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Chapter 7

Her hands were under my arms and she was pulling me upwards. Before I even had a chance to find my balance, she was kissing me, her tongue deep in my mouth. She pulled me close to her as we kissed, keeping me tight against her body. Then in one smooth motion, she spun us around. Now my back was to the bed.

She was smiling wildly at me, her eyes alive with feral energy that chilled me. I let her lower me backwards onto it, returning her manic grin with one I hoped didn't communicate as much anxiety as I felt. Her teeth were white fangs splitting open blood-red lips. Her hair fell in front of her face, darkening her eyes. My chest tightened as I sank into the mattress.

"You seem nervous, Little Flower," she purred. "What is there to be afraid of?"

"This is my first time," I said, my words coming out in a single exhalation of anxiety.

"I cannot imagine that is true," she replied, leaning into my neck. "A girl such as you? One of Saskia's little things? No, it is too much to believe."

Her lips brushed against my neck, nose against my earlobe. Goosebumps sprang out over my skin. She smelled dark and heavy. One of her curls splashed across my face and I yelped.

"But maybe, if you react like this," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"It's my first time like… like this," I said, my words blurring together as her soft kisses filled my mind with hazy pleasure.

"Hush," she whispered into my ear, pressing a long finger against my lips. "First time, second time, tenth time — this does not matter to me. All that is important now is that I can have you how I wish."

I moaned and shivered, my body suddenly aching for her touch. But she refused to give it to me, lingering at my ear. Her warm breath brushed against my ear. I shut my eyes as my eyebrows arched, a single squeak of a moan escaping my lips around her finger. I could hear her smile again.

"Little Flower," she murmured. "So much tension. Should Cosmina help you relax?"

"I think that's my job," I whispered, beginning to turn towards her.

A hand spread out from the finger on my lips, clenching around my cheeks and holding me tightly in place. The tips of pointed nails dug into my skin.

"No, you are incorrect," she said, voice a quiet growl. "Your job, Little Flower, is to satisfy me in the way that I desire."

"And you desire me… relaxed?" I offered, words slurred from the strength of her hand.

"Hush," she repeated. "You talk almost too much. How about instead you answer question of mine."

She released my jaw, kissing a line down my neck. I sucked in air between my teeth.

Relax, I willed myself, knowing it was foolish to try. Then Saskia's voice broke through to remind me: This is what you were made for.

"I can do that," I said, letting a girlish bounciness color my words.

Her hands slid down my body, squeezing me, feeling the curve of my belly and hips. I moaned, reveling the feeling. I wanted her to use me, to know my body and take me how she wanted. A quiet voice crawled between my pleasure, pulling open my anxieties.

Is this really how you're supposed to be taken? it asked. Aren't you supposed to be pleasing her? Why are you letting her be the one to take you?

"Very beautiful girl in very beautiful dress," she complimented, her voice coming from my knees. "Did you choose it yourself?"

"I did," I half-gasped, her hands suddenly finding their way up and under the skirt of my gown, pushing the layers of tulle and silk open and revealing my stocking-covered legs. "I'm glad you like it."

"How do you feel to wear it?"

"Gorgeous," I sighed in pleasure as her fingers traced a line up my thighs. "Like a fairy tale princess."

"And 'princess,' this is something you always wanted to be?"

"I think so," I admitted, the truth coming from somewhere deep inside of me. "I… I guess I never let myself want it when I was young."

"But beautiful gowns and pretty dress," she said, pushing back the layers of my gown with her shoulders as her fingers continued their slow, curving path up my leg. "Lacy bra, and frilly panties. You notice these."

"Yes, I did. Doesn't everyone?"

Her hands were at my hips now, resting on the waistband of my panties. Slowly, her fingers curled and slid into the lacy waistband.

"Some people notice because they want to take off," she said, beginning to peel my panties off me. "I am one of those people. But you — you are different."

"I want to put them on instead," I sighed as she pulled them over my knees, down to my ankles.

Goosebumps spread out over my body. I was a ball of nervous tension, skin alive, every brush of lace and silk sending waves of electric pleasure cascading over my limbs. Cosmina's motions were slow, calculated, and teasing.

"More fun for you to be dressed in pretty things than take off of others," she explained, tugging my panties off over my stilettos and throwing them to the floor. "That is why we go together so nice, you see? You and me. Two pieces of puzzle. Opposites attract."

"Is that what we are?"

Despite the layers of the gown and petticoat that still covered me, I suddenly felt exposed. Cosmina's hands glided up my legs again, the finger of one hooking into my garter strap, the other coming to a reverent rest on the front of my cage. I gasped at the heat and gentle weight of her hand.

"Of course, Little Flower. I take, and you give. I make naked, and you dress. I cum, and you…" her voice trailed off, her fingers flexing around my cage.

"I want your hands. I want your mouth," I moaned, lifting myself up and resting against my elbows so I could look at her. "I want your… cock. But I know I'm supposed to give you mine."

"You have clit, Little Flower," she grinned, though the look was more like the baring of fangs.

A chill ran down my spine.

"Then show me what having a cock is like."

My chest tightened as I said it, my cage bouncing in her hand.

"I will. But first, you beg for it," she said.

"Please, Cosmina," I moaned, letting myself fall backwards and pushing my hips up against her hand. "I need your big cock. I want it so badly."

"What should I do with it?"

"I want to suck you again. I want you in my mouth. I want to make you cum. I want to suck you dry."

Cosmina chuckled. It was a bright sound that cut straight through me, making the hairs on my neck stand up.

"Is that only place you want it?"

"No. No. No," I gasped. "I want you inside of me."

"Beg for it, sissy!"

Her voice was suddenly loud and hard, the teasing tone of it replaced with a cold steel edge. Just the sound of it made my breath catch in my throat.

"Please, Cosmina, fuck me! I want your big cock to fill me!"

"You want to be fucked like sissy girl?"

"Oh god, yes," I moaned, feeling my body ache for it. "I want you to do it. Please, make me feel like a sissy."

"Little Flower, no need to beg," she laughed. "Just be patient. I will give to you what you want."

"I want to make you cum. I need your cum, Cosmina."

"You will get it. And more. I will make you scream my name. I am going to fuck you like the little sissy slut."

"I need that. Please, I need it so bad."

"Are you sure, Little flower? Are you ready?"

"I — I was made for this."

The truth of the words burned into me. Everything that Mistress had taught me, everything that I had agreed to — all of it was coming to a head now. Every moment since that first pink dress had been a step along the path that led inevitably toward here. I was Mistress Saskia's sissy, and that was what I was meant to be.

"Then let us see what you can do."