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breast through her dress, his hand sideways,
the heel of it over her nipple, which was starting to indent the dress. “Do you
enjoy having your breasts touched, Zoe?”
    “Yes, very much.”
    He didn’t correct her on omitting the Sir, because getting
beyond a simple yes was progress. His hand drifted over her peak, feeling it
get stiffer with every pass. There were no words between them, but her sharp
intakes of breath and soft sighs told him plenty. As did the strain on her
face. Before long, the stress of the way she was kneeling was going to
seriously interfere with her arousal.
    “Let me move you.” He said it softly, but with enough steel
in his voice that she’d know it was a direction and not a request. Her let her
breasts and pussy go long enough to shift her knees inward, until they were a
foot apart. He still could reach anywhere he wanted to, but it would be easier
for her.
    With someone else, he might have simply told her to relax,
but if he read Zoe right, he wouldn’t be giving her what she needed if he’d
done that. He wanted to show her that she could experience deep submission
without being physically restrained or in danger, and the act of him setting
her pose would be something like bondage for her without arousing the same
fears.
    “Thank you, Sir.” He watched her whole body relax, her
shoulders still back but less stiff, her face less tight.
    “You’re as I want you. Simple, really.” Her nipples were
quite obvious now against the dress, and he plucked at first one, then the
other, quickly pinching, tugging and releasing.
    She smiled and closed her eyes. Submissives often shut their
eyes to focus on the sensations and blot out distractions, but it was the first
time he’d seen her do it. It was an expression of trust as well. She no longer
felt she needed to watch his every movement to make sure she was safe. Of
course, if he did something wrong, her eyes could open, her thighs close, her
hands unclasp. There was no blindfold, no spreader bar, no cuffs holding her in
place. Nothing but her will, backed up by his.
    He had no desire to break that will, but he did want to
challenge it. He pushed aside the gusset of her panties and pushed two fingers
inside her wet pussy. He was rewarded by a loud sigh, and her hips flexed to
meet him. Her channel was tight around his fingers, but it relaxed as he slowly
fucked her with them.
    “Don’t move from where I’ve put you, no matter what I do to
you, Zoe. Not without using a safe word.”
    “If you keep doing that, ‘ouch’ will be the furthest thing
from my mind.”
    “I’ll keep doing this then. But not just this.” He sucked
her left nipple hard through her dress, and was rewarded with a sharp breath.
He was willing to bet her eyelids fluttered open too, although he wasn’t
looking at her face. “Good girl,” he purred and slipped a third finger inside
her.
    “No fisting,” she said with sudden urgency, tightening up
again. “Your hands are too big, Sir.”
    “Yes, they are. And your pussy is too nice and tight.” He
put his eyes at her level again, and sure enough hers were open. “I won’t hurt
you, Zoe.” He was willing to bet that in the right position, with lots of time
and lube, he could get his hand inside her. But her reaction made him think
that it had probably been done to her before, and not for her pleasure either,
nor probably by someone who knew what he was doing. Without a lot of patience
and technique, it could have been quite traumatic. She didn’t need to know he
thought it was possible he could give her pleasure that way. Right now she
needed to know her limits were going to be respected, and that she pleased him.
    She nodded, took a long, deep breath and closed her eyes
again. Lines around her eyelids showed him that they were scrunched too tightly
for the action to be entirely natural. She was willing herself to trust, and he
wasn’t going to betray that effort.
    He turned his hand so that his thumb rested