ISABELLA'S POV
I couldn't explain what had overcome me. Or maybe I could. The searing pain from the scalding water ignited a desire for a more intense sensation a pleasurable pain that I associated with my master.
Lost in a haze, I forgot who was in the house and clung tightly to Levi's right arm, pleading for him not to leave.
"Please stay, Master," I whispered desperately. "I miss you so much." The effects of the alcohol were fading, yet I still felt disoriented, as if I had lost touch with reality.
Why was I calling my boss ‘master'? Levi isn't my master; it's Mr L. But in that moment, none of that seemed to matter.
My master had once insisted on no face-to-face
BDSM. Yet now, in my confusion, I felt as though he was here with me. That Levi was my master.
Suddenly, I felt his presence as if Mr L himself were here with me. His insistence on me imagining Levi during moments of pleasure had blurred the lines between fantasy and reality, now shaping my perception of him as my master. It was all Mr L's fault or maybe not.
I want my boss. I need him.
My heart raced, and desire surged through me.
"Please hold me tighter, Master," I pleaded, still fully committed to the punishment Mr L had assigned.
'I'm truly sorry for spilling the coffee,"
"What master are you talking about?" Levi asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.
Looking up at him through submissive eyes, I whispered, "My online BDSM master." on a normal day I would never have told him the truth, but tonight wasn't a normal night. Tonight, I was completely vulnerable and at His mercy. Completely open to him. Soul, mind, and body.
"Has he shown you his face?" Levi questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.
I shook my head slowly, strands of hair falling across my face. "No," I admitted quietly, "but I just know."
"So how can you be so sure I'm your master if you haven't seen his face?" Levi pressed, trying to get me to say all my feelings.
I smiled faintly, a mixture of desire and uncertainty coursing through me. "It's just a feeling," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, I did feel a bit crazy, lost in the haze of desire and longing.
"Hug me, Master, please," I pleaded softly, the words escaping my lips with a desperate longing. “I need you.”
I reached out, my hands trembling slightly as I sought the comfort and reassurance only he could provide.
Levi hesitated for a moment, studying me with a mix of confusion and something else I couldn't quite decipher. Then, slowly, he enveloped me in his arms, pulling me close against his chest. The warmth of his embrace was both comforting and electrifying, sending a rush of sensations through my body down to my core.
I felt the hardness of his arousal against my belly, prompting me to reach out with my left hand to gently cover his crotch.
He groaned softly. "Isabella, what are you doing?"
I kissed his chest near his shoulder, my touch on his cock deliberate and slow, aiming to cater to his every sensation. With each stroke, he grew harder beneath my touch.
The size of his cock reminded me of my master's, and I held him firmly as he whimpered, his heartbeat echoing loudly as I rested on his chest.
I kissed his nipple from his shirt sticking my tongue to wet it.
"St.. " Levi tried to speak, but no words came out when he parted his lips.
I understood then that he was enjoying it so I continued to stroke him, whispering, "Master, you're already so big."
"You'll be punished for doing this without my permission," Levi responded in a pure British accent, similar to Mr. L's voice.
I couldn't tell which thought aroused me more-the prospect of Levi-my boss, finally punishing me in ways both illicit and tantalizing, or the possibility that Levi might be my master, or that Mr. L was right there. My thoughts swirled chaotically, but my desire was crystal clear.
My heart pounded with anticipation as I whispered to Levi, "Master, please punish me."
With a sense of urgency, I guided Levi's hand under my shirt, tracing along the soft curve of my thigh until his fingers found my bare, exposed skin. The absence of panties heightened the intensity of his touch, sending waves of sensation through me.
Levi's touch was gentle yet purposeful, immediately encountering the wetness that had pooled between my thighs. "You're so wet, baby girl. So wet for me," he groaned softly, his voice thick with desire as his breath tickled my ear.
I closed my eyes tightly, yearning for more as I guided his hand closer, urging him to explore further. "Spank me, Master," I whimpered, my heart threatening to burst with anticipation, my body arching in response to his touch.
His fingers danced along my labia, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep within me. Each touch was deliberate, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. The tension between us crackled in the air, igniting a fire of passion that consumed us both.
Levi gently lifted my chin up to meet his intense gaze. I could see in his eyes his solid resolve not to immerse himself into me crumbling under the weight of my desperate pleas.
He knew he was my master, and in that moment, he felt entitled to indulge in everything I desired.
"Please, Master..." My voice trembled with uncertainty, the words hanging in the charged air between us. I didn't know what I was begging for, but before I could complete my plea, Levi silenced me with a hungry kiss. His lips were warm, tender, and irresistibly soft, drawing me in completely. With a gentle press of his thumb, he parted my lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.