Rich Tapestry by Ashe Barker

and accepted. Holy fucking shit!
    “Open your legs. Spread your knees as wide as you can then use your fingers to part the lips surrounding your clit. I want you to show it to me.”
    I’m still reeling from the impact of this heady cocktail of sensations and impressions as Dan issues this command. He is truly a master of timing.
    This time I don’t hesitate. Drawing my finger from his mouth, I shuffle on the mat until my knees are as wide apart as I can comfortably get them, before using the fingers of both my hands to gently part the folds of sensitive flesh which are no longer fully concealing my clitoris. I lean back slightly, thrusting my hips forward to better display the pink, swollen bud to him. His eyes drop from my face to my clit, and I watch his slight smile as he surveys the effect of his words so far.
    “Not a submissive? Sweetheart, you are a submissive, right down to your bones. All I’ve done is explain a few rules to you and ask you to stroke yourself, and your clit is glistening, so sweet and hot and swollen. You’re a submissive little slut, Summer. Aren’t you?”
    His tone is infinitely soft now, gentle, little more than a whisper. But the compulsion to respond is not diminished even slightly. I should be stung by his choice of words, but I’m not. In this moment I feel like a slut. His slut. I’d do anything he asked. And I’m ready to beg him for everything I need.
    “Please… Please, Sir…”
    “Please what, Summer?”
    “I don’t know. I’m not sure. Would you…?”
    “Would I what? Remember, be explicit. Say exactly what it is you want me to do.”
    Any remaining shreds of modesty evaporate in the face of my towering need. I say it. “Stroke my clit. Please.”
    His smile is gentle. “Soon. I’ll lick it too. Would you like that, do you think?”
    I nod wordlessly. Please.
    “But first, you stroke it. You stroke it while I watch you. Show me what you like. See if you can make yourself come for me.”
    I can’t do that. I have a hard enough time making myself come in the privacy of my bathroom or under my sheets. Surely I can’t do it here, in the glare of overhead strip lighting, with a man I only met an hour ago watching my every move. Except, it seems I can. Or at least, I might be able to. No more able to disobey than I could sprout wings and fly, I slowly caress my clit, circling and stroking the sensitive nub, then rubbing from side to side. I switch, now caressing from front to back. I take it between my fingers and squeeze, applying just enough pressure to cause discomfort before I relax my grip.
    “Do that again, but this time, make it hurt.”
    His softly issued command directs my fingers. I probe, sliding between my slick folds to once more grip and squeeze. This time I tug as well, my teeth grinding together as the tender bud throbs painfully under my touch.
    “Harder. Don’t stop.”
    He urges me on and I obey, my eyes now closed as I concentrate on the riot of sensation in my pussy. Clenching, twisting, spasming, all my nerve endings seem to coalesce at that point between my fingertips.
    At last, when I feel I can bear it no longer, he whispers in my ear, “Let me take over.”
    I release my grip and find myself lifted from the floor. He must have moved from the couch while my eyes were closed and has been crouching alongside me. He slips one arm under my knees and the other across my back to steady me as he lifts me onto the sofa. He’s now kneeling in front of me and without further words, he parts my thighs. I open willingly and whimper in grateful relief as he leans in to draw the tip of his tongue along my engorged and greedy clit.
    I thrust my hips forward sharply. He uses his thumbs to part the folds as I used my fingers just a few moments ago, but there the similarity ends. He leans in again and takes my clit into his mouth. He sucks, flicking the end with his tongue. I cry out, the sensation is so overwhelming. He lightly grazes his teeth over the