"Of course you may. This is for both of us. You will enjoy it more if you get what you want."
I felt her shiver at that idea. "Could you..."
I watched her struggle with the words. She had never made intimate requests for specifics that would give her pleasure. I had discovered that early on and set myself to learning her. But it was more fun not to have to guess all the time.
If we could leap over this one, the rest might come easier. Each one building on the last. Little steps, little crumbs crumbling from a single brick, leading the destruction of the entire wall.
"Could you do it to the other leg?" The words flew out in a rush and I knew her face would have grown bright red.
"Of course, Cara Mia." The fur brushed up the other thigh, swirling around, over the hosiery, and across her bare skin, all the way around and up the front of her thigh. "There, do you like that?
If I hadn't been listening, I would have missed the tiny sigh of pleasure. Then her body relaxed a fraction, her legs not so tense.
So, I rucked the skirt up, revealing her legs nearly all the way up to the glory at the cusp where they met. A couple had stopped to watch and murmured their approval.
It was too much for Cara Mia. She stood and turned, glaring at the people. "Yellow," she said softly.
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But the people heard her, saw her face, and nodded, then moved on.
She was doing wonderfully well and I was pleased, but a little peeved that they had interrupted the flow of Cara Mia's progress. It was one of the issues with public play as Master Black called it. But we would never have gotten this far in her bedroom or mine. So I would have to chalk it up to the challenges of breaking down her rules.
I opened the bottle of water and handed it to her.
"Drink, Cara Mia."
She did, kicking and shaking out her feet a little.
"Do your feet hurt now?"
"More. I feel like I'm planted."
"Do you wish to take them off?"
"Not quite yet. She shifted. "The skirt vents a lot more now," she said, blushing as she handed me the bottle back.
This was good. She was participating and seemed to like it. I took a bottle for myself and drank. The water cleared my mouth, which had grown dry.
Dropping it, I flowed in and took her in my arms, kissing her. She kissed me back hard, her tongue pressing hesitantly, then more boldly than she ever had against my mouth.
I twisted her to face the wall and pulled the dress up to her hips, uncovering her ass, shielding her with my body. She tightened, but kept her head turned so we could keep kissing. I took her up on the offer, working her mouth, teaching her how to give her passion up through her lips, her tongue.
"You are so brave, Cara Mia." I cupped her ass cheeks and grasped her hips, pulling her to me hard. She wore a thong, much to my surprised pleasure. I had never seen her wear more than low-cut bikinis, never even knew she owned one. My dick was like wood and I humped against her. I could smell her musk, her sweat, and I groaned. "Brave and beautiful."
I skated the bunny fur over her ass and ran the edge between her apples. She would have leaped away, but I held her tightly, then brushed the paddle over her back and shoulders through cut out in the dress. She tensed, and her hands splayed out over the concrete wall, the bracelet winking as she moved.
We continued to kiss fervently. When we broke and I saw the man who had asked to use Cara Mia for a bondage subject had stopped to stare at us.
"The dress on my hips," she said. "It feels," she giggled and her face flushed. "It feels naughty. Like nothing I've ever felt before."
This didn't surprise me. I had rarely seen her naked. She moved from clothing to nightwear or a robe when she stepped out of the shower. Even our lovemaking had been done under a blanket in the dark. And always in missionary, face to face. Even raising her legs was hard for her, an embarrassing titillation.
"You are so daring, Cara Mia."
She laughed, shivering, as she allowed me to stroke her back. The bunny fur seemed to calm her so I rubbed her lightly with it, then nudged her chin around so I could look at her face. Her eyes were round and the whites very bright.
"Stay here, just like this."
I knelt behind her, her ass at face level. She tightened, nervous, and I laid a hand on her hip to steady her. She was excited no matter how nervous.
"I can smell your musk."
Her ass tightened as if to cut off that exclamation of her state, to give a lie to it."
I kissed one cheek and gripped her when she would have jerked away. Making a trail with my lips, I began nipping and licking. Goosebumps rose up across that flesh and I slipped the hand that had held her hip between her thighs and climbed upward.
She jerked, but stayed in place. The thong was sopping and I smiled. It was working. My finger teased the edges of her lips, the mouth of her sex.
Her body tightened and I knew the moment her rules had won out over the moment.
She bolted then to the corner crying, "Yellow. Yellow." It came out half growl, half cry as she turned to me. "I cannot do this. I can't," she said.
"But you did."
She had no answer, but her face reddened.
After a moment, she asked, "Now what?"
I stood up next to her. "I will back off. You didn't cry red, so I will give you space." I smiled at her. "See how much pleasure you give me?" I said, taking her hand and pressing it to my dick.
She resisted, but touched it tentatively. "So hard," she said, "And all you've done is kissed me, touched me, and cut my dress."
I took the knife out of my pocket and flicked it open. Her eyes got large and I could see her throat move as she swallowed.
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She shivered as she watched me rub my fingers over the slick, soft material at the front of the dress, then pinch a bit, lifting it away. Suddenly I cut a swooping V, following the lines of the frogging to a point below her breasts. When I pulled it away, I saw she wore a black lace bra that matched her thong.
Her cleavage mounded up and I wanted to lay my head on it and rest. Instead, I buried my face between her breasts and breathed in her fragrance, and licked and kissed them. After a long moment she stroked my hair, then grasped the back of it as I began to nibble the flesh along the cup.
Her flesh goose pimpled and I pulled the lace aside to reveal the hard nipple surrounded by the crinkled aureole. I suckled it, cupping her ass, letting my fingers delve between the cheeks.
She tightened, her sense of propriety embarrassed at such liberties, but I gave her no way out and she submitted, never crying "Yellow". Her hand tightened in my hair painfully, yet I gave no sign, simply continued what I was doing, baring the other nipple so I could switch sides.
Suddenly, there wasn't enough leeway and I reached up with both hands and tore the material until it ripped to the waistline below her belly button.
Now, I had freedom and slipped the bra straps down over arms so that her breasts were completely revealed to me. She was disheveled, her clothes in shreds, her body revealed to me through the whims of my efforts.
My dick was raging against the constraints of my pants and I humped at her while I devoured her breasts. I moved up to claim her mouth in a frenzy, my tongue working hers, my hips pressing my rock hard dick against her hips, my hands pulling her to me.
Her musk intensified as her hips came to me, small moans escaping her mouth as I rocked against her quim.
I broke away to look at her. Her head was laid back, her nipples rising up into the cool air, the flesh reddened where I had licked and chewed along the flesh of her breasts.
She was so beautiful and I wanted her. I imagined pressing her face first against the wall, pulling her thong down between her thighs and fucking her with her dress rucked up around her hips and her panties half way down.
I nearly did, but realized it was too soon, too much.
Instead, I slit the dress the rest of the way down the front t
o reveal her taut belly, just beginning to pouch, and the lacy front of the thong, with its tiny bow surrounded by a semi-circle of shiny black seed beads.
I heard the murmured, "Yes," at the same time Cara Mia gasped and pulled the edges together, looking over my shoulder. I turned to see Don Coil watching avidly.
"Red. I cry Red," she shouted, pulling herself away from me and turning from the man's eyes. Except I saw he watched even more avidly now to see what would happen.
"What boundary have we crossed?" I asked.
She drew herself up, mouth set like police boundary, and I knew that Tasha had pushed Cara Mia down, away, and she had opened her book of rules. I took a breath, ready for whatever chapter and verse she was going to quote me.
"I cannot do this. It's shallow, base, and filthy." She shook her head, and added more quietly, "And it is perverse that it is out in the open where just anyone can see."
"And yet, I can smell your heat. I can feel your desire." Every word was another way to say exciting if none of her rules applied. I felt triumphant even though she was so horrified.