CHAPTER NINE #3
"My clitoris."
Brynn's gaze sharpened. "How?"
"With your fingers. Beneath."
Brynn placed one hand against Dana's cheek. "You may use yellow or red at any moment. You may change your mind after I begin. You remain mine because you choose to remain."
"Yes."
Brynn leaned forward and kissed her once. Then her hand moved down Dana's body. Dana watched until Brynn's fingers disappeared from view. The first touch against her clitoris was light. Dana's eyes closed.
"Open."
She obeyed. Brynn moved one finger in a slow circle.
Pleasure gathered immediately, sharpened by the restraint and the long anticipation.
Dana's thighs trembled. Brynn watched her face.
"Breathe." Dana inhaled unsteadily. The circles continued, precise and maddeningly slow.
Dana shifted forward. Brynn stopped. "Stay where I placed you.
" Dana froze. "Yes." Brynn resumed. The pleasure built again.
Dana's hips wanted to move. Her hands strained uselessly behind her back.
She had never been so aware of her inability to take control of her own release.
Brynn increased the pressure. Dana moaned.
"Quiet is no longer required."
Relief escaped as another sound. Brynn's fingers moved faster. Dana's body tightened. She was close. Brynn slowed immediately. Dana gasped. "No." Brynn stopped entirely. Dana stared at her.
"What did you say?"
Dana's breathing came hard. "I did not want you to slow down."
"That is not the same as no."
"I know."
"Use clear language."
"Please continue."
Brynn's expression softened slightly. "Better." She resumed the slow circles. Dana's frustration made the sensation sharper.
"Are you trying to make me come?" she asked.
"I am deciding when you come."
Heat surged through her. Brynn increased the pressure again. Dana's head fell back.
"Look at me."
She forced her eyes open. Brynn watched every change in her face. Pleasure climbed until Dana could no longer control her breathing.
"Please."
"What are you asking for?"
"Let me come."
Brynn's fingers slowed. "Not yet." The refusal made Dana ache.
Brynn leaned closer. "You have spent your life taking what you need before anyone can deny it.
Tonight, you wait." Dana's thighs shook.
"Yes." Brynn's finger slid lower, through the wetness gathered between Dana's folds.
Dana gasped. Brynn circled her entrance but did not penetrate. "Do you want me inside you?"
"Yes."
"How many fingers?"
"One first."
"Good."
Brynn pressed one finger slowly inside. Dana opened around her with a low moan. The sensation was intimate beyond anything that had come before. Brynn watched her accept the penetration, moving only when Dana's body relaxed.
"Color?"
"Green."
Brynn withdrew slightly and entered again.
Dana rocked forward before remembering the instruction.
Brynn's free hand closed around her hip.
"Stay." Dana held still. Brynn began a slow rhythm.
Each movement pressed deeper, building pressure beneath the pleasure already gathered around her clitoris. Dana's breathing became uneven.
"More," she whispered.
"More what?"
"Another finger."
Brynn paused. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Brynn withdrew, then entered with two fingers slowly enough that Dana felt every stretch. Dana cried out. Brynn stopped. "Color?"
"Green."
"Pain?"
"Some."
"Good pain?"
"Yes."
Brynn moved again. Dana's body adjusted.
The discomfort softened into fullness. Brynn curled her fingers.
Pleasure struck deep and sudden. Dana's head fell forward.
"There." Brynn repeated the movement. Dana moaned louder.
Her thighs spread farther without instruction.
Brynn's thumb returned to her clitoris. The combined sensation drove Dana rapidly toward release. She strained against the bindings.
"Brynn."
"I am here."
"I am close."
"I know."
"Please."
Brynn increased the rhythm. Dana's body tightened around her fingers.
"Look at me," Brynn ordered.
Dana lifted her head. Brynn's eyes held hers.
"Come for me."
The permission shattered the control Dana had left.
Pleasure broke through her in a violent wave.
Her body clenched around Brynn's fingers, hips jerking despite the hand holding her steady.
She cried out, unable and unwilling to remain quiet.
Brynn continued touching her through the release, slowing only when Dana began to tremble from sensitivity.
"Yellow," Dana gasped.
Brynn stopped immediately. Her fingers withdrew gently. Both hands settled at Dana's waist.
"Breathe."
Dana tried. The room blurred. Brynn leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Dana's. "You are safe." Dana nodded.
"Use words."
"I am safe."
"Color?"
"Yellow."
Brynn's expression remained calm. "What needs to change?"
"Untie my hands."
"Yes."
Brynn guided her carefully to turn. She loosened the restraint at once and removed the fabric. Dana's arms came forward stiffly. Brynn massaged her wrists and hands. "Any numbness?"
"No."
"Tingling?"
"A little in my fingers."
Brynn continued working circulation back into them.
Dana leaned against her knees, breathing slowly.
The vulnerability after release felt different from the vulnerability before it.
She felt open, almost fragile, as though the boundaries of her body had softened.
Brynn touched her hair. "Do you want to continue?
" Dana looked up. Desire remained, but so did exhaustion.
"What did you plan?"
Brynn's mouth curved slightly. "That is not the question." Dana listened to her body. "I want to touch you." Brynn's expression changed. "Why?"
"Because I desire you. Because I want to give you pleasure."
"Are you trying to repay me?"
Dana considered the possibility. "No."
"Are you afraid the evening is incomplete if I do not come?"
Dana almost answered too quickly. "A little." Brynn nodded. "Then we stop." Disappointment crossed Dana's face. Brynn touched her cheek. "This is not a performance requiring equal outcomes. You do not owe me an orgasm because I gave you one."
"I want you."
"I know."
"You want me too."
"Yes."
"Then why stop?"
"Because you used yellow. Your body needs a pause. You are emotionally open and trying to prove generosity before you have settled."
Dana looked down. The accuracy frustrated her. Brynn stroked her jaw. "You will touch me another night." The promise warmed her. "Will you let me?"
"Yes."
Dana leaned into her hand. "What happens now?"
"Aftercare."
Brynn stood carefully. Dana immediately noticed tension in her left side. "Pain?"
"Three."
"Increased?"
"Only slightly."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes."
Dana looked at her. Brynn held the gaze until Dana accepted the answer.
"Stand."
Dana attempted to rise. Her legs were unsteady. Brynn caught her beneath the arms and guided her upright without lifting too much weight. Dana laughed weakly. "That is undignified."
"You are naked, trembling, and worried about dignity."
"I remain president."
"The office is outside."
The reminder quieted her. Brynn wrapped the discarded blouse around Dana's shoulders temporarily and led her toward the bathroom.
Warm water had already been prepared in the deep tub.
A towel, soap, and clean sleep clothes waited nearby.
On a small table sat water, fruit, crackers, and chocolate.
Dana looked at the arrangement. "You planned everything. "
"I planned possibilities."
Brynn helped her step into the water. Dana sank slowly. Warmth closed around her body. Brynn knelt beside the tub but shifted quickly to a low stool when her side objected. Dana noticed without comment. Brynn wet a cloth. "May I wash you?"
"Yes."