Isla blinks at the count of ten.  Immediately removing the wand.<i>Holy fuck, the little shit made it.</i><br/><br/>It wasn't that Isla was  taking things slow tonight, but she wasn't at her most aggressive either.  She was rather proud of herself for walking a line of tactful balance.  Of pushing Megan to a place of submitting,but not pushing her -too- far, but as the night was wearing on,her own need was..well..getting to her.  Things were slowly,but surely getting out of hand: and fast.<br/><br/>There were only so many times she could bring this beautiful woman,she'd silently,{And semi-creepily..maybe} lusted after for months now to the edge of climax over and over, continue to deny her again and again, and maintain her stoic,dominate image. Her brazen, 'I don't care if you climax or not' attitude was fading and fast. Replacing it was a slow burning ,hungering need. A single, shockingly aggressive little ember, that had somewhere between the last utterance of 'Mistress Isla' and Megans shuttering count of "10" ,morphed into a full on raging fire.<br/><br/>Isla remains on her knees, staring at the girl with a voracious hunger.  Idly, her nails dig into the soft, lilly white flesh of the girls inner thighs, up and down leaving a red trail in their wake.  Breath hitching in her throat ,the domme is honestly at a loss for the first time in the evening. She'd been trained to expect the unexpected.  To roll with any punch her submissive gave her.  To learn that kink was about ebb and flow , and that at any moment the shift in power could have her on her knees and breathless, with out a shred of the power she wielded only moments previous.<br/><br/><br/>So as she kneels there, breathless, staring at the woman she'd bound, and brought to tears countless times throughout the night,she's for the first time in a long time, legitimately scared.<br/><br/>Oh sure,her nerves have gotten the better of her a few times over the evening, but for this submissive -not- to break after all that...Maybe she wasn't half the domme she thought she was? Maybe she wasn't ready for something like this? Maybe she couldn't handle her own slave? What if she was a baby playing with a hand gun and had no idea of the power she held?<br/><br/>Maybe Megan was just -that- good at hiding?<br/><br/>Maybe she was just that fucking stubborn? Maybe , just -Maybe- Isla was SO damn good at this that she picked the -perfect- submissive....<br/><br/><br/>Maybe Isla committed the first classic mistake of any 'battle' : She underestimated her opponent.<br/><br/>Her lips twist into a sly smile as she watches Megans chest heave up and down, fingers still teasing along the sensitive flesh of her thighs.<br/><br/><br/>After a few moments of long, awkward silence and deciding exactly what to do, Isla stands. She tucks the wand under her arm,and  with one hand unbuckles her jeans.  She says nothing.  Her jeans fall to the floor followed in one fell swoop by  her rather boyish undergarments. Nude, fully covered in tattoos,she sways her hips from side to side and makes her way to Megan, finally speaking, low,and quiet, she promises,<span style="color: olive">"Don't think I forgot about what I promised you. You'll get it. Just not yet."   </span><br/><br/>To be fair she never -did- say -when- she'd let the girl cum.<br/><br/>There's a sweetness to her tone , filled with affection and warmth,but it doesn't last long.<span style="color: olive"> "You're -mine-  <i>tonight</i>, and you need to understand what that entails."</span>Her heart drops a bit when she adds 'tonight' to that sentence, but she had no misgivings that this couldn't last..it wouldn't last.  Isla unbuckles the restraints, allowing Megan to stand,helping her to her feet and leering at her a bit. Before she can even fully stand, she has her hand between the other womans thighs ,with her body pressed tight against her back.  Islas small bust tight against the lawyers back as she breaths hotly into her ear,<span style="color: olive">"Are you this big of a whore for every one? Or is it just me?"</span>She slaps the other womans ass , roughly,then palms it openly,greedily kneading the flesh in a manner that left no question as to whom the girl belonged to.<br/><br/><br/>Isla takes a few liberties, latching her lips onto Megans neck, drawing flesh between her teeth and biting hard,marking her, claiming her .  Her fingers dip into the girls sex and start to move slowly, steadily, just enough to get the other woman the slightest bit worked up, before Isla purrs in to the girls flesh,<span style="color: olive">"Get on you fucking knees."</span>.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>