Page 43 of Truth

I opened my eyes, the long, straight beams of his ceiling in my direct line of sight. I couldn’t see him, only feel.

He didn’t release his hold on my hair as his other hand snaked up my dress. I gasped as his fingers came in contact with my damp panties.

“Does my pulling your hair make you wet, Brianna? Do you like that?”

It was impossible to nod given the tight hold he had on my hair. “Yes.”

Stephan continued to rub up and down over my sensitive flesh. All too soon, the pressure began to build, and I knew my orgasm was approaching.

“You aren’t to come until I say, Brianna.”

I closed my eyes, trying to hold off what I knew was coming. My body felt overheated, like I was wearing a snow suit on a warm summer day. His lips brushed my skin along the edge of my dress above my breast moments before he moved the clingy fabric out of the way with his teeth. Ignoring my bra, he placed his mouth over my nipple and sucked. The sensation had me crying out.

Seconds later, two of his fingers dipped beneath my panties and plunged inside me. I held on for dear life. It was too much. Too much.

He blew on the wet fabric covering my nipple, and a shiver ran through me. This one had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the wonderful things he was doing to my body.

He loosened his grip on my hair slightly, but I could still feel the controlling tug of his hand.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I opened my eyes and glanced toward him.

His eyes were dark with arousal. It was a look that used to scare me, but it didn’t from him. Not anymore. Instead, the sight only increased the tension building between my legs to the point where it was almost unbearable. I was trying to obey, to not come before he said. But it was becoming difficult. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold on.

“Come,” he whispered as he scraped his thumb against my clit and bit down on my nipple.

It was as if the world exploded into little shards of glass. I screamed, riding out my orgasm.

Stephan

I would never, ever get tired of seeing Brianna climax, feeling her body quake beneath my hands. She collapsed under her own weight, and I caught her before she lost her balance. I didn’t want her falling to the floor and hurting herself.

Resting her head on my shoulder, I massaged her back and neck as her breathing returned to normal. The events of this evening gave me hope. Hope for our future. Whether Brianna realized it or not, she’d just proven that she could be what I needed in a submissive. Now it was up to her to decide if it was what she wanted for her life.

We sat there for almost half an hour, her arms wrapped around my neck, my hands rubbing her back. It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my evening. Unfortunately, I would have to break the spell that had encompassed us.

“How do you feel?” I asked, sliding my hand up into her hair and grazing my fingers over her scalp.

She burrowed her head further into my shoulder.

“Good.” Her response was muffled by my shirt, but I understood her.

“Does your head hurt at all?”

She shook her head. “No.”

I realized she was blushing, and kissed the side of her head. “Does the fact that you like when I pull your hair embarrass you?”

Brianna didn’t answer right away, and her fingers went to work on the buttons of my dress shirt. I held her and waited.

“I shouldn’t like that,” she whispered.

I couldn’t stand not being able to see her face any longer, so I shifted us so I could look into her eyes as I spoke. “What makes you think you shouldn’t like it?”

She glanced down. I tapped under her chin, and she looked back up at me. “I don’t like... pain.” The last word came out strangled.

I brushed my fingers from her temple to her chin and back, never taking my eyes off her. “What you went through, from what you’ve told me... from the evidence I’ve seen on your body...” I sighed, trying not to let the anger those thoughts evoked in me take over. “What was done to you was extreme. There are very few people who would actually enjoy the level of pain you endured.”

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