Each gasping, desperate plea from the bare lawyer makes Isla's skin grow flush and warm.  Her sex throbbing between her thighs, her insides aching, and pulsing, while her outer flesh grew swollen and needy.   -This- The begging,the pleas, the unrelenting submission, was the reason played the game. All the restraint in the world , all the hands kept to her self, paid off when the begging started.  A mental switch flips, and Isla is ready to indulge in this woman's lusty neediness.   Her demeanor  grows a bit more stern, and her voice nearly drips with amusement when she speaks.<br/><br/>She pulls the toy away from the squirming submissive's slick and  flushed sex, and gives the girls inner thigh another slap for good measure.<span style="color: olive">"But you're already -doing- everything I want..."</span>she doesn't so much as mock as she simply states it.  It's clear that Megan isn't in any position of authority, so an offer of 'anything you want' didn't really hold relevance.  Isla's demeanor is still knowing and fully in control, however there is something -else- in play now....a mirthful grin plastered on her lips as she looks up from where she is kneeling. While amused before, it's clear that -this- was the woman's favorite part.    Her voice is light and almost mocking when she teases the girl again<span style="color: olive">, "And, look, you -<i>did-</i> last another round..."  </span>she beams in delight. The words would almost seem cruel, needless and born from loathing, if it were not for her hand on the submissive thigh , giving the slightest squeeze of reassurance.<span style="color: olive">" SUCH a fucking good girl you are, behaving like that." </span>The slight praise doesn't last long, and it's unclear weather it's sincere or not.<br/><br/>She tilts her head severely to the side, almost gazing upside down into Megans downcast gaze. Her eyes wide and playful while watching her submissive gasp for air and to find her bearings.<span style="color: olive">"Tell you what.."</span>she starts, her lips curling upwards again with a mischievous smirk,<span style="color: olive">"Lets see if you can go one more...Last call...all in. " </span>She holds the toy just millimeters from her Megans sex, the heated vibrations fumbling through the air and almost making contact with her sensitive flesh.  She runs her free hand over the lawyers inner thigh, then over her stomach, taking delight in the warmth.  As she stands , her hand moves with her, finding a resting place atop Megan's throat and wrapping her fingers around the front of her neck. She doesn't full on choke the girl, as she was new..and well...Isla didn't want to scare her off, but the implications and heaviness of her hand was certainly there.<br/><br/>She licks her lips , and nudges Megans head back enough so that their eyes meet.  Her voice is quiet, soft and authoritative,<span style="color: olive">"You hold off, and I'll do you the joy of letting you service me..." </span>she bites the air in-front of Megans lips, and then continues,<span style="color: olive">"I'll even let you decide<b> -how- </b>you cum for<i> me</i>.. -IF- and that's a fucking -huge- if..</span>" she tightens her grasp to get her point across.<span style="color: olive">"IF...you do a good enough job..."</span>she purrs letting her lips travel back to Megans left ear, purring hotly while capturing her lobe.<span style="color: olive">"Or..."</span>she mumbles with the flesh taunt between her teeth,<span style="color: olive"> "You slip..you cum...and -thats- all you get from me tonight." </span><br/><br/>As she threatens Megan, she lets the toy go slack against her thighs, the cord keeping it plugged in and dangling away from her sex.  The hand that was once upon the wand, moves into her jeans, and between her -own- thighs, she slips her fingers through her own slickness, and brings them up to the other woman's lips, painting the pouty, bitten flesh with her own arousal. Marking her..claiming her.<span style="color: olive">"You get to walk back home...knowing I could have had you screaming , satisfied, and happy..but you fucked up." </span>She slips a finger between Megans lips and she continues to purr into her ear.<span style="color: olive">"You get to go home to a nice wet spot and your hand...knowing you let your mistress down..A failure." </span><br/><br/>Islas words are cocky, arrogant, and down right ballsy, but that -wasn't- her.   This was a scene.. this was 'Mistress' Isla...the calm, collected girl in charge when regular Isla couldn't handle  the real world, flirting with a girl, or some other totally random task.  When two people slow danced together, they didn't slow dance every where and all the time...just once in a while..when it was mutually beneficial. Isla having been on the receiving end of such treatment many times throughout her life, knew how exciting a little bit of inference and degradation could be....and how it made triumph all the sweeter.  Meanwhile ...in the back of her mind all she can do is wonder why on -earth- she let the words 'your mistress' fly...as if they were anything -close- to formal...<br/><br/>She pulls her lips away from Megans ear, brings her hand from the girls lips back down to the wand and positions it right ahead of her sex.  She doesn't wait for a 'yes' or a 'no.' She simply goes forwards,<span style="color: olive"> "I'm gonna take that as a 'Yes mistress I'm a filthy whore, and I  won't let you down.' , kay? 10 seconds this time since I was nice an gave you a break..."  </span><br/><br/>Her hand clutches the base of the wand, putting it directly against her heated flesh, and immediately she starts to count.<span style="color: olive">"1....2.....3...Don't fuck up...4..." </span>Her hand clutches tight around Megans throat, watching the girls trembling lips and desperately resisting the urge to capture them as her own.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>