The one word whispered into her ear made Megan's breathing even more ragged. Good. It set her mind racing. What would happen now? The panic rose in her again. She barely knew this woman and she was willing to even entertain the idea of letting this go farther. She shook her head again; she could not think clearly. The combination of Isla's intoxicating scent and the feel of her body and her hands seemed to disconnect her mind from the rest of her. Those hands that were at once soft and gentle as well as firm and commanding. She could see what Isla meant about preferring a well placed stroke to a balled up fist.<br/><br/>She shook her head again, trying to retrace the steps that led her to hear. It had been her damn curiosity getting the better of her again. All her life she had been warned that it would get her in trouble but she never paid that much attention. The worst part was even though she knew this could go very, very wrong her curiosity still told her to see this through. She squirmed against Isla as the internal battle raged on. The feel of her back as it slid against Isla's front made her moan again and this time the needful whine almost sounded like Megan is in pain.<br/><br/>The slight squeeze of the hand nestled between her thighs has two immediate effects. Megan's mind snapped from the mental debate and her hips bucked, shamefully seeking more pleasure. It had been so long since a hand not her own had touched her like at and it took a few humiliating seconds to still her rocking hips. She felt unbearably hot and lightheaded. It was too much. Megan's head lolled back, resting on Isla's shoulder. She lightly gripped onto the arm Isla had wrapped around her. It was not to stop her from touching between the lawyer's badly shaking thighs but rather she just needed an anchor amid the storm of emotions.<br/><br/>Isla's voice cut through the chaos in Megan's mind with her softly spoken words. She made it sound okay, safe and intensely arousing. Immediately she relaxed somewhat, leaning into Isla for support. Her heartbeat began to come down and she felt close to getting a grip on what was going on. Right up until the crackle of electricity and the pained cries. She gripped more tightly to Isla's arm, her slim fingers gripping as hard as they could.<br/><br/>She knew that this man's actions were making it impossible to truly hear Isla out and she nodded when it was suggested that they find somewhere away from everyone. Megan did not know why she wanted to even hear Isla out, she should have just left. Still, the thought of giving up her iron grip on control, of just being helpless to resist the situation, the pleasure; it was an intoxicating thought.  Something in her, some dark corner of her mind refused to walk away from that. The brush of Isla's lips, so tenderly against her jaw line sealed the deal.<span style="color: indigo"> "O-okay, privately... just to talk..." </span>She swallowed hard, hoping that she had not just made a really bad decision.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>