CreativeDominant
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And now...for those of you waiting patiently since Monday... Part 2 of Chapter III Wes smiled as her attention returned to him and he went on, still speaking quietly, with both a tone of joy and firmness in his voice. "I am a dominant that you have agreed to serve for a specific time decided between your master and myself. I expect certain things from you. One of them is being verbal; if you are enjoying something that I am doing, or that your master is doing, then I want to be able to know that without having to ask you all the time. I expect you to speak up when something is not quite right. I do NOT admire stoicism. If anything I do is too intense at the moment, and you need me to slow down, then I wish to hear 'yellow'. If something I do is too much and you feel that you need to stop the action, I wish to hear 'red'. If you do not follow these rules, and I realize that you are not, then you WILL be made aware of my disappointment. Finally, if I am the one responsible for bringing you to an orgasm, you will ask for permission from ME before you cum. If you climax without my permission when I have brought you there, well..." his voice trailed off as he raised both eyebrows, making his smile somewhat sinister. After a long moment of him holding eye contact, he spoke. "Do you understand these rules, Leigh? Do you agree to them?" he asked, his voice just as quiet yet very intense. His voice, and the way he used it, certainly added to his dominant force. She gulped in fearful delight as her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen...what would happen...if she disappointed him or came without his permission. She took a deep breath and nodded. Her smile was somewhat uncertain but her words were not: "Yes Wes...Sir...I understand. I can do it." He beamed, revealing his white even teeth once more. "Good!! Then, let's get started," he said. He uncrossed his arms, drawing his hands down and over the front of his slacks. He stopped, touching himself lightly and then framing his bulge with his fingers. "Look at my fingers and at what they surround", he commanded. "Yes, Sir," she replied. She dropped her gaze from his face back down his body until it came to rest upon his groin. Her blue eyes widened. GOOD GOD!, she thought to herself; if anything, the man's bulge had grown larger while her concentration had been elsewhere. Her eyes quickly flicked back to his. He met her disbelieving gaze with a wink and she blushed. She again dropped her eyes to the sight before her. Without conscious thought, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and moved around her full lips slightly, wetting them. "Do you like what you see?" he teased, knowing full well that she did. "Yes Sir...I do," she replied, licking her lips once more, nodding her head almost imperceptibly and spreading her thighs just a bit wider. "Gooooood! And...would someone like to see what's behind the covering?" he asked in that same light manner. "Oh yes...yes Sir, I would," she replied enthusiastically. Actions quickly suited words. She brought her hands up from her thighs to the fly of his pants. Her spirit thrilled as her slender fingers brushed against his darker, bigger ones. Her fingers were trembling as they reached their destination. She was so intent on what she was doing that she was startled when his fingers suddenly gripped hers with enough strength to stop any further movement. She looked up at him in confusion. His face was serious and his voice slightly reproving as he said, "Perhaps I was not clear. I asked if you would like to see, I did NOT tell you to touch or to reveal." She bowed her head. "Yes Sir, you did. I am sorry I got in a hurry," she said contritely. He was silent and she wondered if she had already gotten herself in trouble. Then he spoke, his voice soothing: "That's all right girl. I am sure you are getting the idea now," he said, the grip of his fingers loosening slightly. "Now...once more...would you like to see what is behind the covering?" "Oh yes Sir, I would," she replied. She turned her face up once more and her eyes held a plea in them as she asked, "May I undo your slacks so that I can see what's beneath them?" Still explicit, Aylee?
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