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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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