Seducing a subby (Part one )

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She stood, facing away from him. He hadn't placed the blindfold on her yet, so she figured he wasn't ready. Good thing, too. She certainly wasn't. How did she get here in the first place? To spite all her cautions, to spite the promises she'd made to herself and the things she'd told him she wouldn't do, would avoid, was afraid would happen.

Here she was. With her being able to feel his eyes traveling over her, probably concentrating on her in-seam. Aah, the bedeviled in-seam - the place where he'd placed his hand at the dinner party recently, just out of sight of everyone at the table. One false move and everyone would have been able to see what he was doing. Such danger, such excitement. so foolhardy…

Damn it felt good!

Not as good as when he'd grabbed her in her office, though - yet another time where they were a split second away from being caught. What a fucker he was, playing so close to the edge. And with her being such a proper girl, and all. That's how she was raised, anyway. Did as she was told. Loved her lord, unfailingly. On the straight and narrow, was she.

And then there was Him.

Oh, god. Oh, lord. He was pressing a finger into the spot in her jeans covering her taint!

Bastard. Why was she just standing there? Why didn't she stop him? Or why didn't she turn around and grab him, throwing him on the bed, even? Had he rendered her immobile?

Her body had sure seemed to have become that way. As his hand rested contently between her holes - or was he increasing pressure against her? It was so subtle, she couldn't tell. Considering the swoon overcoming her that she was doing her best to avoid succumbing to, it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to maintain rational thought.

Rational thought. That was a larf. Rational thought would have seen her slap him in the face when he kissed her, or at least draw back sooner. Ah, yes, he did notice her resistance, or at least as much as she could muster, but if only he knew the full story. The story between her legs, similar to the one she was flashing back to now. But, resistance? An exercise in futility if ever there were one.

If his fingers strayed any further inside her legs, he would need a towel to dry his hand off with.

Oh, fuck!'