Exploring Her Submission: Nisey (Doms of Chicago) Read Online Free PDF Page B

threading through the dark auburn strands.  As usual it took little to no time for her to find that all elusive but coveted place when she felt the brush of hemp against her skin.
    “Answer me, Nisey.”
    If she could’ve, she’d have opened her eyes but the blindfold he’d placed over them at the beginning of their scene prevented it.
    She forced her lips to move. “Green, Máister .” The brush of his hand over the hemp rope running over her chest reassured her how close he was.  If she’d been able to see, she knew that he was checking for the tightness of the box tie that would support her upper torso when he finally suspended her.  Her pussy moistened at the thought.  I can’t believe it’s only been two weeks since he let Master Yangchi suspend me.
    The gentle murmur of voices reached her, when his hands moved lower on her body.  Her nipples ached and her breathing picked up pace at the soft chuckle coming from her Máister. “Ah, I see you’re just remembering we have an audience.”  Hemp ran across the inside of her thigh before moving up her body to wrap around her hips. “But that makes you hot doesn’t it, slave?” 
    Her body swayed towards his pull as the hoarse texture of the hemp encircled her hips.  The dull slap of the hemp striking her hip made her gasp and her nipples hardened even further.  His tone was brisk. “Answer me, slave!”
    She nodded and forced herself to speak. “Oh, yes, Máister, it makes this slave hot to know others are watching you restrain me.”
    “As it should.”  The rope tightened once more around her waist before the brush of it against the front of her thigh and then around it caused her legs to tremble, not with fear but with a need for more.  She received another sensual chuckle from her master.  God, he knows my reactions to the ropes all too well. The continual practice Master Yangchi insisted upon over the past two weeks conditioned both of them to anticipate her body’s reaction until it was second nature. 
    At stroke of his hair against her thigh, a low moan left her and if he hadn’t restrained her hands behind her, she would’ve buried her fingers in the thickness teasing her flesh.  A gust of air against her bare folds a soft plea leaving her lips.
    “Please, Máister. Oh God, please lick me.” 
    “Hmmm.”  The barely felt brush of his tongue sent tingling ripples of pleasure through her.  She jumped when his mouth moved away and gently nipped the inside of her thigh.  Without her vision she was at his complete and utter mercy and she found that he had very little during a scene. The slow stroke of his tongue soothed the sting before his mouth was gone.  A mewing protest built in her chest. Only the force of her will kept it from passing her quivering lips. 
    “Don’t hide those sexy little moans from me, slave. Your master wants to hear each and every one of them.”  The tightening of the gunslinger harness around her thigh told her he’d finished tying it off.  Her tongue darted out as another piece of hemp began to encircle her leg lower. “As does the crowd and my little slave is going to give them a good show.” 
    “Yes, Máister. ” A long but deep felt moan slipped free when the back of his and brushed her mound as he attached the rope to bottom of the gunslinger harness.
    “So wet and I haven’t even suspended you yet, slave.”  There was a brush of his clothing against her nude body as he rose. The idea of him being clothed while she was naked and vulnerable sent an illicit thrill through her body.  She whimpered. His hands settled on her shoulders and the creamy proof of her need leaked from her wetting her inner thighs.
    “What’s your level, Nisey? Desire or fear?”  The hoarse timber and the feel of his erection pressed against her stomach assured her he was aroused as she was.
    “Green, Máister. No fear this time, only desire.”  His hand slid down her stomach to toy check for