For a split second, Isla is surprised and in that second Megan had the mildly amused thought that Isla was not the only one that could put the other off balance. The moan against her lips and the slight tensing of her body lets Megan know that she caught the Dominant woman off guard. She kissed harder, fully utilizing the kiss as an outlet for her need. In the next second all thoughts that she could exercise the slightest control evaporated. When Isla kisses her back the lawyer feels awkward in her attempt. Granted, the intense lust she felt was ruining her concentration more than a little.<br/><br/>The way Isla kissed her though sent jolts of pleasure through the helpless submissive. She did not think a kiss could have such an affect but she was left to arch her shaking back and feel her nipples tighten even more into painfully throbbing nubs. The worst was the rush of sensation just below where Isla's fingers teasingly sat, tormenting her with how close they were. She wanted them to move down; wanted to beg for it. It would take so little for her to reach her climax right now and she wanted it so desperately.<br/><br/>The light squeeze at her throat, just enough to restrict her breath slightly, brought her back to the kiss and not how much the rest of her wanted attention. She kissed back, fighting a losing battle that was all but lost when she surrendered her mouth to Isla's questing tongue. Her hands wanted to cling to Isla and pull her into the kiss but she did not move. That was reflexive, to steer the way things went. It would be so much let fulfilling, she knew from experience. This was practically black magic, how the lanky punk woman fed the fires of her need with the slightest touch, with a look or even just with words. Megan wondered if you could orgasm just from the way someone spoke to you. After the events so far tonight, she was betting on yes.<br/><br/>The kiss was so intense and such a focus for her attention that when that one long finger delicately slid along the moistened cloth it shocked her. Immediately she clamped her thighs together and a strangled cry was swallowed into Isla's hungry mouth. It was not that she wanted her to stop but she knew how wet she was and her cheeks flushed deeply at the thought of Isla seeing how dirty she really was. She bit her lip when it seemed no deterrent at all and the teasing, torturous stroke just kept on. Megan's hips bucked, rolling in a desperate attempt to increase the sensation. She parts her thighs and her blush flushed into a deep crimson blush.<br/><br/>The shame radiated from her as her body betrayed her. It was a small thing but it spoke volumes. Each jerk of her hips made her feel so humiliated. She was so desperately aroused that she could not stop it. She needed more and the worst part was that Isla moved with her motions so that no matter what the pressure never increased. The kiss continued and she was feeling even more lightheaded from lack of air. A soft whimper flowed into Isla's mouth as Megan's head spun. She was thoroughly overwhelmed and she was beginning to understand what she had meant about breaking someone down. Megan felt like she would ignite if the heat worsened any more.<br/><br/>Then the lips are gone from hers, leaving her dazing and unfocused while she gulps in air. The gasp stuck in her throat at the wickedly whispered promise. She believed Isla but she was not afraid of pain. She was more afraid of the teasing. The pleasure seemed to build with no end. She was only witnessing the tip of the iceberg and already she was breathless and shaking.<br/><br/>Each nip along her jaw line caused a little squeak. It was a reaction that she was mildly annoyed with but seemed to fit that feeling of being a mouse cornered by a predator. She nodded; this was about her, her limits. She knew that she was able to say stop and it would and in a way that was control but she still felt very much out of control. At least her gaze came back into focus. The fact that Isla was kissing at her neck and whispering seductively into her ear meant staring at the wall and that at least gave her something outside the moment to anchor her. Because the way Isla was touching her, kissing her and even the way she was lightly squeezing her throat just enough to remind her that Isla was the one in control all seemed to have her squirming losing her grip.<br/><br/>That predatory look makes her moan and she was panting harshly when the question was asked. A safe word? Her mouth opened to respond just when Isla's hand made its move. The feel of soft skin against her bare flesh was so intense that all though left her mind for a moment. Megan immediately goes beet red with the knowledge that Isla now knows just how aroused all of this makes her and she arched her back again, her chest pressing into Isla's. The hand on her throat held her pinned though and Megan whined. She wanted to thrash, to get more pleasure but the light grip on her throat and the way that Isla is straddling her leaves her feeling very restrained.<br/><br/>Again she cursed under her breath at the lack of fulfillment. She was so close and Isla would not give her the release she was desperate for but then again, that was probably the point of the exercise. With a visible effort, Megan steadied herself and her eyes met Isla's. The need was impossible to hide but her voice was clear.<span style="color: indigo">"Well, since w-we mentioned Johnny Walker earlier, how about sticking to that. Or just Johnny for convenience s-sake?"</span>It was a testament to her willpower that she managed to get the whole thing out as clearly as he did with Isla touching her so intimately but she felt proud that she had managed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>