Page 39 of Rebellion

“Tell me Angelina, or you won’t get what your greedy plump pussy is begging for.” His finger stopped directly over my clit.

I moaned a tiny bit and then cleared my throat. “A Dom’s job is to bring pleasure to her subs.”

As soon as I started speaking his fingers flicked across my clit then began a long slide up and down, wetting both himself and my flesh. “Good. Keep going.”

“I...”

He circled my clit and I lost all my words.

“Ah, ah. Don’t stop talking.” He gave me one more stroke and paused again putting pressure right where I wanted it.

I swallowed and tried again. “I’m not sure what else to say.”

“Well you’d better think of something if you want to come.”

“Oh. Dios Mio. Okay, umm, a Domme’s job is to find out what makes her subs tick.”

I was rewarded for that with a rhythmic slide over my clit. “A Domme’s job is to help her sub overcome anxiety by building trust.”

“Mmm-hmm. What else?” Sir’s other hand went under my shirt and into my bra. He matched the tempo of his hand between my legs over my nipple.

“Oh, yes. That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t if you don’t.”

Crap. My body was taking over and I’d never been good at staying aware of anything but the pleasure when I was getting so close.

“Please make me come.”

Sir withdrew his hand and smacked my pussy. “That is not the answer to my question.”

“A Domme’s job,” my voice had jumped an octave, “is to, to, to...”

Sir’s hand went back inside my panties and into my wet channel. His fingers felt big and I pushed against him trying to draw him further into me.

“...is to fuck her subs.”

That must have been the right answer because Sir finger fucked me then, pounding into my pussy, finding that spot deep inside that made me explode.

I cried out, any words completely lost in translation from consciousness to overwhelming pleasure. Sir drew out the orgasm, pulling pulse after pulse from my body until I lay exhausted and sated against his chest.

“You’re absolutely stunning when you come, Angel.”

“I...”

“Shh. Close your eyes but listen.”

I nodded and allowed the lovely afterglow to consume me.

“A Dominant’s job is all those things, and I’m glad you understand. But you’ve failed this first exercise, because a Dom’s job is also to ignore his or her own pleasure and focus on her sub.”

I kept my eyes closed but whispered. “How was I supposed to focus with your hand doing all those lovely things.”

“It’s what we must do. Do you think when I get my cock inside of you it won’t feel fucking amazing to me?”

“Will it?”

“You know it will, and when I’m pumping inside of you, so close to coming I can taste it, I must still be able to focus on you.”

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