Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Message-ID: <4172eli$9709171227@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4172.txt> From: munster@eden.rutgers.edu (El Sol) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: A Master's Ring {part 9} REPOSTED cause someone asked Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Summary: maledom Keywords: maledom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5vnidb$407@gladsheim.rutgers.edu> Moderator's note ----- The formatting on this story is terrible. I can't make sense of how it should be formatted. Lines under 75 columns and blank lines between paragraphs vastly improve readibility. ------ end note A Master's Ring Part 9 Letting go (b) ------------------What lies behind your eyes? In these moments, between sighs that you are my world? Do you tell yourself lies? Do you hide from yourself? Do you think about what's behind my eyes? Between sighs, I wonder what lies behind your eyes.------------------------------------------- Someone has to stop. I don't want. Oh God, I don't want to stop; not yet. Just a little bit more, I'll stop in just a little bit. His hands feel so good, they warm everywhere they touch. I don't want to stop. Maybe in a little while. I took the sweater off, leaned forward. I'm guilty of something against Derik there, it had already crossed my mind and I didn't stop. Do I want to do this? I know he does. His fingers walking up to the back of my bra, he traces the bottom along my back, reaches a little farther up my shirt and traces the top part and then the shoulder straps. Every minute I can hear a hitch in his breath, he's still in control. Every other fucker in this place doesn't have a trace of control like this, he's just tracing fingerpads across my back. Waiting. Now down my sides almost touching the sides of my breasts. Waiting. Hmmm. No. He won't touch me, he won't ask, I think he's just gonna sit there and do this all night and if nothing happens, nothing happens. No! Goddamn you ask! Do something, David, and I can say no, or nothing. Or yes. Running your fingers along the front of my hips and back to my spine is not something. Am I going to stop you, are you going to stop me? You would if you thought I didn't really want to. David, I know you would stop me. Someone has to do something that says "I want". I put my forehead on my arms maybe hoping that he takes this as compliance, I don't know anymore. I want to cry because I want someone other than Derik and this isn't suppossed to happen. Fuck you, Derik, this isn't suppossed to happen. Did I love you? He runs a finger up my spine and underneath the bra strap, he runs that finger across my skin. I don't love you and I know because he's here and I want more. And I want more than that. He's just slowly massaging now, the breathing is a little deeper but still controlled. David, where did you learn this? I can say stop, right now, and turn around to see you smiling as if nothing is wrong. As if it was never meant to go any further than this.. aaahhh Just a gentle touch of a fingerpad on the side of my breast through the lace almost touching my nipple. I can say stop. but maybe it was a mistake. An accident. Just a little bit longer. I can think. About Derik, this is goodbye, how long has it been that it hasn't been like this. I have to do something, something that says I'll try or it's over. He runs one hand forward across my stomach about four inches from my breasts, I hear the hitch of his breath. I don't want to think anymore, not about Derik not about David not about nothing but me. hmmphh. He runs a hand down the inside of my waist in the front not actually getting into my pants by more than an inch but I have to stop soon. But not right now. He slows down again. He does this like he knows what it's going to take to finish this seduction: how far he can go right now, how long it is to let this far become that far, and that far to become farther still. I can stop and I can't. Am I being seduced? The breath deepens not in desire but in control; to keep control. I can drive you to the edge. I've seen so many people turn to you because of that control, never losing it even with the dumbest or arrogant guest. The guys try to get under it, the women don't know what to do. I think... He runs the fingers underneath the front of my pant waist again, something has to happen... that its that control. You look at us as if you don't understand why we do everything we do, that there's a simpler way that makes more sense. I know you wouldn't do it this way. You would be taking off your clothes right now, because you want this and fuck Derik because he can't be here and he can't be enough and if he wasn't what you wanted that would be that. It's been so long since he's given me this. Did he ever give me this? I can say stop but it doesn't matter now, I gave up on him so long ago and didn't even know. He's untying the string belt, I can stop it now. I don't. I've given up on any reason not to. I reach down and pull the t-shirt up and off my body. I won't stop you now, David. 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