“Don’t move out of this position,” he’d said in that voice that brooks no misbehavior. “Stay!”
She felt like a dog, told to ‘stay’, but she held the position. At first it was easy, as he ran his fingers over her thighs and ass, massaging her feet a little. It felt good, sexy, but not overly difficult.
Then he slid a finger into her folds, gently teasing the outer labia and the sides of her inner thighs. She let soft moans escapee from her mouth, and she quivered a little. She knew she was getting wet; she could feel the gentle breeze from the window. She blushed…
He finally pushed his finger all the way into her, and began to fuck her slowly with it. Suddenly, keeping herself in position got a lot more difficult. Her thighs began to quake, and her toes curled. Her breathing quickened, and she bit her lip.
When he began to gently suckle her clit, in addition to all the other touches, she couldn’t help herself. She twitched and moaned, whispering for him to let her move.
“No.”
