<i>Wait, just wait.</i><br/><br/>Nadia felt like she was shaking everywhere. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes were wide and bright, and she was staring down at where the strap-on was buried to the hilt inside Jamie. She didn't think it was all going to go in, but it was, and her mouth was watering at the sight. She heard Carl encouraging her to keep going from a distance. He sounded like a cheerleader on the sidelines of the big game, but her focus was narrowing drastically, centering around Jamie. She had no doubt that that had to have hurt, and knowing that and putting it together with Jamie definitely being one of the Dominates here... the fear of vengeance or retribution was nagging at the back of her mind.<br/><br/>But, Jamie said she was okay. Nadia was certain she was being completely truthful... but she wasn't shouting at her to get away. Ever so slowly, she began to move. It was a little awkward, but not anywhere near as weird or off-putting as she thought it was going to be. On the contrary, Nadia soon found herself thoroughly enjoying getting to fuck Jamie. Of course, when the little blonde started to beg for more, she found her ego being stroked in a whole new way.<br/><br/>Nadia's fascinated attention traveled down to the soft breasts that were jiggling so delectably against her own. It amused her, really, and she couldn't resist ducking her head down to lick, bite, and suckle at the pert nipples that seemed to demand her attention. She was feasting happily when Carl's games made Jamie jerk. Nadia felt the shudder that went through her slender body and her own trembled in response. She couldn't feel the toy, of course, but she could tell it was nudged a bit deeper than before... and then Jamie was moving greedily, eagerly fucking herself on the toy.<br/><br/>"Sit still," Nadia hissed, her hands sliding down Jamie's body to hold her hips still. "If you don't sit still, I'm going to go find that cat-o-nines you were admiring before and I will use it on you." The sharp, clipped tone in her voice shocked even Nadia herself, but she fought hard to keep her eyes filled with nothing more than her overbearing will to see this through as her grey gaze bore into Jamie's soft green eyes.<br/><br/>"You don't get to take your pleasure," her voice softened, and Nadia again returned to the slow, lazy, drawn out motions she had started with before. She drove the toy deep inside Jamie, rolled her hips in a circle, slipped all the way out, and then repeated the process over, and over, and over again. "You get to have what we give you." One of Nadia's hands slipped up to cup the side of Jamie's face, her thumb lightly stroking back and forth over her bottom lip. As her lips parted, Naida smiled, and then slammed the toy up into Jamie. It wasn't as hard a push as she would have liked, inexperience working against her, but it seemed to get to desired effect.<br/><br/>"Do you understand me, Jamie?" she growled at the little artist as her hand slid up into the soft strands of wheaten hair to wrap the silk-like threads around her fist at the base of Jamie's skull. "Do. Not. Move." Nadia's fascinated attention had centered on Jamie's bottom lip. She wanted to bite it.. so she did. Nipping and tugging until she was kissing Jamie hungrily. She devoured the petite girl's mouth with a fresh, wonton hunger that threatened to consume her.<br/><br/>Even so, as her hips began to move once more, she focused on torturing Jamie's senses. Every movement was planned, careful, controlled, an exercise of making certain that Jamie would feel her orgasm growing eventually, but that it would never get passed 'almost there,' until Nadia was damn good and ready to let her have it.