somvnysigns:
the way tess’s voice works through her like honey – sweet and slow. each one of her nerve endings feels on fire. it’s impossible not to sink into her sub space when her mistress speaks to her. she’d been craving this like an addict. no one understands her like tess does. and she’s tried. she’s tried to move on and find someone else. but their touch always repulses her. they don’t paint her skin the same way. their touch doesn’t ignite a fire in her belly. tess calls her a good girl and suddenly the world makes sense. it snaps back into frame. “only mistress knows what i need.” it comes out soft and reverent, but she means it down to her core and she needs her to know. needs her to understand exactly how she feels. the pooling between her legs should be enough answer.
the touch to her bare skin makes her eyes flutter close. she knows what comes next. jamie will become tess’s masterpiece. a moan follows the pinch and slap. it’s like a shot of adrenaline to her system. it’s what she’s needed. head falls back before she snaps back to attention. “i’ll always be good for you. no matter what.” the name makes her nipples harden. her mistress always knows when to push her, to demand perfection from her best sub. “yes, mistress.” she bows her head before looking at her. her eyes settle on the sharp curve of her jaw. how she wishes to place soft kisses along the skin. she can’t get the way her cheek flush when jamie’s pressed a kiss to her cheek.
shaking the thoughts out of her head, she makes eye contact, lips full and pouty. “i’ll be your good pain slut. if i disobey, i deserve the punishment.” a thrill runs her spine at the prospect. but she wouldn’t do it on purpose. she fights to be a good girl for tess at all times. walking towards the bed, she makes a show of it feeling her eyes on her the entire time. climbing on the bed, she arranges herself until she’s comfortable. scenes with her mistress are never a sprint, always a marathon. inhaling, she closes her eyes and readies herself.
Tess couldn’t help but run her tongue over her lips as Jamie moved to the bed. Her desire to touch her hadn’t diminished an inch, but rather grew stronger with each passing moment, with each order promptly obeyed by the submissive. There was no one like Jamie. No one so eager to please, so willing to be used, and her few weeks alone in Rosewood were more than enough to reinforce that sentiment. As a Domme, it was always her duty to give her all in any given scene, but it was impossible to not feel encouraged to go the extra mile when she was in control of a submissive with whom she shared such a connection with. It wasn’t just a carnal need — though that was decidedly present as well — it was much deeper than that.
Once Jamie was settled in the position she ordered, Tess removed a single piece of her own clothing, a jacket that could impede her movements, her gaze firmly on the submissive the entire time. Placing a knee on the bed right between Jamie’s legs, Tess showed incredible restraint to not give in, and touch her partner where she wanted the most — instead, when she finally lowered herself, she placed her lips on the skin of the woman’s firm thigh, tongue darting just slightly before it was replaced with her teeth. Her left hand meanwhile, moved further north, scratching where her leg met her hip. Tess’ actions were carefully calculated, precise. She had no reason to rush the scene, finally having Jamie all for herself in complete privacy, and she would very well take advantage of that.
Tess continued to move upwards, tasting Jamie’s skin just a few inches apart every time. Every so often her eyes would look up, gauging for any reaction, any disobedience. As she climbed the submissive’s body, she also got more aggressive, licks being replaced by firmer bites, scratches turning into pinches, harsher slaps. Just as she was reaching Jamie’s navel — making sure she skipped the girl’s wetness completely — Tess became even more daring, closing her fist to swing a carefully placed punch on the front of the submissive’s leg. Her goal was very simple: to cover every inch of Jamie’s body with a different reminder of who owned it. Nobody else would know who left them but the two of them, but that was more than enough for Tess. Moving once again, she finally reached Jamie’s breasts, her fingers tortuously twisting a nipple as she leaned to whisper against her ear, “is this what you wanted? What you needed? Talk to your Mistress. Beg for me.”














