Consent #2
“Tonight we’re setting a baseline, so I’m going to stay relatively vanilla in terms of play, but I will push to gauge your strength and stamina. I have some rules, and if you break those rules, there are consequences. I’ll lay them out now.
“One. You may not talk unless I ask you a question that requires a verbal answer, give you permission to speak, or command you to say something. This rule includes telling me to go faster or slower, harder or softer, complaining about when or how I do something, or begging for more or less.
“You also may not ask for anything. Trust me to give you what you want and need. If you speak without permission, I will gag you. If that happens, rest assured, I will supply you with an alternate means to safe-word by.
“Two. The only touching you get is if I initiate contact. Touch me without permission, and I will bind you.
“Three. No lying to me. I cannot stress this enough. If something is uncomfortable, if something hurts, if you need to stop, whatever. Do not pretend everything is okay if it isn’t.
All of these should be instances where you either call out yellow or red.
Not using your traffic lights is a form of lying. The safe word is there for a reason.
“Are you clear on the rules?”
“Yes.”
“One more time, is this what you really want? Do you give me total consent?”
Even in the dim light, he could see the wild anticipation in her eyes. “Yes, I definitely want this, Mason.”
Euphoria rippled through his nerve endings, from his brain to his extremities, leaving a vicious tingling that teetered between pleasure and pain.
This sensation alone was enough to sustain him with Glennon.
She delighted him in every way, and the thought of having her by his side for the rest of his life made him believe in everything he had ever thought impossible.
It was time to show her how much he worshipped her. How much he wanted to please her. That she was worthy of everything he could give her and more.
He cupped the undersides of her breasts and lowered his mouth to one of her nipples.
As his tongue wrapped around the nub, he brushed the pad of his thumb over the other so that both were stimulated by his touch.
She hissed when his teeth gripped the new metal piercings and pulled.
He felt tension in her arms, but then she remembered she wasn’t allowed to touch him.
He swooped in on the other breast, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around the areola, then gripping the ring with his teeth.
This time, he pulled a little farther, his fingertips giving a subtle squeeze as he tightly palmed the nape of her neck to support it and prevent a cramp from too much tension.
When he felt her body go tight on an inhale, as if she was about to speak, he released the pierced nipple. “You can make noise, little spy. Just no words.”
Retreating from her breasts, he bent slightly so he could brush his fingers along the bare skin of her mound, then along the inside of her upper thigh.
“So soft,” he whispered.
“So wet.”
His fingers trailed between her lower lips, and he slid two inside her channel. She groaned at the invasion, even as gently as he did it. “So warm.”
In and out, he worked his fingers, turning them so his palm faced upward. He curled them on each pull toward her opening and relaxed them on each push inward, working his way deeper with each stroke. And while his fingers massaged her inside, his thumb did the same to her clit.
At first, his pace was even and gentle, preparing her for him. When he felt the tension begin to ease and her body began to melt into the arm holding her up, he methodically quickened his pace and added a twist to his movements. Every rotation led to a hitch in her breathing and a buck of her hips.
He removed his fingers and brought his thumb to her mouth, pulling down on the center of her bottom lip. The scent of her arousal tickled his nose, and when she groaned, he knew she smelled it as well.
“Open for me, little spy. Suck my thumb. Need to make sure your mouth is nice and wet, just like your pretty pussy.”
She wasted no time wrapping her lips around the digit. With her first pull on his thumb, her mouth flooded with saliva. Hopefully, part of her arousal came from the faint taste of herself where it clung to his skin.
He groaned. Already, he knew he was in trouble because if her sucking his cock was anything like what she was doing to his thumb, his control would be severely tested. “Such a good girl. Now. How are you at multitasking, hmm? Can you touch and suck at the same time?”
She nodded. Her intuitive physical response, rather than a verbal answer, demonstrated she understood the rules. Even though he asked her a question, it didn’t require her to speak to answer. Rather than risk punishment for breaking his no-talking rule, she’d adapted.
“Can you handle more? I think you can too,” he replied to her nod. “Grasp my cock around the base. I want you to stroke it. When you stroke, I like a lot of pressure and speed.”
Poor thing. Her eyes held a question, but she knew she couldn’t ask. He knew what she wanted because the suction on his thumb became more intense.
“You want to suck my cock, don’t you, little spy?” he cajoled. Without stopping what she was doing with her mouth or the pumping of her hand, she whimpered. The questioning in her eyes turned into pleading. “Yes, I know you do. We’re getting there. Just be patient.
“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen so you’re ready, okay?
On my instruction, you’re going to kneel.
I’m going to take my thumb from your mouth, and you’re going to leave those sweet, shiny lips open, showing me your tongue lying flat, waiting for me.
I’m going to set the tip of my cock on your lips while I put my hands on your head, and then I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.
When I do, you’re going to take me all the way to the back of your throat, and you’re going to swallow around the head, squeezing it tight, just like your pussy is going to do later. ”
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and grabbed a pillow from the bed, tossing it to the ground between them. “Kneel, little spy. Open up for me, and remember my instructions.”