The moment the Isla paused to savour the victory of reducing the lawyer to begging drug on for what felt like eternity to Megan. She sniffled, a cute little sound, as she bit her bottom lip. Hot tears of desperate need slipped over her cheeks and she fought to get control of herself. She did not know what the hell was wrong with her. Never had someone had this effect on her. She was dangerously close to losing control completely. The young professional wanted so badly for Isla's touch to return and her body spread and arch to try and entice her to return.<br/><br/>Still there was nothing although she did think that she heard movement. The thought of tugging her hands free starts to appeal to her, anything to earn some contact even if it was punishment. Just when Megan was working up the nerve to enact her plan, Isla's light weight settled on top of her again. She still tried to arch and squirm but she was rather effectively pinned to the couch. The feel of Isla's hands slipping up under the dress' neckline and burrowing into her hair left the lawyer panting raggedly as her whole trim body tensed. Her breasts, still trapped in her black lacy bra, heaved with each harsh breath only to stick in her throat when the hardened tips and firm flesh of Isla's breasts drug softly against her skin. Immediately the heat in the room jumped and Megan arched, pressing her breasts against Isla's bare skin. She growled softly, hating the bra that stopped the delicious contact she craved.<br/><br/>The slightly condescending and perfectly dominant purr causes an intense shiver to roll through the poor submissive. That voice, so wonderful and so scary had her panting again just when she thought that there was hope to regain even some of her composure. She actually whimpered and tired to pull back when Isla lifted the dress, letting her see once again. The usually confident lawyer practically cowered as being seen like that. Her eyes were reddened and her mascara slightly streaked from the tears and her skin flushed with desire. Those same wide, gorgeous eyes flitted from Isla's face to her breasts as Isla simply let her adjust. A myriad stream of emotions flitted across Megan's pale features; relief, lust, fear, shame, frustration, desire. Finally it settled into a very adorable, wide-eyed pout.<br/><br/>The question hung in the air between them and Megan tried to answer but her mouth just hung opened. She was so far beyond her comfort zone that she had no idea what to even ask for. Her mind stalled and she mentally cursed. For someone so smart Isla seemed to have a gift for making her feel stupid. Jarred from her thoughts by the hand questing downward, Megan whined softly. Every touch was driving her closer to madness. The frustration and the need had the poor submissive quite spun around. Fresh tears trickled down her cheeks and when Isla lightly gripped her throat it looked for a moment like she might faint, even though the grip on her neck was nowhere near that severe.<br/><br/>Her eyes met Isla's and she thought she saw pride behind Isla's dominant smirk. Was the Mistress proud of how easily Megan had been bent to her will or was she proud of Megan for giving in letting herself be broken this way. She wanted to know but she did not dare ask. That thought made her think back to a conversation the seemed like a decade ago but was probably not even an hour past. Mistress Isla was one hell of a dance instructor. The thought made her blush and she managed to break that steady gaze that seemed to bore into her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Her voice was soft, almost inaudible but clear.<span style="color: indigo">"I-I want more pleasure Mistress. Please."</span>It was a simply statement of fact, not the rambling pleas of earlier. She was fighting for some restraint. She was embarrassed that she was letting things get so out of hand and was fighting to show that she was not so weak. A part of her knew that all Isla would have to do is whisper in that enchanting voice and she would be back to begging and promising anything in exchange for release. Then again, that part thought that might be a good thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>