The feel of the soft material slithering up over her skin sent a powerful shiver up Megan's spine. Her wide eyes stared up at Isla and her face was set in an adorably fragile expression. Her lower lip quivered and her nostrils flared as she tried to steady her breathing. The overall effect was reminiscent of a rabbit or a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle; fully aware that they were doomed and powerless to avoid their fate.<br/><br/>With Isla, pressed so close, Megan more felt the growl than heard it but the result was the same. Ragged, gasping inhalations fill the air when Isla finally pulled back. The hand on her throat dropped away and for the first time in what felt like a year she could breathe unimpeded. She saw Isla eyeing her handiwork and she knew that there were finger marks on her neck. She was not even thinking about how she was going to deal with them for work. Her life outside of this room might as well have been a million miles away. It was so far from her thoughts. Isla and the need Megan felt dominated her mind.<br/><br/>She did not resist when the dress was tugged upward. She was glad to get rid of it. She felt unbearably warm and thought that shedding the garment might help. That heat became unbearable when she felt those soft lips sucking at her neck. It felt good and strange. She never allowed that to be done but she did not want Isla to stop. It felt good and she admitted that she like the idea of Isla marking her.  Her arms raised and she managed a nervous smile. Isla was going to see her in no more than her black, lace panties and bra. It was at once exhilarating and frightening. What if she did not like what she saw once it was bared to her? Megan pouted again. She never doubted herself and chalked it up to the fact that Isla so expertly kept her off guard.<br/><br/>Immediately she began to panic when the dress was not removed but one word from Isla and she stopped, staying still even though having her sight taken did make her fidget and squirm. She heard the rattle of a belt buckle and she wondered what was happening. She hated not knowing. It was why she was so curious and one of her deepest fears. She hated the anticipation of the unknown but that was a big part of the turn on for her. She had faith that Isla would take care of her so when the belt tightened she managed no remain calm, even though she was trapped in darkness.<br/><br/>Her arms were still above her head when the sound of a chain rattling filled her ears. This did succeed in making her nervous enough to fidget. She had no idea what Isla was doing. She knew that Isla was standing in front of her on the sofa. She blush was hidden under the dress-turned-restraint when she realized that the scent that she caught, slight but noticeable, had to be a hint of Isla's own desire. How she wanted to bury her face in there and just enjoy but she would hold out. She would wait for permission to be given.<br/><br/>The slender lawyer, clad only in tight black undergarments, jumped when their lips met again. Without her sight she did not have the seconds to mentally prepare and every touch make her twitch or jerk back. The lack of Isla's touch when the other woman stands up made Megan tense. She felt so alone without that touch, that closeness. A long low whine escaped and the veneer she wore cracked. Isla inadvertently had found a weakness. Left alone and untouched for only a few moments, Megan was squirming more and more.<br/><br/>The clicking of heels on the tile relaxed her somewhat even though her chest still heaved in the constant fight for breath. A moan slipped out again when Isla trails a hand over her lips and down her front.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-It would appear I am in quite a bind indeed, Mistress." </span>She said, feigning nonchalance or at least attempting to. The continuous touching and the teasing tone left her trying to get more. Megan knew that she was getting close to her limit and behind the barrier of her dress she was biting her lower lip hard and clenching her eyes shut tightly. She was unable to deny anymore that no matter what happened Isla was going to succeed. Just not yet. She was determined to prove that she was not a pushover but Gods was it hard.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>