Pulling away from him, Daphne stood and walked around to the front of him and straddled the chair, looking down at him with disappointment. "The sincerity and eagerness of your response pleases me, Theo. Therefore, I will provide you with a single opportunity to earn my forgiveness although this round will continue to remain for my pleasure only. However…" She narrowed her eyes in severe warning. "If you fail to do exactly as I want for the remaining time we have in here, this game will end for both of us. I will simply forfeit… and you will never have me. Do you understand, Mister Nott?"
Theo's panicked response was a detonation of ballistic cold fire in his chest. He'd never had a woman dominate him before, but it had always remained his deepest, most sacred and secret fantasy. He now understood that Daphne could grant him this closeted fetish that he so desperately wanted, and for that reason, he needed to please her. "Yes, Your Majesty! I agree. I'm so sorry! Please, please forgive me." His fingernails bit into the palms of his hands as he clenched his fists in a masochistic fit meant to cause himself some pain for having been so stupid and risking this opportunity with his impatience.
Daphne stared at him with those enigmatic, deeply compelling eyes and Theo felt like a surrendering pet under her gaze. "Set your hands upon my knees."
He immediately leapt to do her bidding. "Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Slowly, run your hands up my legs, moving my dress up as you go," she murmured the command, and his stomach clenched as his cock jumped in anticipation. Where would this lead? Would she ask him to lick her pussy in retribution? Man, he would be so lucky!
"Yes, Your Majesty," he whispered, and holding her gaze, he did as she bade, scrunching the silky, shiny dress up past her thighs, over her hips and bunching it at her waist. She wore a pair of V-String iridescent blue-green satin mesh panties with lace trim that he could just barely see through… and noted that she was completely shaved. "Oh, hell," he breathed in awe, wanting to bury his nose right in and start licking.
"Theo, look at me," his Queen commanded.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he responded automatically, gazing into her beautiful, bright eyes once more.
She stared at him, then reached out a hand and traced his cheek, strangely gentle. "Do you want to worship me properly, Theo?" she asked in a low, sultry voice. He lost his ability to speak coherently and could only nod. "Then stand up." He followed her instruction, now looming over her in greater height.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he breathed in what was automatically becoming his favorite phrase of the century.
"Remove my dress," she bid, watching him with a grey-blue enigmatic, unwavering stare. "Slowly."
With his hands already at her waist, he moved the satiny fabric inch by inch up the remainder of her deliciously curved body. Theo's mouth ran dry as he took a good, long gander at the perfection before him. Daphne's belly was flat, her hips flared, her breasts… oh, bloody hell, her breasts! They were perfectly ample, just the right size for his tastes, spilling from the top of a matching lacy-satin iridescent green-blue bra. Tugging the dress over her head and arms, he let the fabric slip to the side through his fingers, unheeded.
"Now, tell me, Theo, what your card requires you to perform," she indicated the laminated piece of cardboard lying atop his clothes pile nearby. "Can you recall it from memory?"
He nodded eagerly, and recited the instructions:
DEED: Lick and touch your partner's naked chest.
Daphne hummed and gave him a sinful smile that made his penis twitch once again, then reached behind her and with a practiced ease, slipped the fastenings on her bra and removed it, allowing it to fall to the side on top of the dress. Theo's breath caught and his heart leapt against the underside of his ribs painfully; her breasts truly were exquisitely shaped, with tiny nipples that were a light pinkish-brown in color. Such gorgeous nipples, he thought as his mouth watered at the fantasy of taking them in his mouth right away. It was only with great restraint and a reminder to himself that he didn't want her to get angry with his impatience again and walk away now that he just managed to keep his fingers (and his lips) to himself.
"Sit back down," she required of him, and immediately he obeyed, with a reflexive, "Yes, Your Majesty," erupting from his lips without thought. Sinuously sliding down with him, his partner straddled his lap, and then pushed him slowly into a reclining position over the smaller hump in the funky chair. "Lay back."
When he'd settled so that his spine matched the flow of the chair's design comfortably, Daphne gripped his hands gently and guided them towards her chest to cup her mounds. "You're going to give me pleasure now, Theo. I want you to start off here." Settling herself more firmly over his erection, letting the width of him rest in the middle of her folds, which were slightly damp behind the fabric of her knickers, she gave him a wicked smile and proceeded to teach him. "Were you at all cognizant of the fact that a woman's breasts are an important feature of her feminine image, Theo?" she asked in a softly compelling voice, keeping his hands still and in place, letting him feel the warm, cushiony flesh.
He shook his head. Honestly, he hadn't given the matter much thought. Tits were tits – something to be sucked or held onto while you fucked. "No, Your Majesty."
The smirk on her face widened perceptively. "Oh, yes, quite. We of the feminine persuasion are always consciously aware of their weight upon our chests, of every abrupt temperature change that affects them, of the sensitive reactions elicited by differing elements stroking against them, be it lace or satin or cotton… or oils… or skin. We also gauge them against other women's, reassuring ourselves of their beauty, comparing them in much the same way a man does his penis." He swallowed heavily as she shifted her hips to glide her core up and then back down his stiff cock in tactile example. "They are a beautiful extension of a woman, Theo, faithfully responsive to pleasing stimuli, much as your most cherished possession." On the final two words, she slid over him again, just once, making his need flare. She then went still against him.
"Lightly caress my nipples," she commanded. "I want you to learn my body so you can please me properly." More turned on than he'd ever thought possible, Theo did as his goddess asked, letting his index fingers swipe over the tiny buds, and watched in amazement the actual process of them swelling in response. He was amazed to see them change color, flushing with blood as they became engorged. Why had he never noticed such a small, but awesomely arousing detail before?
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