The teasing tone that echoed in Megan's ears. That tone made the lawyer tremble. Nervously, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, happy that Isla could not see her obvious reaction. The dress, while leaving her stuck and vulnerable also hid her eyes and with it her reaction. Instinctively when Isla gripped her chin, Megan tried for a split second to pull away. It was a minuscule gesture that abruptly stilled at the feel of lips and teeth along her jaw. The playful nips along her jaw were just too much and at a particularly tender spot she could not stifle a moan. The sound morphed into a shock yelp when Isla's teeth bit harder. It would definitely leave a mark but the punk woman did not linger. More nips and kisses followed and Megan could not help herself, she started to squirm and buck her hips. She felt tears as they welled up in her eyes. It was just so much for the young woman to process. She had never had anyone take this kind of time in seeing to her, prolonging her pleasure until she wanted to cry and beyond.<br/><br/>Without her sight the bites startled her but she seemed to handle the pain with no more than a few shaky(er) breaths. When the hot, torturous mouth began to descend, Megan arched her back hard. Without the hand on her throat to pin her body she displayed a remarkable dexterity in thrusting her chest out as far as possible. She wanted more, she needed it to push her over the edge. When Isla marked her again, biting at the silken skin on the upper curve of those lovely breasts, she finally widened the crack in Megan's formidable willpower. The lawyer growled softly, her teeth gritted and she stomped her foot. When Iska's only response was to nudge her legs apart Megan flushed red. "sorry Mistress" she murmured and found herself spreading slightly more.<br/><br/>How the hell did she do that, take her from frustration to apology and acquiescence with only a few small gestures? Megan does cry out when Isla's teeth scrape against the extremely sensitive skin between her breasts. The veneer of control cracked further and further with each kiss, nibble and bite down over her stomach. Megan was hyperventilating and when Isla pressed a kiss just above her waistband her breath stuck in her throat. Her mouth simply hung open and her body went rigid again. In her mind, Megan begged and pleading got Isla to just keep going and when she did Megan only arched more.<br/><br/>When Isla did continue downward Megn finally managed to suck in a few desperate breaths. It was short lived though for when Isla hummed directly over her engorged clit all the air exploded out in a shameful exclamation of "fuck!" her pale thighs quiver and desperately want to close. It is the rake of nails along them that stills her urge. It's just too much to hold out against and Megan starts to writhe and rock her hips. She put up a good fight but they both knew that she was fast approaching her limit. Megan only bites nervously at her lower lip, tasting the faintest lingering hint of herself there, when the question is asked. She assumed it was rhetorical and did not answer, instead focusing on trying to block out what that predatory purr made her feel. That voice was sure to be her undoing.<br/><br/>And if not that than surely it would be the lips. They were frighteningly skilled and Megan could not still her hips when Isla kissed her through her panties. She did however freeze when the panties were slipped to the side. It took almost all that remained of her depleted willpower to not close her legs to hide her bare, positively drenched sex. She really wished that she could see Isla's reaction to the pale pink slit that was absolutely dripping with wetness. Still she also felt intense shame. Minutes stretched on making her fidgeting worse and leaving her completely off guard. The soft kiss  between her legs made the overwhelmed girl convulse and howl.<br/><br/>The lick is worse, sliding in between her wet folds and trailing up to the pulsing little pleasure nub. One slow tantalizing lick and then the pleasure is just gone. Megan thrashes helplessly, careful to not tug her arms free. Her breathing is erratic  and she jerks her hips. Behind the makeshift blindfold tears trickle down her cheeks. She could not take this anymore. She was not used to denial and having to rely on others. In a way it was wonderful but also terrifying to be so helpless. Finally, the walls tumbled down. Finally Megan gave into her need at the expense of her pride. "please Mistress Isla, p-please don't stop. I feel like my body will melt. Mercy please!" she was unaware that her tone gave away that she was on the verge of tears and desperate for release. Still, she sat and kept her legs obediently spread and waited for Isla's  decision. Hidden by the dress she waited nervously. What else could she do?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>