Picking up two of the huge cube candles with the many wicks I take them with me as I enter the playroom. Bella hasn't moved, and while her head is still bent and her eyes cast down, I'm sure she's following my every move with eagerness.
I place the candles left and right of her, outside of the square the other candles are set up in, and light them, brightening the room. The mirrored walls only add to the effect, and I take a moment to drink in her divine body.
Exercising regularly has done a lot to improve her slim but well proportioned build, as does the yoga for her balance. Her thighs and belly are firm now, the muscles in her arms and legs slightly defined, and she can hold position a lot longer now than when we started. Not that I ever minded a little softness, on the contrary, but I know that she needs the strength and stamina for what we do. Also, going for a run together has become one of my favorite things to do with Bella, including a nice, long shower afterwards, and the occasional blowjob behind a convenient tree.
I'm tempted to fuss around with something just to annoy her a little, but I don't really feel like taking my time. I'm just as eager as she must be, and I really want to get down to business. So I reach for the soft, white silk ropes, the only other thing I will be needing tonight, and return to where Bella is kneeling on the floor. Picking up the pillar candles I position them closer so that I can reach them without getting up again before I kneel down behind her.
She doesn't move when I reach around her and run my hand over her thigh from her knee up, squeezing gently. I kiss her shoulder, then suck hard on the soft spot at the side of her neck that I know drives her crazy, and she only shivers a little. Good girl, knows it's not her place to react until I show her that I want her to.
Sucking turns to licking, then I kiss her warm skin until I feel goose bumps marching down her leg. She still hasn't moved, but I can tell that keeping still is killing her.
“Good evening, my little vixen. How thoughtful of you to wait like this for your Master,” I purr into her ear, watching in the mirror as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down to stifle a low moan. “Don't you want to wish me a good evening, too?”
She raises her head and catches my gaze over the mirror, then turns her face to me so that our noses nearly brush. Her eyes are wide and dark in the twilight of the room, lust and anticipation clouding them.
“Good evening, Sir.”
Her luscious lips remain slightly parted when she falls silent, and I take the invitation, brushing mine over them lightly before I grab her hair hard and pull her head back. She gasps, effectively opening her mouth, and I kiss her more roughly, plunging my tongue inside, taking, exploring. Bella moans again, this time loudly, making me grin as I pull back, my hand still grasping her soft locks.
“I really appreciate your openness,” I tell her, my eyes boring into hers intently. “But I'm not going to f**k you tonight.” She remains impassive, already too used to the way I play my games.
Months ago a look of disappointment would have crossed her features, but now she just remains calm, waiting. I smile, which is probably more a hungry leer, before I go on.
“Unless you're a good little slut and earn it.”
I know that she doesn't really get off on the name calling, but it's one of the few compromises we’ve made. Bella knows that I don't exactly mean it in a degrading way, it's part of the game for me, and as such she appreciates it.
I think it's one of the last vestiges of her moral high ground that I keep tearing down, her way of being reluctant to fully succumb to me. I respect that, although I don't necessarily like her view. But we all have something that simply rubs us the wrong way, and as long as we can make it work, I won't push her. Too much. One of these days we will have to have another of those 'I don't really get why you're holding on to your former self' talks, but as it is, I'm damn excited she's willing to push her physical limits. And we have time, no need to jump the gun.
Bella's pant draws me back into the here and now, and I let go of her hair as I have made my point.
“You want that, though, don't you? You want to be f**ked.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My c**k twitches in my pants, and I quickly think of something unpleasant to dampen the effect her whispered words have on me. Nothing gets me like her being in full on submissive mode. I nudge her chin with my nose, signaling her to straighten up again and look forward instead of at me, and she quickly complies, a smile playing across the corners of her mouth.
When she's still again, I put both my hands at her hips, then bring them up over her flat stomach to cup her br**sts. Her ni**les are hard already from her being naked for so long, but also from excitement, and I idly pluck on them before I grab her tits hard, squeezing. Her breath hitches for a moment, but she doesn't tense up, instead relaxes further. I keep playing with her ni**les, rolling them between my fingers while I watch her in the mirror.
I shift my grip a little, and let my right hand drift lower, down to her hip again. She eagerly spreads her legs wider, and I smirk as I cup her sex with my hand. A quick swipe with my finger around her entrance reveals just how wet she already is, wet and ready for me. I gather some of her juices and run my fingers between her pu**y lips until I reach her clit. A soft moan escapes her as I circle it, quickly cutting off when I instead pinch her labia hard, repeatedly. Even though she tenses up now I know she likes it, as her hips are still pushed towards my hand, not ever bucking away to evade me.