future scenes. She would still need some measure of conditioning. He had her stand there for a good four minutes before her patience had been tested and she looked over her shoulder. He didn’t speak and it was at least another two minutes before she broke. He was actually impressed with her patience.
“Are you going to say something?”
“I wasn’t aware I had to. Maybe you are confused as to what your role is here.” Crest pushed forward, away from the sink and casually strolled to where she was standing. He walked around her and placed himself marginally to the side so that the lone ray of sun was still making contact with her skin. The fire had died down, although he was confident it wasn’t the cool air that had Jessie’s nipples stiff. He purposefully reached out his hand and stopped inches from where one of the peaks practically begged for his touch. Her eyes had followed his movement and she’d stopped breathing. When he dropped his hand back down to his side, she finally exhaled. “Your gaze will always be on me—not what I’m doing, unless I give instructions to the contrary. I’ve already told you that this isn’t a game to me. I won’t repeat myself. It’s simple. Your body is mine from this moment on and I will ensure that you receive what you need in every way and detail. At any time you wish to end this, you just say it. No coded words. Stop means stop. I can’t read your mind, although at times you think I might. I pay attention. I will take your word for it. Know that there is the very real possibility I may say I don’t want to proceed. In which case, it all stops. I’m a man of my word.”
Jessie’s eyes were glued to his, her arousal evident with each passing second. Her pupils were almost covering the beautiful color of her irises and the flush that now stained her cheeks had nothing to do with awakening. The artery in her neck pounded with the beat of her heart and he imagined she could feel it in her clit as well. Crest stepped back, taking pleasure in her beauty and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do any scene justice with the time restraint they’d been given this morning. But he could undeniably get her into the mindset of being his and give her something to think about as he drove them back to the city.
“Spread your legs and place your wrists at the small of your back.” Crest wanted to see her cream glisten on her inner thighs before releasing her from this position. He wanted to know that she craved the feeling of release and the anticipation of when it would come from his implement, his hand, or his cock. “You’ll stay like that until I decide it’s time to leave.”
A small frown marred Jessie’s brow as she shifted her stance so that her feet were shoulder width apart. As she reached behind her to place her hands where he’d instructed, her breasts were pushed out the way he’d intended. He reached out and with two fingers tilted her chin upward with a directive to keep her gaze forward. When she was positioned exactly to his specifications he left her there while he finished putting away the other items he’d used. By the time he’d repacked his bag and had it zipped shut the only thing left to do was fold the blanket that was on the couch. He would leave the one afghan on the window and make certain that a message was sent to his old friend that his cabin had been used recently due to unforeseen circumstance.
Crest leaned back against the wooden door and crossed an ankle in what appeared to be a relaxing stance. His hardened cock was straining against the zipper of his denim, but he wouldn’t allow his discomfort to get in the way of her novice submissive training. This wasn’t one of the women he had vanilla sex with and she certainly meant more to him than the rare women who simply liked to partake in his predilection. He had no doubt that her body was prepared for what he wanted to do, but her mindset wasn’t anywhere near where it needed to
“Are you going to say something?”
“I wasn’t aware I had to. Maybe you are confused as to what your role is here.” Crest pushed forward, away from the sink and casually strolled to where she was standing. He walked around her and placed himself marginally to the side so that the lone ray of sun was still making contact with her skin. The fire had died down, although he was confident it wasn’t the cool air that had Jessie’s nipples stiff. He purposefully reached out his hand and stopped inches from where one of the peaks practically begged for his touch. Her eyes had followed his movement and she’d stopped breathing. When he dropped his hand back down to his side, she finally exhaled. “Your gaze will always be on me—not what I’m doing, unless I give instructions to the contrary. I’ve already told you that this isn’t a game to me. I won’t repeat myself. It’s simple. Your body is mine from this moment on and I will ensure that you receive what you need in every way and detail. At any time you wish to end this, you just say it. No coded words. Stop means stop. I can’t read your mind, although at times you think I might. I pay attention. I will take your word for it. Know that there is the very real possibility I may say I don’t want to proceed. In which case, it all stops. I’m a man of my word.”
Jessie’s eyes were glued to his, her arousal evident with each passing second. Her pupils were almost covering the beautiful color of her irises and the flush that now stained her cheeks had nothing to do with awakening. The artery in her neck pounded with the beat of her heart and he imagined she could feel it in her clit as well. Crest stepped back, taking pleasure in her beauty and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do any scene justice with the time restraint they’d been given this morning. But he could undeniably get her into the mindset of being his and give her something to think about as he drove them back to the city.
“Spread your legs and place your wrists at the small of your back.” Crest wanted to see her cream glisten on her inner thighs before releasing her from this position. He wanted to know that she craved the feeling of release and the anticipation of when it would come from his implement, his hand, or his cock. “You’ll stay like that until I decide it’s time to leave.”
A small frown marred Jessie’s brow as she shifted her stance so that her feet were shoulder width apart. As she reached behind her to place her hands where he’d instructed, her breasts were pushed out the way he’d intended. He reached out and with two fingers tilted her chin upward with a directive to keep her gaze forward. When she was positioned exactly to his specifications he left her there while he finished putting away the other items he’d used. By the time he’d repacked his bag and had it zipped shut the only thing left to do was fold the blanket that was on the couch. He would leave the one afghan on the window and make certain that a message was sent to his old friend that his cabin had been used recently due to unforeseen circumstance.
Crest leaned back against the wooden door and crossed an ankle in what appeared to be a relaxing stance. His hardened cock was straining against the zipper of his denim, but he wouldn’t allow his discomfort to get in the way of her novice submissive training. This wasn’t one of the women he had vanilla sex with and she certainly meant more to him than the rare women who simply liked to partake in his predilection. He had no doubt that her body was prepared for what he wanted to do, but her mindset wasn’t anywhere near where it needed to
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