Isla wonders if this is a moment to push. To increase pressure, and force the girl to choose a word.  It didn't seem fair to push the girl so far on her first time out...but god's above..it's tempting.  With tremendous effort Isla lets that thought simmer and melt away, tucking in that bit of exquisite torture for another time.<br/><br/>The warm chest of the other woman pressed firmly against her own-almost- causes the domme to lose her resolve.  She's seconds away from simply ripping both their clothes off and taking the lawyer in the swiftest, most feral way possible.  But that wasn't the game.  That wasn't what she promised Megan and in-spite of her more baser urges causing a -very- unpleasant throbbing between her thighs, she intends to give the lawyer exactly what she promised, even at great personal squirmyness...<br/><br/>She reminds herself over and over that she'll have her moment....eventually. The  chest to chest writhing ,the sweat, the begging, and most sought after the surrender.  Sure , Megan wasn't putting up much of a fight as it was, bu there was so much more ground to discover.    Isla doesn't remember a time she'd been more turned on. A time where a submissive had pushed her buttons so perfectly.  The girl had fight..she had resilience, but most of all she had fire.<br/><br/>Some people would just submit, becoming writhing piles of begging desire . Others would have been begging by now. The second their dommes fingers came in-contact with  their heated aching sex, they were done.  They'd beg and squeal and promise the moon and beyond for release. But this one didn't. She answered what was asked of her. It might have been a bit uncertain, but that could only be expected. The point was she did as Isla asked and only what she asked...<br/><br/>The lithe llittle messenger couldn't think of a time she was more turned on.  This kind of power one didn't encounter every day.<br/><br/>Isla doesn't  answer, or acknowledge the safe word.  Instead she just rolls her hips sharply, forcing her hand to move a bit between Megans thighs.  The messenger's pointer finger pushes aimelesly deeper between the lawyers folds, pushing onwards  in a unrefined manner. None of Islas movements are directly of her own volition , not doing anything to intentionally give release to the lawyer.  While just millimeters away from moan inducing slickness, Isla removes her hand and arches her hips backwards.<br/><br/>Isla sighs silently keeping her hand in place on Megans throat, but moves the slicked finger from between the girls thighs.  She brings her slick finger up to the lawyers lips, running the slick arousal over Megans bottom lip. She wants to wait and give the girl a second to decide if she wanted to taste her self on her lips...to see if she was bold enough , if she was that wanton enough, but Isla can't resist the slicked lower lip herself.  Without warning Isla's tongue darts out, dragging against Megans  arousal 'coated  lower lip, moaning contently at the taste of the other woman.  Isla moans a bit at the other womans sweetnes, her hips bucking at the simple pleasure.<span style="color: olive">"Fuck.." </span>she whispers, capturing Megans mouth more thoroughly, her tongue breaking through without permission to let her submissive taste her self on Islas lips.<br/><br/>Sure she could have simply slipped her finger into her mouth but..what was the fun of that?<br/><br/>She mentally chastises her self for slipping with the utterance of approval, and  tightens her grasp on Megans throat. Kissing her deeply pushing her head back ever-so slightly against the back of the sofa as she rolls her hips. Her tongue captures and commands her submissives attention , her free hand moves back between their bodies. She fumbles towards the end of Megans dress, pulling her body back just enough to start hiking the other womans dress upwards.  She's got the garment bunched up in her hand , and at mid-thigh level when her hand goes flat against the lawyers bare thigh and follows the curve of the lawyers backside. She cups the taunt, firm flesh of Megans backside  with her palm, pulling the girl forward, mumbling a command into their heated kiss,<span style="color: olive">"Lift.."</span>she commands, hiking the dress up from the backside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>