The lawyer squirmed, well more attempted to with the taller woman straddling her lap and keeping her quite well pinned. Megan watched in silence, still coming to grips with what she had just said, when Isla took a moment to blink. The realization that she was savoring her victory made Megan feel very vulnerable. She did not even look shocked at the utterance, as if it had been a foregone conclusion. Those softly whispered words, dripping with dark promise of things to come, were carried along with the heated breath that made her feel increasingly dizzy. She shook her head softly, still trying to gather her thoroughly scattered wits.<br/><br/>It was no use though. Megan had to marvel at Isla skill. Every nuance of her movements, her tone, and her steady gaze all seemed to keep her reeling. She could not get her bearings and she was beginning to feel as though she was being swept up in the dance that Isla had spoke of. The problem was she did not know any steps. So when Isla started to slowly move her hips and grind the leather covered ass against her thighs all that Megan could do was sit paralyzed and wide eyed as she felt with each complete motion the dress bunched more and more around her thighs. The feel of the leather on her skin and she whined. Her eyes glistened and it looked like she wanted to cry. It was almost too much and the intensity of sensation and her roiling emotions were taking its toll. She was not sad, simply frightened and anxious and eager. She felt lost but she knew that Isla would guide her.<br/><br/>The light touch of the punk woman's fingers trailing over her side caused the immediate reaction of her back arching and her firm breasts pressing out against the front of her dress. She sucked in a quick breath and squirmed. She was no ticklish, she just could not assimilate any more sensation it seemed. A strangled, plaintive little noise squeaks from her constricted throat at the feel of those soft fingertips trailing along her clenched inner thighs. The fear in Megan was growing proportionate to her desire. While she did want all the things Isla was offering (and she did she realized in a moment of self-awareness) she was still very afraid of the path she was starting down. Deep down she knew that she was finding something that she had longed for but she worried that the door she was opening would never be closed again.<br/><br/>Megan was not aware that her hands had curled into fists so tight that her finger nails were cutting into her palms nor that she was biting at her bottom lip so often that the delicate, bruised flesh had swollen in a slight but noticeable way. The harsh, ragged breaths wash over Isla's face, carrying the scent of the whiskey along with it. Megan wanted Isla to talk. She liked hearing her voice. She drew comfort from it and she needed to know what to do. For the moment though, no words seemed needed.  It was crazy, she was never indecisive yet here she sat frozen and waiting for instruction.<br/><br/>Her eyes flutter back when the hands move again and she finds them snapped opened again when she felt one tease along her lower stomach, sliding slowly down just until Megan shamed herself by trying to buck her hips. The hand on her throat, so gentle but still such a commanding gesture paused Megan immediately. She raised her eyes and was still other than the quiver of her body with each trembling, ragged breath. She was so close, those warm lips so painfully near and Isla's scent was driving her wild. When the messenger's long fingers dipped a little between her now slightly parted thighs, Megan could not stop herself. She leaned in and placed a deep hard kiss to Isla's lips.<br/><br/>She tasted heavenly and Megan nipped her lip as she leaned into the kiss. She did not know if she should do it, worried that Isla would be upset at her assumption but she could not stop herself. All of the teasing made no other choice an option. She was at the mercy of her need at the moment. She felt more vulnerable than ever while baring her obvious need to the other woman. She was always guarded and could only moan helplessly at the exquisite taste of Isla's lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>