Page 85 of At Her Will

“Keep breathing with me, Rev. Imagine your breath, your life energy, coming up through those centers, to your crown chakra and above it, to the energy of the Universe, and let that energy fill you as you exhale.”

When she straightened, he was with her. Gazing at her with a double helix of calm focus and sexual furor which reflected her own state.

She drew herself off of him, holding him with her muscles until the very last scintillating friction of his head against her slick tissues. When she went back to her knees next to him, his lips were parted, still damp from her mouth, his gaze clinging to her.

It took a few more breaths before she was steady enough to resume the design, especially since her next canvas was around his tempting cock, bathed in her own aroused scent.

She did a teardrop and arch design over the base, against the newly shaved skin. She put a mandala around his navel. Then she laid her hand over his heart and sternum.

“Every one of these has multiple meanings. This one, the heart chakra, is associated with the desire to serve, and compassion. It’s your center, Rev. I’m doing a mandala here, too.”

“What the mandala mean?”

She loved the sound of his voice when he was in a deep sea of arousal. It was a song meant just for her.

“The short response is the Universe.” She put several rings around it, adding flowers on either side, with the close humps around the central petals. At the base of his throat, she did another arch, with the tear drops raining above it.

She sat back.

“You gonna keep going, Mistress?” Rev’s light brown eyes were filled with her. He was still on that plateau with her, a mix of heavy arousal and stillness. “It feel like you want to.”

“I do, but no, I’m done with the front. I’m resisting the urge to do too much.” She knew her look held some of the ferocity she was feeling. “Dommes tend to have a strong urge to mark their territory.”

She set aside her tools, rose, and returned to her chair. While he watched her, held down by the restraint of the wet fragrant paste, she propped her foot once again on the stool. His cock became stiffer at the view. Its involuntary movements might affect the design, but that didn’t bother her. Each time she looked upon it before it faded, she’d know how and why it had been altered.

“What are you thinking, Rev?”

“I’ve never felt owned by no one except God.”

“Does this conflict with that?”

“No. It feels…balanced. A line between Heaven and Earth, kind of like how you done drawn it on me.” He glanced down, his chest muscles shifting slightly.

“Do you have any difficulties standing for long periods, Rev?” He bore some of the scars she’d expect for an active man. Nothing that suggested severe injury, but because his job was physically demanding, there could be repetitive motion damage.

“No, Mistress. I’m on my feet most the time.”

“Moving on your feet and standing still for a long period can be different. Tell me if anything starts to hurt. If you injure yourself, you can’t serve me, can you? Not as well.”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. Stand carefully, and move back under the hook.”

When he did, she brought the rope ends back. She had him lift his arms straight out to his sides and then wrapped the rope over each hand to help him hold the arms up. “Don’t straighten your knees too much. It can cut off your blood flow and make you pass out.”

She had to resist the urge to brush her thighs against his cock. She might decide to close the gap between their bodies and really ruin the set of the henna.

Fortunately, she had a new canvas to distract her. His back. She retrieved her paste and moved behind him, gaze sweeping the drum tight buttocks and broad shoulders, and what was in between. The next mandala went on the base of his spine. From there she created a serpent trail of dots and circles, winding her way up that path. At the center of his back, where the heart chakra was, the mandala she created radiated outward like a sun.

The work drew her in, everything quiet again except the rush of the gas logs, and the clicks and shifts of her house. Rev kept his head up, his body straight. Even without his eyes upon her,his attention circled her as if they were dancing with clasped hands.

Applying henna was a very intimate process. If he’d been holding and kissing her, she would have felt as connected to him as she did right now. She considered the last design, for the base of his neck. The chakra for intuition, communication and expression was there.

She did two vertical lines, flooding them with the henna, then did the same horizontally. A cross. She wroteJohn 13:34in cursive beside it on one side, a flower chain on the other that went around to touch his collar bone. As she did it, the quote went through her mind.

A new command I give to you, that you love one another.

She put her hand over the unmarked part of his shoulder, and thought about the command to love. Jesus was the ultimate Dom, knowing all, protecting those under his care.

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