it’s hard for her to remain in this position while I explore. “May I lift your nightie, sweet girl? I want to see all of you.”
She nods. “Please…” The sound of her begging is music, but there’s something else I need from her. If I’m going to continue, I can’t let it go. It’s in my blood. It’s who I am.
I lift her nightie over her breasts and gaze at their perfection as her chest rises and falls until she’s squirming again. I stroke the undersides with my thumbs, knowing she will arch again at that simple touch.
When her body settles back down, I meet her gaze. “I have one more rule, and then I’m going to make you feel good, sweetie.”
She swallows. “Okay.”
“When we’re like this… When it’s sexual, I mean. In my bed or yours or wherever I’m intimate with your body, I need you to address me with respect.”
Her brows narrow in confusion.
“You’ll address me as Sir, sweetie. Hard rule.”
She holds my gaze for several seconds, her lips parted, her throat moving, and then she utters my two favorite words in the English language. “Yes, Sir.”
I smile. “Good girl. Now, if you can remain in this position, address me properly, and let me explore, I’ll give you what you need.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words are stronger this time. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t balk at my demand.
There are lots of things I haven’t told her. So many things she needs to learn about me and my preferred kink, but for now, this will do. It’s as far as I imagine I can push her, and she’s doing fantastic. Her submission is sublime.
I gently cup her breasts and watch her face as my thumbs flick over her nipples.
She gasps, fighting hard to remain still.
“That’s a good girl. Take what I’m giving you. Concentrate on what’s offered. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs. “So good.”
I keep tormenting her, circling the sweet buds. I lower my gaze, torn between watching her face and taking in her tits. They are so fucking gorgeous. Small. Perfectly shaped. Perky. Exactly a handful. Her nipples are dark pink and tiny, the tips swollen dots of pleasure. Every time I touch them, she writhes gloriously.
I tease her mercilessly, circling her breasts from base to tip over and over, not using enough pressure, not tapping her nipples often enough.
She moans, her legs restless.
Finally, I lower my gaze farther. “Bend your knees, sweet girl. Spread your legs open for me.”
She lifts her knees, and I release her nipples to settle myself between her legs.
“Wider, sweetie. I want to see all of you.”
She shudders as she obeys me, exposing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Smooth and bare from the product I instructed her to use. Her labia are pink and swollen.
I set my hands on her inner thighs, pushing them wider. I want her to feel the exposure. Feel my gaze on her like a caress.
She whimpers, her head rolling from side to side.
When I part her lower lips, she gasps.
I hold her open, not touching her anywhere she craves, just soaking in the wetness that leaks from her cunt. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. The first time she opened for me, exposing everything. Offering her body into my care.
I pull the hood back from her clit next, making her gasp again.
The little nub is wet and pink and swollen. I circle it, and the moan that comes from her mouth is primal. “Please,” she begs again, forgetting my rule.
I remove my finger and meet her gaze, one brow raised.
She licks her lips. “Please, Sir. Please let me come.”
“That’s a good girl. And I will. When I’m ready. Patience.”
She bites her lip and nods. There’s nothing sexier in this world than a woman desperate to come. Better yet, a submissive woman in such despair that her vision is clouded.
When I look back at her pussy, I realize there is something more gorgeous. It’s right in front of me, offered by the sweetest little girl I’ve ever seen. An untouched woman waiting impatiently for her Dom to grant her the first orgasm she’ll ever have at someone else’s hands. There’s only one first time, and I want this experience to burn into her brain. I have no problem admitting that I’m hoping this experience binds her to me in a way that she won’t ever be able to deny.
I may be selfish, but I want Britney more than I’ve