Isla can't remember a time she's been more turned on.  The lawyers slight movements...the look of fear in her eyes , her desire and apprehension all balled up at once. Isla almost felt bad, she almost released the lawyers throat to lay a hand against the girls cheek and whisper sweet utterances of affection- She would have too if the girl didn't react.  Much to Isla's pleasure she did. When the uncertainty combines with hopeful exhilaration and manifests in a tiny moan and roll of the hips, Isla almost loses it. She starts to wonder if she can just rip the dress off , tie the womans hands with it, and force her thighs open...<br/><br/>But she doesn't. She's better then that. She promises Megan a slow dance and a slow dance, and a slow dance is what she'd give.  Well..at least that's what she intends to give...but with each little utterance , each whisper and twitch , Isla's resolve lessens. She starts to wonder what the Lawyer tastes like...how she smells when buried in her neck...how easily she would bruise and how well her lilly white skin would display hand marks the next morning...<br/><br/>With each second her resolve fades - but she's no brute.  As her resolve fades she recognized something in the girls eyes :Fear, and not the particularly fun kind.  She notices the lawyers beautiful eyes were trembling and starting to brim with moisture.  Isla's heart breaks..she was no brute, and she certainly wasn't made of stone. She wanted the girl, but not in a way that made her uncomfortable....maybe she misjudged the lawyer? Maybe she just -was- uptight ? Maybe she just was being polite sticking around?  Isla almost calls it off...her mouth actually opening to ask 'Are you alright?' when Megans lips smash into hers with a pent up ferocity she would have -never- pegged the girl for having.<br/><br/>It's like a switch is flipped the moment their lips make contact.  Isla moans into the kiss, tightening the grasp on Megans throat ever so slightly as she drives the kiss further.  Her lips part , and the soft pillows envelop the lawyers mouth, meeting the passion and need pent up in the normally uptight woman. When Megan moans into Islas lips , she can't help but return the sentiment, moaning right back, and sliding her tongue along the top of Megans lower lip, begging wordlessly for entrance to the other woman's mouth.<br/><br/>That's -all- the reassurance Isla needs to proceed...sure there would be other 'checks' in the evening, but as far as she was concerned this was a green light.<br/><br/>Isla's lower hand -still pressed against Megans belly and moving into dangerous territory, continues to move in slow teasing teasing strokes.  She takes her pointer finger, singling it out, and lets it lead the way down between Megans thighs as the kiss deepens.  Her hand finds a way to move the dress aside, tracing up and down the slight damn indention between the lawyers thighs.  -THIS- was Islas favorite place in the world to be on- any- woman. The slow...torturous movements against a girls sex, teasing over and over and dipping a finger in -just- enough to feel the first tinge of arousal.   While it was normally a tremendous turn on, the punk girl doesn't even begin to understand why it's particularly enticing to do to Megan. So much so that she loses her self for a moment to gasp and moan as she continues to trace up and down Megans clothed slit.<br/><br/>The hand resting on Megans throat tightens a bit, helping the other woman to lean her head back as Islas hips continued to bump her hand into the other womans sensitive flesh. She gasps, and captures Megans bottom lip with her own, tugging the lip outward before diving back in for another kiss. She repeats the pattern,  but this time she lets the puffy bit of flesh go, tightening her own lips to brush against Megans cheek. Finally she breaks her silence,<span style="color: olive">"This won't hurt .."</span>She coo's sweetly, her voice losing much of it's edge it previously had.<span style="color: olive"> "I promise."  </span><br/><br/>Isla kisses up Megans jawline, taking the time to bite and nip at the sensitive flesh there, leaving a trail of dark crimson lip marks as she stakes her claim. She continues as she goes.<span style="color: olive">"This is on your terms...your limits Megan..I just help you figure out what those limits are..." </span>. Isla of course neglects to mention that it is an exhaustive process, and might very well take more then a few sessions.<span style="color: olive">"I'm not here to hurt you..or even scare you."</span>Her voice is thick , and throaty, but sounds sincere.<span style="color: olive">"But when we play..sometimes 'no' means 'more' and 'stop' means,'i'll kill you if you so much as think of stopping.."</span>She  leans back, smiling softly at Megan, some of the predatory look is gone from her eyes...but not all.<span style="color: olive">"So we need a word to tell me If I've gone too far...to let me know if you want out.." </span>she hitches her hand on Megans throat upwards, so that her thumb can trail the girls lips,<span style="color: olive">"Any thoughts on what it should be?" </span><br/><br/>Even while initiating a safe word, Isla can't resist the lawyer. Just as she speaks the last of her sentiment, her pointer finger dutifully teasing Megans sex slips its way past her panties and between her folds.  She dips in with the flat length of her finger, but not even enough to feel any slikness..only warmth.  Her movements are intentional, hopefully showing to her new submissive that even while she was a bit of a softy..she was still -very- much in charge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>