Page 2 of Mind Game

She stands there for several long minutes, and despite the armor of impassivity that she works so hard to keep in place, I can see the internal conflict rage through her as she considers her options.Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, and I half hope she decides to slap me again.I’d love nothing more than to take her over my knee and break that stubborn will of hers.But she finally takes a deep breath and says, “Okay.You can call me Avalon.”

I lift my eyebrow in surprise.Somehow, I thought she’d go with schiava, but I’m pleased at her choice.“As you wish, Avalon,” I say deliberately.“Now show me your striptease.”

Her eyes widen.“But…I don’t have any music,” she says, sidestepping the command.She’s clearly uncomfortable with the idea of stripping for me, but she’s trying hard not to admit it.

“They’re making an exception to the no-music rule for this event, although you still won’t be able to access the internet or your own personal cell phone to download songs.After we’re finished here, you can go downstairs and peruse the music library provided by the hotel to choose your song for tonight, but for now, I just want to see your moves.No music.Strip.”

She looks at me with a brief hint of desperation in her gorgeous green eyes, and then she tilts her chin up and slowly removes her shoes.It has all the sex appeal of someone preparing for the guillotine.With her eyes downcast, she slowly begins to unbutton the sleeveless red blouse she’s wearing.

“Avalon!This is supposed to be erotic.Seduce me.Show me what you have.Make me want it.Make me desperate for it.”

She nods and tries again, but her embarrassment gets the best of her, and she refuses to look at me as she continues unbuttoning her shirt, although her hips are now swaying enticingly.

I sigh with exasperation.“Come here.”

Her eyes meet mine in bewilderment, but she obediently moves to stand in front of me.

“You’re obviously shy about this,” I say, my voice laced with understanding.She relaxes a little.

“I am,” she admits.

I take her hands in mine.“As your Dom, it’s my job to help you overcome whatever obstacles and insecurities get in the way of you obeying without hesitation, and to sometimes help you do things you’re not entirely comfortable with.Your desire to please me has to be stronger than your fear or anxiety about doing something.Do you understand that?”

She nods, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Good.”I stand up and go to the dresser, pulling out a black blindfold.“I’ve noticed things are easier for you when you can hide behind the security of the blindfold, so we’ll start with you blindfolded.”

Although she’s a master at controlling her facial expressions, her eyes always give her away, and I hate not being able to read what’s going through her head.But what she needs right now is to focus on her body and the way she feels without distraction or self-consciousness.She stands motionless as I move behind her and tie the blindfold over her eyes.

Still behind her, I skim my hands down her sides.“Feel how seductive your body is, its curves and movements.”I grip her hips and begin to rock them gently from side to side.After a moment, she relaxes and lets me take over.I roll her hips in a silent rhythm—side to side, front to back, and then in unhurried, erotic circles.

“Now lift your arms over your head,” I murmur in her ear, still rotating her pelvis.“Slowly.Seductively.Keep them there.”She obeys, her arms over her head as she gyrates her hips with the guidance of my hands.

“That’s right, baby,” I encourage her.She’s feeling it now, her hips undulating sensuously.“Grind it.Shake it.Twerk it.Move just like you’re on my cock.”

She stops cold.I reach around to tweak her nipples, and she squeaks in surprise.

“Focus!”I admonish her.

I grasp her hips again and press my crotch against her tight little bottom.Then with one hand splayed against her abdomen, I hold her to me as I move her hips to mirror mine until we’re dancing together, our bodies rippling sinuously.After a few minutes, I let go and stand back.

“Now make a circle with your hips as you go all the way down to the ground.That’s it.Stay there.Now straighten your legs as you’re bent over with your ass sticking out.More.”

She obediently thrusts her sweet little ass back farther, and I give it a light smack.“Perfect.Now stand up slowly without bending your legs.”

She complies, and my cock throbs at the seductive move.I pull her back against me, and our hips begin to roll together again.She’s getting the hang of it now, her ass grinding against my pelvis like she was born for it.

We stop, and I remove the blindfold, turning her to face me.She blinks at me in surprise as if she doesn’t quite know how she got here.“Now you’ve got the moves,” I say approvingly.“Let’s work on the stripping part.Without the blindfold.”

I sit down on the couch and lean back comfortably, one ankle casually crossed over my knee.“Remove your clothes leisurely.Seductively.Tease me.But keep eye contact with me the entire time.That’s important.In fact, every time you look down, I’m going to spank you to help you remember.”

She swallows hard.

“Begin.”

She lasts about two minutes—long enough for her to unbutton her blouse and ease it off her shoulders and lower the straps of her bra before she becomes self-conscious and her lashes flutter down.

“Come here.”The command is quiet but unmistakable.I meant what I said.

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