Page 20 of Becoming

“Don’t lie to me, Cassidy. One more lie and this is over.” It wasn’t the rules, but she wouldn’t condone being lied to.

“Tonight was the first time I considered it,” Cassidy confessed in a hurry. “I thought you lied to me. I thought you never wanted to see me again. I thought I had done something wrong to drive you away. I waited for you every day. When you didn’t show up it…” The pause spoke volumes. “I considered it, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do this without you. I don’t care about the lifestyle if it’s not with you, Mistress.”

Speechless and sorrowful at what could never be, it was Mistress who shed a tear this time. “Don’t turn around,” she commanded, her voice rough with emotion. Her need for this woman was dangerous and thrilling. And, she was coming to find, addictive. Her pussy ached to be filled by Cassidy. To feel her pounding deep inside her, making her forget how bad it used to be. Suddenly, her clothes were too restricting, and she peeled them off as quickly as she could. “Stay facing forward. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Cassidy’s voice cracked as Mistress pressed her breasts into Cassidy’s back. Nipples hardened achingly as she reached around Cassidy to stroke her cock. Mistress had been more than pleased to see her Sub had come prepared again tonight. She jerked Cassidy off as the trussed woman watched. Wanting to watch herself, Mistress pressed a hidden button, revealing a mirror directly in front of them.

“Watch me jerk you off,” she commanded, barely recognizing the hunger in her voice. She teased Cassidy by nearly pulling it out completely until Cassidy was stretched by the thick knob of the double-sided dildo. She would then thrust it back in harshly, causing Cassidy to lose her breath. With her free hand, she caressed her Sub’s rock-hard nipples with the crop. She knew the simultaneous friction was creating havoc with Cassidy’s body, and she wanted to hear the words. She wanted to know for sure the pain was going to be welcomed.

“Tell me, Cassidy. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it, Mistress. Please.”

Mistress’s nostrils flared with desire, and she slammed the dildo inside Cassidy, grinding her clit with the base. She waited until the precise moment, the intense beginning of the orgasm, to whip the crop across Cassidy’s nipple. A guttural response came from the bound woman before she slumped forward as much as her tied limbs would allow.

“Are you okay?” Mistress could have sworn that Cassidy lost consciousness there for a second.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress smiled at how easy those words seem to come from Cassidy now. She patted her on the ass and moved to the armoire for something a little more aggressive. After picking out her carefully selected choice, she used the stepstool to climb up onto the bed. She shook her head with mirth when Cassidy’s eyes never left her tits. Using a fingertip, she raised Cassidy’s chin until their eyes locked.

“Can you handle more, Cassidy?” she asked, genuinely concerned about giving the newbie too much to handle.

“Yes, Mistress.”

With a nod, Mistress eased the dildo out of Cassidy. What she had in mind had the smaller woman sliding off the bed to stand behind her Sub. She scraped a fingernail across the tattooed back, loving the feeling of rippling muscles as she went. I hope you’re ready for this, Cassidy. She pushed the taller woman lightly until she was bent forward as much as her binds would allow. The same finger that journeyed down Cassidy’s back tracked lower, finding its destination.

“Have you done this before, Cassidy?” Mistress asked when Cassidy gasped. She carefully watched the reaction in the mirror.

Cassidy shook her head. The trepidation was evident, and Mistress wondered if she would say her safe word.

“I’ve never trusted anyone that much,” the young woman answered with a trembling voice.

Stirred by Cassidy’s faith in her, Mistress vowed silently to be as gentle as she could. She reached over and picked up the anal beads she had a sneaky suspicion Cassidy hadn’t noticed yet and began coating them with Cassidy’s wetness.

“Do you trust me?” Mistress asked, holding Cassidy’s gaze in the mirror.

“Yes, Mistress,” Cassidy whispered.

“You can tell me to stop, Cassidy. I will go slow, one bead at a time. If it hurts or makes you uncomfortable, please let me know.” Cassidy merely nodded as Mistress slipped the first small bead into uncharted territory. “Relax,” she coaxed.

Cassidy took a deep breath, and Mistress could feel a slight loosening. In an effort to help calm Cassidy, Mistress started rubbing small circles on her smooth ass cheek. Once the first bead was securely in place with no complaint, Mistress proceeded to slip the slightly larger second bead in. Cassidy pressed her ass back, offering herself even more. Mistress approved, and slipped the third, even larger, bead in.

“Enough,” Cassidy groaned huskily, and Mistress immediately stopped the pressure.

“Do you want me to pull out, Cassidy?”

“No, Mistress. Just give me a minute, please.”

“Of course.” She increased the breadth of her strokes, rubbing hypnotic circles on Cassidy’s ass and back. She waited patiently for Cassidy to get used to the sensation.

“I’m okay,” the younger woman finally pronounced.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Mistress.”

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