Ignore her threats

Dasille pushes against your shoulders but you hold her pinned to the bed, slowly licking from her elfin hear to her long and slender neck. She smells exotic and her skin tastes sweet as though she is painted with sugar or honey.

"If you do not stop I will be very cross," Dasille gasps.

You look up at her, a mischievous look on your face and you let your tongue drag over her collarbone and down to the wineglass swell of her left breast. You kiss the soft, powdered flesh, the white makeup clinging slightly to your lips. Her nipple stands out and presses against your cheek as you kiss her breast, lower, until you circle her burgundy nipple with the tip of your tongue. You flick the pebble of her small nipple and kiss it and then suck, drawing it and a portion of her soft flesh against your lips and bathing it in your warm saliva.

Dasille cries out at the suction and at your teasing tongue.

"You filthy whore!" she moans, but is no longer fighting. "Don't...don't make me summon...my guards."

You kiss and lick and suck and then repeat, kissing down the valley of her cleavage and over to the other breast, to **** and pleasure her straining nipple with your practiced tongue and sucking lips. As you pleasure her in this way your hands are busy, sliding down to the hem of her silken dress and pushing it up her thighs until you can feel the lace of her panties beneath your fingertips.

You hook your fingertips into the waist of her panties and Dasille's almond-shaped eyes bulge and she begins to struggle again. You give her a devilish grin and begin to pull her panties down.

"No!" she objects. "You've taken far too much liberty already. If you persist I WILL take action."