“You’re not trying to tempt me, are you?” Camilla asked.
“No, Mistress,” Lindsey said.
“I think you are. Maybe some discipline will stop you being such a naughty little submissive.”
There was a loud whoosh, then the white-hot strike of the cane against Lindsey’s ass cheeks. She hissed.
“What do you say?” Camilla asked.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Lindsey said.
Camilla swatted her again.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Again. This time, the searing sensation radiated through her whole body, to the tips of her fingers and toes, and into her core.
Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Over and over until every part of Lindsey ached with need. She moaned, her mind and body falling into a blissful trance. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.
Camilla ran a hand down the center of Lindsey’s back. “Are you still with me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lindsey said softly.
Camilla skimmed her hand downward, between Lindsey’s ass cheeks and into her slit. Lindsey let out a hard breath.
“Do not come without asking for permission,” Camilla said.
“Yes-” Lindsey gasped as Camilla’s finger grazed the base of her clit. “Yes, Mistress.”
Without hesitation, Camilla slipped her fingers inside Lindsey, plunging deep. Lindsey whimpered. She was so delightfully on edge that it was only seconds before she was ready.
“Please, Mistress. Can I come?”
“Not yet.” Camilla slowed down slightly.
Lindsey’s head fell back. There was no way she could last any longer. “I can’t…”
“You can. For me.” Camilla pushed Lindsey’s hair aside and kissed and sucked behind her ear and down to the collar around her neck. Her free hand crept between Lindsey’s body and the cross, all the way up to her chest.
Lindsey strained against her bonds, flexing her muscles. Somehow, despite Camilla’s fingers thrusting inside her, and her lips on her skin, Lindsey
held herself back from the edge. Somehow, despite being tormented with ecstasy, she kept her word to her Mistress. Lindsey was hers so completely that both her mind and body understood that it couldn’t have true release without her Mistress’s permission.
“Now.” Camilla began moving her hand faster. “You may come.”
Lindsey let out a primal cry as pleasure burst from within her, spreading through her like wildfire. Camilla kept her body pressed against Lindsey’s as she worked her fingers inside, until Lindsey’s body calmed.
“You can open your eyes now,” Camilla said.
Lindsey opened her eyes, turning to watch her Mistress as she unfastened the restraints from the cross. Once Lindsey was free, her Mistress drew her to the bed and climbed onto it, lying back against the pillows.
Taking Lindsey by the ring of the collar again, she pulled Lindsey down to her. Wordlessly, their lips locked together, and their arms intertwined. Camilla’s thigh brushed between Lindsey’s legs. She rocked her hips on top of Camilla, burning with desire.
Camilla shifted out from under her, pulling Lindsey down so that they were side by side. She drew her hand up to the peak of Lindsey’s thighs and strummed her aching bud. Lindsey pressed back against her Mistress. At the same time, she pushed her own fingers down to where Camilla’s thighs met and slipped them gently up her folds. Camilla moaned and grabbed onto Lindsey’s hand, guiding it to her entrance.
Lindsey got the message loud and clear. She eased a finger inside Camilla, delving it in and out slowly. A ripple went through Camilla’s body. She arched toward Lindsey, a wordless command. More. Lindsey slid in another finger, eliciting a murmur of satisfaction from Camilla. Her walls seemed to swallow Lindsey’s fingers. She pumped in and out again, getting into a rhythm, sinking into her Mistress’s heat.
Camilla grabbed Lindsey’s face and kissed her like a woman starved. Her other hand was still between Lindsey’s lower lips, circling and stroking. Lindsey bucked against her. She was so close. She opened her mouth to beg for release.