out of fear or because she wants to save the best part for last. Either reason is completely fine with me.