A Crime of Passion
Elia squirms enthusiastically, her mistress straddling her, fingertips teasing her breasts.
Her hands are held down by some force - it makes her mistress's eyes brighter to watch Elia struggle against invisible bonds.
She whimpers as the hands slip lower, fingernails brushing her stomach, her mistress's low laugh as Elia spreads her legs wider. She'd thought it was just the comfort she craved, but those few moments of bliss - when her mistress would allow her the release, it almost made the rest of the day bearable. "Please, great mistress, please..."
"Shhh," her mistress admonishes. The filmy black nightgown was cut low enough to promise a night of delight, but she is calm and reserved now. She leans down to take Elia's left nipple into her mouth, lips closing around the firm flesh. Elia moans, her eyes closing, head tilted back.
"Please," she whispers.
Elia gasps at the bite she receives for her begging, looking down to see her mistress grinning at her look of confusion.
"Naughty--"
Her hands are held down by some force - it makes her mistress's eyes brighter to watch Elia struggle against invisible bonds.
She whimpers as the hands slip lower, fingernails brushing her stomach, her mistress's low laugh as Elia spreads her legs wider. She'd thought it was just the comfort she craved, but those few moments of bliss - when her mistress would allow her the release, it almost made the rest of the day bearable. "Please, great mistress, please..."
"Shhh," her mistress admonishes. The filmy black nightgown was cut low enough to promise a night of delight, but she is calm and reserved now. She leans down to take Elia's left nipple into her mouth, lips closing around the firm flesh. Elia moans, her eyes closing, head tilted back.
"Please," she whispers.
Elia gasps at the bite she receives for her begging, looking down to see her mistress grinning at her look of confusion.
"Naughty--"