Thread: Birds of a Feather (Candy-	Crusade)

All Beth could think was 'Fuck, oh fuck. Oh my fuckings gods!' He was already becoming her person brand of heroin, and all he had done was touch her in probably the most Vanilla ways. Yet here she was, breathing heavily, heart racing, head a tempest of desire and need. She watched him carefully as he moved away from her and offered her to take a seat. There was no please, there was no 'Would you', no, it was a direct order from her dom to do EXACTLY as he had instructed. Beth didn't hesitate she sauntered over towards the sofa, collected her skirt into her hands and sank down into the plush fabric. He hadn't asked her to speak yet, nor had he instructed anything else, so the young woman simply watched him pace. To and fro, mulling something over in that head of his. Surly he was going to set down ground rules that both she and he would abide by, a safe word if their bondage sessions got a little too 'advanced' for her. She wasn't expecting him to torment her with pain, well...maybe a little, but nothing that she couldn't handle. Elizabeth was fond of bondage! She liked the ropes, gags, blindfolds, even those terrible latex body suits and floggers. She had started herself young with those things, but she had never been in direct domsub relationship, she was still very wet behind the ears. When Tom spoke, Beth jumped again, her nerves just as sensitive as the throbbing mass that he had in his pants. He had stopped pacing and had looked directly at her, capturing her gaze once more to make sure it was completely evident that he wanted her full and undivided attention. She looked up at him, yes up, the couch so ironically low that it demonstrated her part in there twisted little 'romance'. When he began again, she listened completely. He wanted her to listen to him, she had had every intention of doing just what he told her to do. If she was to be his new sub then that would only be expected of her. Alright, so she agreed with the first rule. Though, Beth had always second guessed herself, always asked if she should really do something. It was bound to get her punished, quickly she jotted down mentally to just do something without thinking. He then used her name, keeping her attention completely on him. She looked up at him with brilliant caramel chocolate eyes, her eyes wild with desire. She watched him cross the short distance over to her and stand in front of her, his throbbing erecting literally inches from her face. Her breath hitched in her throat when he reached down and touched her face again, letting his fingers linger against her feverish skin. Tom began to speak again, explaining as his sub, she needed to not only listen to his instructions, but also pick up on subtle hints that he gave her. Beth gave a short nod, explaining she understood what her roll was, Y-yes I- I understand. She was having the damnest time trying to find her voice. Something in the back reaches of her mind told her to reach up and touch him, to feel his excitement beneath his slacks. This was all a test, it was to see if she could follow his unspoken instructions. Her mind wanted to rebel, it told her not to touch him because he hadn't told her to. Taking a chance, she reached up with a shaking hand and pressed the palm against the mass in his trousers. Gently she ran her silky palm up and down his impressive length, then back down. She kept this steady motion going, keeping her eyes locked on his, never leaving his possessive gaze. She wanted to see if he would stop her, perhaps instead of feeling her hands, he wanted to feel her mouth around him. To sheath his shaft in her feverish mouth and collect the ample pre-cum she knew he could produce.