Isabella’s POV
I was breathing hard, standing still despite the sharp ache mingling with an unexpected rush of pleasure that sent a shiver through my core as he pulled my hair harder, leaving me moist and needy from my hair to my feet. Most of the pressure was on my clit begging for his attention and desire.
His gaze bore into me, a scrutinizing weight that seemed to dissect every inch of my being.
I couldn't help but hold my breath as his gaze drew nearer as if he was peering not just at me but through me, unraveling layers I hadn't known existed. Though I couldn't see his eyes directly, their intensity seemed to penetrate my defenses and ignite a fire within.
"This is overwhelming," I thought, unable to control the flood of desire coursing through me. It wasn't just physical; his gaze felt like an intimate exploration, caressing and exploring every part of my body in ways that went beyond mere touch. It felt even better than sex. Better than the use of any sex toy. Better than any BDSM play.
In that charged moment, time seemed to stand still, suspended between longing and vulnerability. His gaze left me both exhilarated and unnerved, stirring emotions I had never felt before.
“It's too erotic.” I thought uncontrollably. It was a hundred times more erotic than sex. It felt like he was tasting and rubbing me with just his eyes.
I felt a finger delicately pull down one of my shoulder straps, sending a shiver down my spine. My breath hitched in anticipation, heightened by Mr. L's touch. His fingers traced over my lips, evoking a tingling sensation that stirred a mixture of nerves and desire within me.
I waited, expecting him to speak, to guide me with his commanding voice as he had done on our video calls. Yet, silence prevailed, oh! It reminded me of the non-verbal nature of our training sessions which I had agreed to— it intensified every touch and gesture.
His thumb continued to caress my lips, each stroke seeming to convey a silent request that I found myself instinctively responding to with pleasure. A soft moan escaped my lips as they parted, inviting him to explore my mouth.
His fingers delved deeply into my mouth, exploring every part of my tongue. I responded instinctively, first with a soft suck, then with increasing urgency, matching the rising intensity within me. Already wet with desire, I craved him inside me. The longing muddled my senses, leading me to wonder how his cock would taste against my tongue if just his long fingers felt this good.
Oh God!
As his submissive, I felt entitled to seek pleasure, even without his explicit permission. I see him as the type of master whose subs' pleasure is his first concern.
I gripped his legs firmly and knelt slowly, an act I hoped he interpreted correctly as me begging for his cock. The floor beneath me was adorned with thick, luxurious carpets, ensuring my knees remained comfortable despite the anticipation.
I awaited his reaction, hoping fervently that my act of submission pleased rather than displeased him. I didn't dare touch him though. I just waited.
Mr. L's large hand swept my hair back with deliberate slowness, sending shivers down my spine. It trailed down, skimming the upper curve of my breast where my red satin gown hinted at more than it concealed.
Mr L had slipped one strap off my shoulder earlier, fully exposing my left breast to his gaze. Anticipation buzzed through me, my panties already damp with desire. I waited, breath caught, for the next move that didn't come.
I wondered why he was watching me. Taking things so slow. Did he like me that much? Was he savoring every moment with me?
Instead of touching my breast again, he adjusted the strap further, ensuring my entire breast was now on display.
His hand lingered, encircling the outside of my breast, silently asking for permission. Heat flushed my cheeks as I comprehended his unspoken question. This moment, charged with tension, hung heavy in the air. I could hear my blood pumping in my veins. I could hear the sound of air. I could smell his desire and mine.
"Yes, master," I murmured, granting him permission with a voice thick with need.
Mr. L's large hand gently brushed against my breast, slipping under my bra with a confident touch. I couldn't suppress a soft moan as he began to knead and massage, his fingers tracing circles around my nipple. "Please, master," I murmured, my voice a plea for more. I Completely submitted to him, both mind, body, and soul.
He continued his ministrations on my hard nipples, alternating between his palm and the back of his hand, each movement sending tingles of pleasure through me. My nipples responded eagerly, hardening under his skilled touch. His patience and focused attention on my body made me feel desired, I started to appreciate my body even more with the way he was worshipping it.
His grip tightened, fingers pinching my nipples firmly. I gasped in pleasure, and then he did it again and I screamed.
“Master!” My body arched toward him as I lost my balance. With a swift, practiced motion, he maneuvered me over his knee until I lay across him. The intimate position of OTK (over the knee) exposed my buttocks, the hem of my skirt barely covering them, intensifying my vulnerability and arousal. It was my favorite BDSM position and I felt so close to an orgasm by just being put in it.
His hand trailed lower, fingers caressing the sensitive skin of my thighs with purposeful intent. Unexpectedly, the first slap landed on my bare ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
Mr L gently caressed my hip, his touch lingering with a hint of possessiveness. Then, with a tender sigh, he rested his cheek against my ass and inhaled deeply, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips