Grace - Part IV

Grace half expected the room to be filled with implements of domination. She wasn't sure why, it seemed to just fit Sandra's personality. Her expectations were quite opposite from reality, though.

The room was simple. A moment of early American History preserved and passed down for generations. The value of the antiques in the room, must have been astounding.

It was different from the rest of the house. The house, a mansion built by Sandra's grandfather, was full of opulence and grandeur. This room was modest like a pioneer home during the gold rush, almost rough.

Grace was thrust from her thoughts when Sandra pushed her back into the wall near the door. Then, as if Grace had not already received enough surprises this evening, Sandra dropped to her knees in front of her.

"I want you to take me. Here. Now."

Excitement raced through Grace's body. The sense of awe and mystery drove her libido and her head began to spin. Slowly she dropped her defenses.

"I want you to make me yours. Bend me to your will. Take me."

The words rose like on clouds. Lustful with a hint of desperation. Grace could not say no.

She bent down and grabbed the back of Sandra's head, pulling her up towards her. She let her lips linger barely touching Sandra's. Breathing in the energy that was not passing rapidly between them.

She felt out the landscape of Sandra's lips, savoring the touch. She slowly parted her mouth with her tongue. Exploring, teasing, playing. Just a little taste. Just a little taste.

She could feel Sandra's breathing deepen and speed up, yet Grace continued to take her time. She looked into Sandra's eyes. She looked deep, wanting to make sure this is really what Sandra wanted. The wanting was there. The longing was there. It turned Grace on more than she had been in a long time.

Grace used her hands to walk every curve of Sandra's face. The gentle arc of her brow, the crescent of her nose, the apples of her cheeks. She gently kissed her eyelids. She wanted to savor every moment. It had, after all, been a long time, and this was an exceptional occurrence.

Grace unbuttoned Sandra's shirt and removed it revealing nearly perfect breasts beneath a lacy bra. Time had been very good to Sandra.

Grace began to explore Sandra's body with her mouth. Kissing her neck. Her collar bone. Along the line of her bra as she slipped the straps down off Sandra's shoulders.

Sandra made an attempt to remove Grace's top, but was met with a stern grip pushing her hands away.

"You are mine, remember? I am bending you to my will, you keep your hands to yourself."

Grace removed her bra and admired the beauty before her.

Grace had mastered the art of gentle force years before. She pushed Sandra with great force to the floor, all the while cradling Sandra's head in her hand.

She took in her curves, her breasts, her flat stomach. She kissed all her favorite places. Sandra's sides, her belly, that curve between the hip and the waist. All the while carefully removing Sandra's skirt, and then her matching lace panties. She teased and toyed with Sandra until she could feel Sandra's body move beneath her touch.

She had barely gotten started, and she could already feel how badly Sandra wanted to be taken over. Grace was having her own hard job holding back. The urge to just devour Sandra right there and then was tremendous, but she wanted to draw it out. She wanted the full power to bend Sandra anyway she wanted. She needed to be needed.