Was it the scent of the incense that burned the cause of the greedy way in which Daphne gasped for breath or the delicately feminine scent her love wore on her wrists and at the base of her neck? Was it the ropes that bound her and left her immobile or the strength of her desire to please? In such a short time Eirene had opened her eyes to the world's academics and beauty but also the pleasurable ecstasy to be found and, much like a student thirsting for knowledge at the hands of a master, she was hungry for more. As she waited for what she desired most, her body quivered beneath Eirene's wandering touch. A whimper, breathless and so very close to being completely inaudible, parted petal soft lips as her lover's fingers stroked the flames that raged so strongly within her.<br/><br/>Such exquisite torment this was. To be touched yet unable to return such affections. To be seen but without the ability to see. To be so open in every sense of the term, vulnerable to her Mistress in a way none had seen her before yet to take such joy to be in such a state. This... This was a bliss she had never known before, one that bordered upon utter agony as her desire for the lithe woman Daphne knew stood a hair's width away from her own shuddering figure merely increased. Was there a breaking point? How far could Daphne's Lady Love tease her before she broke and cried out for so much more?<br/><br/>With a soft plea hovering on her lips, Daphne greeted her Mistress' kiss with a welcoming moan. Her arms tense with the desire to wrap them around Eirene, wishing desperately to feel the soft feminine curves against her own, before becoming slack against the ropes as a sure hand curled around the back of her neck, drawing her deeper into the kiss. Rising to her toes, the blonde's lips parted willingly beneath Eirene's and her back arched to press a dusky rose-kissed nipple into an awaiting palm, only too eager to feel everything offered and to bask in every sensation that glided across longing flesh.<br/><br/>Her breath, truly no more than a quivering gasp as she moved beneath her Mistress' skilled touch, caught in her throat as liquid longing pooled low in her belly and a heat so addictive and tempting raced through her veins to chase away the natural chill in being so openly bare. The young Daphne, awash in sensation and eagerly anticipating what may come next, had no thoughts in her head in that long standing moment as the women kissed but desires she was unsure how to voice. How did she convey the depths of the desire that burned brighter than any flame in the dead of night? How did she hope to communicate the brilliancy of her need that rivaled even Alexandria's lighthouse? Surely only Aphrodite herself could express such a thing to her own heart's love, as equally forbidden and looked down upon as Daphne's love for Eirene.<br/><br/>"How much more?"<br/><br/>"All... I-I want it all. I want you, Mistress." The words, spoken on a pleasured cry against her lover's silken lips as practiced fingers teased and tormented the nipple captured between them, surprised even the bound female. She blinked in quiet surprise beneath the soft fabric that veiled her expressive eyes from her partner, truly and honestly amazed by the ease in which she answered Eirene's question when she had found relating her desires to be a daunting task mere moments before. Still, Daphne refused to allow her surprise to shake her from the pleasurable haze she had been placed in and soon her lean frame writhed against her bonds as her Mistress played her body just as beautifully as she played the instruments she taught.