Chapter 11

Marc was walking a knife’s edge with Sinead. If he pushed too hard, she would baulk and the game would end. If he pushed too little she would try to grab the upper hand again and the game would change. She was stubborn, and fiery, and God was she gorgeous. She was like a sleek redheaded nymph, a wild thing that he should have found out in the forests somewhere.

Sinead’s breasts were small, and he had become very used to the natural expanse of breasts that Felicity offered him to play with, but Sinead was something new and different. He didn’t mind at all that they were small, and he took particular delight in how well they were formed. No over-sagging or floppiness. They were high and just slightly plump, with soft pink areolas and nipples that looked almost like pastel candy. Her body was tight and toned, her legs were long and sleek without being too thin, and her ass...

He didn’t have plans for her ass at the moment, but he wished he did.

Sinead slunk towards him like a cat on all fours, though a timid one rather than the confident tigress that Felicity posed when she did the same. Her ass still wove side to side, though, and her small tits hung a little between her legs. Most of all she looked at him with a fierce defiance to mask her nervousness.

“Lovely, Detective,” Marc said, freely switching between what he called her to keep her off balance. Reminding her of her position pushed her buttons. Using her name pushed other buttons, assuming a closeness between them. She had reached him in his chair. “Now, kneel again.”

She assumed the position he’d shown her, only taking a moment to fix her posture before she looked up at him.

“Very nice, Sinead,” he said. “You look delectable. Now I want you to be Ready. First, you need to spread your knees wider.” She did it, exposing the front of her cunt and her close-cropped little shock of ginger pubes, but not enough. He used his foot to put pressure just on the inside of her knee and she spread them further until she was in a proper position. “Excellent. Now put your hands on the ground in front of you between your legs.” She did, which made her lean forward towards Marc more, her tits pressed just slightly between her upper arms and making them more prominent. “Good. And finally look up at me, just like that, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Sinead hesitated at that last part, but did it.

“This is what it means to be Ready,” Marc said. Different sexual partners had different variations of the positions that a submissive partner would take. Some called them slave poses, or BDSM poses. Marc was a little more simple, especially after he and Felicity had developed their own repertoire and shorthand. “What do you think you’re ready for?”

Sinead raised a sarcastic eyebrow. “I’m going to assume your cock?”