Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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But I hadn't anticipated the excitement building up inside me. The truth is, I want her as much as she wants me. I want to take her right here...right now. To smell the sweet scent of her skin and kiss every last particle of it. But it would all be for nothing. I must resist.
That's the sad truth that all dominants deny to the bitter end. Deep down, we're no more patient than our rebellious submissives. That's why I go easy on her. You might think I'm pushing her around a lot tonight. But I'm not. Most people have no idea of the dark depths of this practice. How far it can go. That's why the word "emergency" and the rules are so important.
It's perfectly normal to have limits. Even the Dom's have them! And we shouldn't be afraid to say them clearly. Like using the safe word. I know Jess isn't about to give up, but I can see she's exhausted and confused. That's why I've changed the exercise.
The original plan was to walk her around the garden on a leash. On all fours, of course. I've done it before with other, more experienced submissives. I've even walked some of them in public. A rather...sensitive form of public humiliation. But that's out of the question with my princess. I don't want anyone else to see this beautiful body!
So we have to occupy it in other ways. I withdraw my leg and she straightens slightly, out of breath.
"Spread your legs, princess!"
She complies. I must admit I'm impressed by her obedience tonight. It's well worth the reward. Coming is a reward in this business, and I can assure you that being deprived of it is torture without a name. All that fever between your legs, suddenly blocked... a real torment.
A torment she won't experience today. She's been wise and docile. So I bend over and place my hands on her thighs. Then I grab them and pull them, jerkily, towards me. She flinches slightly but gives in. She looks up and meets my eyes. But she quickly looks down again as I grab her wetsuit from between her legs.
"You won't need this..."
I tear it off.
I notice, with glee, that she has worn a pair of black panties, as I requested. It's almost flawless. And I can see her lips welcoming me, like a rose opening in spring.
And I'd like to melt into her...
I'd like to lose myself in it....
I'd like to extract every drop, until her perfume lingers on my tongue forever.
I'd like to mark this goddess body with my fingerprints.
To sink them so deep... to tattoo its soul.
So they'd all know she belongs to me.
That no one else will know the madness that seizes me every time she whispers my name.
"Angel."
And let her moan no other! Even if I have to stay as weak, in the face of her tears.
