Page 17 of Becoming

She’s beginning to understand. Mistress continued to stroke in slow, torturous strokes as she kept the whip moving sensually across Cassidy’s nipples. Cassidy’s hip began to move in rhythm sending electric currents to already aching parts of Mistress’s body. As Cassidy’s breathing became erratic, Mistress knew she was close. She increased the speed of her strokes, and at just the right moment, she snapped the whip, hard, across Cassidy’s breasts.

Cassidy yelled and thrashed. Legs tried to close but were held open by ropes. The vision proved to be Mistress’s breaking point. She needed to be fucked by Cassidy or she would explode. And, not in the good way. Her eyes were trained on that cock that she could practically feel inside of her right now and she licked her lips in anticipation.

“In my opinion,” Mistress began, warring with herself to give in to everything she wanted. “People have it all wrong. Even those who are deeply into this stuff.” Cassidy had a charmingly confused look on her face, so Mistress explained. “This Dom/Sub lifestyle. Everyone assumes that the Sub is weak and that it is the Dom that is in control.”

She chuckled lightly when Cassidy looked pointedly at her wrists and ankles and raised a brow. She gave her a playful flick of the whip but located it very precisely. Cassidy moaned with pleasure as the fringe caught her clit.

“One word, Cassidy. That’s all it takes from you that could stop all of this. You have the power to leave me wanting. And, oh god, do I want you. If you could only feel how wet I am for you.” Another groan from Cassidy nearly had Mistress fidgeting. “If you break the rules, you get punished, but there’s always a reward for you at the end. If I do something you don’t like, one word and it’s over for me. No rewards. So, you see? You have the power here. You are allowing me to do these things to you. I wouldn’t be able to do them without your permission.”

Mistress started unfastening her corset. There was no denying what she wanted from Cassidy. She made the rules. If she wanted to fuck someone, that was her right. She didn’t think Cassidy would object. The corset comes off and her full breasts spill out, captivating Cassidy. Of course, Mistress didn’t mind having her rosy-tipped nipples stared at by this woman. It made her feel wanted. Yet, even though she made the rules, there were still rules. She paused in taking off her leather pants until Cassidy finally looked up at her.

“Paying attention?” she smirked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re not to move. If you move your hips, I will stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Cassidy responded after a second’s hesitation.

That was as convincing as my understanding of what’s happening here, Mistress thought sardonically. Nevertheless, she continued to undress until she stood in front of Cassidy completely naked. It was the first time since Samantha since anyone had seen her like this. That would have been more daunting if Cassidy didn’t look as though she could start drooling at any moment. Mistress never stopped taking care of her body and was proud of her femininity. As long as Cassidy didn’t focus on Mistress’s back, things would be okay. She was quite confident she could keep Cassidy’s attention elsewhere.

Mistress crawled up on the bed until she was straddling Cassidy. She knew the woman beneath her could feel the heat radiating from her center, and praised her silently for her control.

A soft touch started on Cassidy’s cheek and moved down her neck. She tweaked Cassidy’s nipples hard, before moving her hand down between them. Taking the ‘cock’ in her hand, she guided it to her opening.

“Don’t move,” she reminded Cassidy before sinking down onto her. She’s so wet the dildo slid in easily, and she moaned in ecstasy. Cassidy moaned in response but still managed not to move. Impressive.

Unable to keep her own body from moving, Mistress lifted her hips and impaled herself on Cassidy once again. Being watched with such intensity only heightened her passion as she moved her hips back and forth, her clit rubbing against Cassidy’s chiseled stomach with each stroke. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with the thrusts, effectively holding Cassidy’s enraptured attention.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” Mistress rasped, hearing the change in Cassidy’s breathing. It was a lot to ask for, she knew, if Cassidy was feeling even a fraction of what Mistress felt. Her hand clutched at Cassidy, and she dug her fingernails digging into her stomach as her breath hitched. So close.

She fell forward, enticing Cassidy with her swaying tits. When she felt Cassidy’s hot mouth suck in one of her nipples, she gasped loudly. Using her left hand to hold herself up, she tangled her right hand in Cassidy’s hair and pulled her closer. She needed more, and Cassidy responded by biting her nipple hard. That sensation of that pain with the pleasure that she was feeling having Cassidy inside her had a strikingly fierce orgasm racing to be released. She bucked wildly and slammed her body down on Cassidy’s hard and fast.

“Move!” she cried out. “Fuck me!”

There was absolutely no hesitation in Cassidy as she brought her hips up with strong thrusts, giving Mistress everything she needed. Flesh slapped against flesh, rough and fast, and the sound was intoxicating.

“Now! Come with me!”

Cassidy let go with a roar that reverberated through Mistress, causing her to come hard. She squeezed Cassidy’s breasts as she rode out the last waves of an orgasm that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Something else happened that she had never felt before. A warmth flowed from her and washed over Cassidy. Mistress had a moment of embarrassment until she realized Cassidy climaxed again.

Depleted—literally—by the power of what just happened, Mistress collapsed on top of an awfully triumphant Sub. She let out a small sigh and weakly reached up to release Cassidy’s hands. She tensed almost involuntarily when Cassidy immediately wrapped her arms around her. She would have loved to lay there and be held by her incredible lover… she sighed silently. She’s not your lover. This is your job. It was an ugly thought, especially since what just happened between them felt nothing like a job. It felt… real.

Gingerly she dislodged herself from the woman beneath her, and rolled off the bed and shuffled to the bathroom. The least she could do was clean up the mess she left behind. Armed with a warm, wet washcloth, she came back into the room. She was surprised to see Cassidy’s ankles still shackled to the bed. Maybe she was afraid to untie herself. Mistress didn’t like the idea that Cassidy could be afraid of her. She placed the washcloth on Cassidy’s tummy and proceeded to untie her, gently rubbing the redness that was left behind on her skin.

Once that was finished, she began wiping Cassidy clean. “I got you all messy,” she said quietly. It still surprised and embarrassed her that she had that reaction. She hadn’t known her body was even capable of that.

“That’s quite all right. I enjoyed it immensely.” Cassidy grinned sincerely.

“So did I,” Mistress answered just as honestly. She brushed the washcloth over the small, red welts left behind by the whip. Had she been too harsh? The thought of hurting Cassidy made her unbelievably sad.

“Kiss me,” Cassidy whispered.

Her hand stilled. She wanted to. Oh, God, she wanted to so badly. But she couldn’t let herself get emotionally involved.

“I can’t.”

“Against the rules?”