Page 9 of Dared
“We’ll use the stoplight system. Say red and I will stop immediately, yellow if you want me to ease up.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The first tap was soft, too soft really, barely moving Luisa’s flesh. The second one was harder as I mentally reviewed the instruction I’d received. When I saw a line of pink rise up where the paddle had landed I damn near gasped in excitement.
Carefully I started to spank Luisa, my movements growing more confident as I went along. Soon her butt cheeks were red with little heart marks scattered across the skin. Seeing that gave me a deep sense of satisfaction.
Knowing that this woman had yielded control to me, that she trusted me enough to keep her safe and not hurt her any more than she wanted to be hurt, it was intoxicating. I’d never felt so powerful, so completely in control of my life. I loved it.
I paused to stroke the marks with my hands and Luisa pushed her ass up to meet my touch. When I slid my fingers between her legs, I was surprised how wet she was already. We clearly had a shared kink, because she seemed as excited as I was about what we’d done. God know my own panties were sopping wet.
“You really like being spanked, don’t you?” I asked, sliding my fingers up and down, spreading her moisture.
“I don’t get turned on by every spanking, if that’s what you’re asking Mistress. Most of the time it’s just stress relief for me, nothing else.”
“And this time?” I couldn’t resist asking.
She tossed me a look over her shoulder. “This time I’m hot for my domme.”
Luisa
A range of emotions crossed across Paula’s face, chief among them surprise.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” I asked softly.
Her eyes bounced between mine, looking for something. Artifice maybe. Confirmation.
“I want you, Luisa,” she finally said, her voice clear and sure.
“Then take me, Mistress.”
Paula pulled me to my feet, then turned me around to face her, arms coming around my shoulders. When her mouth touched mine, we both gasped. Her lips were soft but firm and when she pressed her tongue against the seam of my lips, I eagerly granted her entrance. Paula’s kiss turned rough and dominant, and I loved it.
She walked me backwards towards the bed in the corner, breaking away long enough to give me a little shove. I dropped onto the mattress, watching as Paula practically ripped off her clothes, then kicked off her shoes.
Her body was lean and firm, her stomach flat and her legs nicely muscled. My eyes moved from her small, perky breasts to her bare pussy. It was pink and shiny with her arousal, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I stared at her.
Paula crawled over me, trapping me under her body, her mouth returning to mine. My nipples hardened as excitement coursed through my body. I could happily kiss this woman for hours. When we were both panting for breath she made her way down my body, nipping along my skin, leaving little stings that she soothed with her tongue.
I knew the instant she discovered the scar on the side of my breast. The scar was healed now, but still pink and raised with the skin around it puckered. Paula paused and I stiffened, bracing myself for her questions. To my shock she pressed her lips against the scar briefly, then kept moving her way down my body like she couldn’t get enough of me.
“I love your curvy body,” she whispered against my belly button. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
I felt tears prick at my eyelids at her easy acceptance of me just the way I was. I knew I wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, something that had been drilled into me since childhood in image-conscious L.A. I was curvy and short, with thick thighs and a soft belly that no amount of exercising could firm. But over the years I’d learned to love myself, and to not accept any lover who didn’t feel the same. I’d broken up with more than one woman who suggested I eat a salad rather than pasta or tried to convince me to go on whatever diet plan was popular.
By the time Paula moved between my legs, my entire body was vibrating with excitement. I was already so close to getting off that I knew it wasn’t going to take much to get me all the way there.
I tunneled my fingers into Paula’s hair, and she immediately pulled back, sending me a stern look. I shivered. Without a word, she got off the bed, returning with a strap of some sort. She looped it around one of my wrists, then the other, pulling them together before lifting them over my head and affixing them to the bed frame. The change in position made my back arch slightly, my breasts pushing up like an offering.
“There, that’s better,” she said, satisfaction deep in her voice.
I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped my lips.
Paula moved back onto the bed, this time kneeling between my thighs. My legs were spread almost obscenely wide, and she took a long moment to stare at my pussy before lowering one hand to slide between my lower lips. As I watched she scooped up some of my arousal, then lifted her fingers to her mouth, sucking my essence off her skin.
“Mmm.Delicious.”
My pussy spasmed as a rush of new moisture flooded my core.
