Page 47 of The High Price Of Loneliness

Gray kissed her softly on the cheek and released her with a simple, “Yes.”

Angelica climbed gracefully off the bed and rushed to the bathroom, anxious to see what Edward had ordered especially for her to wear that evening. But even more, she was still tingling and ached with excitement to feel his touch again, to feel the waves of pleasure that only he could bring to her. Her voice trailed across the hallway as she went. “I will hurry, sir!”

He was smiling as he left the Playroom door wide open for her return and walked the long hallway to his room to change clothes.

Angelica discovered the bathroom lights were already on but dimmed to about fifty percent brightness for her. The most elegant midnight blue lace robe was hanging behind the bathroom door, awaiting her discovery. Angelica smiled as she held the long and flowing fabric in her hand. The material was the most delicate complex pattern and varied throughout the garment.So very elegant and sophisticated like my host and sir, Mr. Gray, she thought as she began undressing, eager to see what it would look like.

It did not disappoint. Angelica looked stunning in the sheer robe, and while it did not leave much to the imagination, it added a touch of class and chic fashion to her gorgeous figure draped inside. After one turn to peek at herself from behind in the mirror, she left to head back to the Playroom and take her place in First Position for her sir.

Kneeling on the bed with knees shoulder width apart, she thought,Now sitting down on my heels, resting and hands on my knees, palms up. Simple. But as she waited alone in the Red Playroom, her anticipation grew. She felt her heart pumping harder with nervous tension as she symbolically offered herself to her sir. There was something powerfully primal about giving herself to Edward—like this. She would not have long to wait.

She heard the quiet jiggle of the doorknob as Edward entered the Playroom and closed it behind him with a clear and solid “click” as it shut. He did not speak as she maintained her pose, her gaze transfixed straight ahead. Next, she heard Edward removing something from one of the dresser drawers. Then she could feel him standing directly behind her.

Leaning into her ear slowly, his deep and sexy voice broke the silence as he said, “May I touch you?” He always requested her consent.

“Yes, sir,” she said nervously, still feeling tension and excitement growing between them while in First Position. Gray touched her long blonde hair first. He stroked and ran his fingers through it before moving it to one side to bare her neck. Next, he reached his hand around her, placing his leather-gloved grip firmly on her throat, not squeezing or choking her at all but firmly taking control of her with his hand as he said, “Are you going to be a good girl this evening… and do what Mr. Gray tells you to do?”

Her body had tensed up the moment he walked in the room, but with each step he took, with the arrival of his mighty hand wrapped entirely around her slender neck and now his deep voice seeking consent in her ear, she trembled as she spoke shakily, “Yes, sir.” He felt her breathing hard and the shakes from her nervous tension rising.

Before relieving the pressure, he decided to add to the fire and said, “I’m going to take my time tonight. I want to make you ache and quiver and then beg me over and over for permission before I let you finally cum for me tonight. I want to take you there, to the very edge of bliss and relief, only to bring you back down, then build you back up to your limits and hear you beg for permission again and again. But tonight is about learning the power within your loins like never before. I want you to climax so hard for me tonight that you shake and cry, not in pain, not from sorrow but crying out from pleasure as you have never, ever felt before. It is called ‘edging,’ Ms. Hart, and I want you to do your best not to let me down.” He added, “Do you understand me?”

Still quivering with tension and anticipation, Angelica said shakily, “Yes, sir.” She was in sweet agony, not from sitting on her heels in First Position, which was easy enough, but from his power over her soul with his voice and touch. She was shivering like she was outside on a freezing winter’s day in that sheer robe, even though it was cozy, warm, and safe inside. She shook as she answered, “Yes, sir. I will do my best, sir.”

She felt his hand loosen and then release her neck with instructions. “Put on your black silk blindfold,” he said as he laid it across her open palm.

Still trembling with anticipation, she replied, “Yes, sir.” The blindfold was uber soft and padded for comfort, with an elastic band to keep it securely in place. She slipped it on and was suddenly immersed in total darkness in his world, guided only by his voice and touch.

Gray moved closer to her ear, guiding her further, and said, “Next, I want you to lean completely forward with your head down and that gorgeous heart-shaped ass of yours up.” She complied and felt him lift her lace robe up and onto her back, so she was fully exposed and available to him. “Excellent,” he said, encouraging her when she was head down and ass up for him. His warm hands caressed her hips and then down the outsides of her legs before lightly tracing the curve of her inner thighs back up to her very moist and aching center. She longed for his touch. She daydreamed about his voice and how he guided her, but to have him explore her this vulnerable and exposed had her heart racing with anticipation.

With his hands guiding her hips, he instructed, “Now roll to your side and then fully onto your back for me.” Gray’s voice was gentle but firm. She complied with the help of his hands so that she would open to him. With her knees bent and spread wide open for him still near the edge of the bed, Gray knelt on the floor before her so that her mound was at eye level with his voracious appetite. She always loved it when Edward asked, “May I taste you?” seeking her consent.

“Yes, sir,” was only a whisper preceding her first moan. She ached aloud with the arrival of his talented tongue. Then, softly, and delicately, he traced her lips to the top and gently pulled her slightly more open with his fingertips. Gray exposed her most sensitive area as his tongue circled and flicked endlessly. She was full of anticipation and nervous energy from a full day of worry about First Position training. Her pent-up energy and stress about slave training were finally released as those emotions and tensions came flowing out of her almost instantly.

Angelica twisted on the bed, gripping the red satin sheets with both hands and urgently cried out and pleaded, “Please, sir, may I cum?” Gray replaced his tongue on her clit with just the tip of his finger to keep the stroke alive and her tension at the edge of release so he could speak and tease her as he said, “Already?”

“Yes, please!” came the second request from Angelica as she lifted her head off the bed, slightly trembling with the first waves of her climax already rushing through her body.

The permission she had begged for came finally from the only voice she longed for. Edward released her with, “Yes, you may cum long and hard for me.”

He replaced his finger strokes with his tongue, stroking her fully while he inserted the tips of two fingers into her creamy and aching pussy. He stroked her G-spot gently with his fingers while keeping her peak alive with his tongue repeatedly. He orchestrated the strokes of his fingers and tongue so perfectly timed with the rhythm of the waves crashing through her that she felt that he was part of her. Their energy was powerfully in tune, again and again. Her waves crashed through her until it was so overwhelming, she had to stop. Finally, it was too much as she held her hand up in the gesture of “stop” with her palm towards Edward and mumbled “red” in a loud aching voice.

Edward stopped stroking her instantly and gently placed the palm of his warm hand on her mound to help wind her down. Then, grounding her with his energy, his voice said only, “Breathe. Just breathe.”

Her body was still locked tight from the intensity of her climax, but the unbearable intensity had now passed, and she felt her heart still racing.

He watched over her with care and said, “Are you ok, Kitten?”

Angelica breathed deeply but shakily once before she could speak. “Yes … sir, but it was so intense this time. You kept going when I was already at my very peak. It was just a little too overwhelming,” she explained feeling drained but warm and glowing now.

She heard him rise from kneeling and move next to her on the bed as he requested, “Come up further on the bed towards the pillows and lie next to me.” She complied and found his chest and shoulder with her head to nuzzle next to him, arms and legs wrapped easily and instantly to cuddle with her sir. “Safe from the world is how I feel when I am with you, Edward,” she said softly.

He squeezed her gently and asked, “Feeling back to normal now?” She pressed her nose into his ear to whisper, “I’m still floating, sir.”

Gray was happiest when she was content. He encouraged her progress and said, “I am very proud of you, Kitten. You have come such a long way in such a short time.”

She loved hearing his words of affirmation and positive energy about anything big or small. But mostly, it was how he spoke to her kindly. She felt cherished by Edward, which powered her devotion to him.

Gray shared a revelation and said, “You felt different tonight. Did you notice what happened?”

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