Myka and the Millionaire
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“Beautiful, my love,” he said to her with pleasure, and Myka wiggled. “Now,” he added with a smile, “get up and let me bind those lovely wrists.” He fastened the handcuffs, then had her lie down over the edge of the bed. “While I spank you,” he told her in a seductive voice. “I want you to wear this plug. I’m going to take your ass tonight before I lick you into oblivion again as many times as I can.”
Myka wiggled her butt at him and he slapped it once. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, spreading lube on her anus with his finger and pushing with the plug. Myka opened her legs and sighed as he slowly pushed the plug into her body. It was the largest one they had, and it hurt slightly going in, but once it was fully inserted she felt pleasure. She liked plugs now, and she loved being fucked while wearing one, and she had come to enjoy anal sex too, partly because it pleased Gabriel so much, and partly because it felt so damn good.
“Do you trust me?” he asked in a low voice. “Please, look at me.” Myka twisted to see his face. His eyes were burning, but his expression was tender. “You’ll tell me when?”
She nodded. “I will.”
“All right.” He hesitated. Ever since they had gotten back together, he was ultra-concerned about her boundaries. On one hand Myka found it touching. On the other, she wanted him to push a little more sometimes, as long as he was doing it with love and passion.
“Remember, I said stop last night with the paddle?” she reminded him. He stepped out of his jeans, and his cock rose at her words.
“So you did. But that was so you could drink some water. Then you handed it back to me and said pretty please, keep going.” He chuckled at the memory, and Myka watched his cock harden further.
“And I said stop last week, too, when you tied me to the bed and made me orgasm four times in a row?”
“Yes. I think you could have gone for five, though.” He was now rock solid.
“So believe me, I will tell you when I’ve had enough. And right now, though, you haven’t given me anything. Chicken?” she taunted him.
“Oh, ma chèrie, are we back to that again?” He laughed, and then slapped her with his open palm across her left buttock. “Now let me get to this spanking.” He slapped again, hard, and the sound echoed through the room. He commented, “I love the sound of my hand hitting your ass.”
Myka moaned and ground her hips into the bed. “I like the sounds you make when you fuck me,” she returned, then cried out as he hit harder.
“I’ll make plenty of those later,” he promised her, sending down a flurry of spanks, “after I turn your ass an even, pretty pink. Stop kicking up your legs. Stay still. You deserve this, you know, for saying no to my mouth earlier.”
Myka felt her insides turn to liquid at his forceful tone. When he told her to stay still during a spanking, it always ratcheted up her arousal to nuclear levels, and he knew it well, and made sure to include plenty of the dirty talk that got her especially hot. He was so dominant, up to the point when she needed him to stop; she loved being his complete submissive, doing anything and everything he ordered, up until she no longer could.
She didn’t care if their dominance and submission was a game, or a real thing, or a mix of both—it was something that gave them both magnificent pleasure, so what did it matter how it compared to anyone else? She had long since stopped caring about Rachel The Super Sub With The Bionic Ass, because Gabriel had made it shatteringly clear that Myka was his Super Sub, his love, the one he wanted for always and forever.
Gabriel stopped spanking her ass and pulled her up to sit beside him. His eyes were piercing, and he smiled that gorgeous smile, the one that had melted her the day they met in the dance club, and the one that melted her every time since.
“Monte-moi. Ride me,” he murmured, “but don’t come until my command.” Once she climbed onto his lap, he grabbed her hips to push her down onto him, both of them gasping as his hard length pushed into her body.
“Yes, sir,” whispered Myka, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to her body, feeling the warmth of his mouth and his stubble against her skin.
“You always feel so good,” he said into her neck, biting hard and digging his fingers into the flesh at her hips, “so tight, so perfect.”
“You too,” Myka managed between breaths, because now he was flicking her clit with his index finger, with the perfect amount of pressure and twist, and the motion made her insane with need. “Please,” she begged. “I want to come.”
“Not yet,” he said, continuing his sensual assault between her legs. “Keep moving like that, chèrie, yeah, just like that. Let it grow but don’t let it go yet. I like making you hold back.”
“You’re so mean!” wailed Myka. She twisted and tried to get away from his teasing fingers, but he held her firm.
“If you come, I’ll paddle you,” he warned, “and then I’ll still fuck your ass. So really, it’s in your own best interest to hold off.”
“I appreciate—the—warning,” Myka bit out the words, focusing, biting her lip, trying to stem the tide within her body. “You—are—so—fucking—thoughtful!”
Gabriel roared out a laugh and slapped her ass with his free hand, hard, and then again. “Yes, I am,” he agreed, then lifted her from his lap and rolled her to the bed. “On your elbows and knees, chèrie. I can’t wait any longer. I want this as badly as you do.”
When Myka was in position, he took the base of the plug with one hand, braced her buttocks with the other, and whispered, “Push out.”
Myka, embarrassed as always at this intimate and perverse action, flushed hard; even though he couldn’t see her face, he sensed it and chuckled. “Are you blushing, chèrie? After all this time, you’re still shy about your ass? Answer me.”
“Yes, I am,” she whispered back, enjoying the sexy humiliation that washed over her, because it was just him—just Gabriel—the love of her life. She enjoyed being teased and toyed with by him alone.
“Good. I like that you are,” he announced, and dropped the plug onto a waiting washcloth on the nightstand, next to a bottle of lube.
Myka heard the bottle snap open and jumped at the sudden drizzle of cool liquid, but sighed as his finger started rubbing the way she liked. She wasn’t so embarrassed that she couldn’t push her hips back to meet his finger, nor so shy that she wouldn’t clench her anal muscles around him, making him laugh and slap her with the other hand.
“Tu aimes ça? You like it? Don’t be greedy,” he chided her. “More is coming, chèrie. Much more.” And then she felt the tip of his hard heat push at her tight ring, and clenched in anticipation. It hurt; his large length inside her ass was tight and uncomfortable, yet at the same time the intimacy and trust involved made the act something she enjoyed and even initiated on occasion, wanting to give him that gift.
“Now,” he said, his voice tight, and he pushed against her protesting muscles. “Relax, Myka, and push back,” he instructed. As always, she’d forgotten in the nervous anxiety of the impending moment. When she relaxed her ass cheeks, he gave a strong thrust and seated himself, and the sensation was a burn and a fullness like nothing else in the world.
She cried out, sounds of pain and pleasure mixed together, as he began to pump in and out, slowly and deliberately, increasing the pace at her nonverbal assent, the way she pushed her hips to meet him, keeping her cheeks relaxed for his intrusion.
“Go harder,” she murmured, finally. “I’m ready.”
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, as he pumped more viciously. “I could fuck your ass every day, Myka. I love your ass, I love everything about it!”
Myka moaned at an especially hard thrust, and he demanded, “Touch yourself. We’ll come together.”
Myka never came from anal alone; she’d read about woman who could have anal orgasms, but she required clitoral stimulation to come when he fucked her ass. Sometimes he made her wait it out and rewarded her afterward with the most glorious oral in the world; other times he wanted them to come together.
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br /> Reaching down, she stroked herself, bracing her weight with her other arm. She trembled to feel his body weight pushing onto hers, but loved it, loved his raw strength and power and dominance over her, taking her, forcing her. The whole idea of anal, the dirtiness of having him in her ass, his frenzy—it all turned her on too, and soon her clit was slick with moisture she’d rubbed in from her pussy and she was panting, squealing, twisting her body and hips into his, sweat dripping down her hairline.
“Please! I’m ready. I’m going to come,” she begged, and he grabbed her hips hard enough to leave bruises and shouted, “Come, come with me, now,” as he gave a powerful thrust, burying himself deeper than before. He jerked out his arousal inside her body and the sensation tipped her over the edge. She screamed as the orgasm shot through her, pooled in her pelvis like liquid fire and cocaine, and swirled down her legs and back up to flare in her clit. She bucked up against him like a wild animal, squeezing his still-hard cock in her ass, twisting her finger against her clit harder and harder, her throat hoarse from the cries. Finally she fell to the bed, sated, her heart pounding out of her chest, sweat rising along her entire body, and Gabriel lay on her for a minute.
“Pulling out now,” he said softly, “take care,” and slowly removed himself from her body.
She winced and whined, then sighed and flopped back down. Eyes closed, she lay on her stomach, still breathing hard, her fingers open against the pillow, letting the residual sensations flow and burst in her belly. “God,” she murmured into the fabric. “Fantastic. I can’t talk. Can’t move.”
Gabriel groaned beside her. “I can’t move either. You kill me, Myka.”
Myka tentatively squeezed her ass cheeks together, feeling the gap between them, knowing it would feel normal again soon; half-worried and half-enjoying it.
“You okay?” he asked, feeling her muscles move, his hand coming to rest on the globe of her cheek.
She nodded. “Mmm hmmm. It feels weird, after. It takes a little while to get back to regular. It’ll be okay, though. It always is.”
Gabriel stroked her with one finger. “Thank you for indulging me. It’s something I love so much.”
“I love it too,” she confessed. “I just can’t do it every night.”
He laughed. “I don’t want your ass every night, even if I say that in the heat of the moment. Your pussy is my all-time favorite. That’s what I want every night.”
He ran a hand over her ass. Myka rolled over and stilled his hand with hers, interlacing their fingers. “I’ll give you ten minutes and then I’ll expect you knocking at Door P,” she said. “Now that you already visited the back door.”
Gabriel laughed and tugged her into his body. “Give me twenty and a shower, and I’m there,” he promised, licking her nipple before settling her onto his chest. Myka felt his heart beat fast and strong, and smelled his cologne and their sex mixed together. The scent was familiar and exhilarating; it was their aroma, their passion, their private joy. Overwhelmed with happiness, she twisted to gaze into his handsome face.
“Myka,” Gabriel whispered, and kissed her lips. “I love you so much.”
She smiled. “I love you too. You’re my end and my means.”
He smiled back, making her heart skip. “And you’re mine.” He slid her onto the pillow and sat up, rummaging in the nightstand. He slipped a small black velvet box into her hand. “Our rings came today. Want to see?”
“Oooh, yes! Finally.” Myka snapped it open, scrambling to sit up beside him. “Oh, Gabriel. Amazing.”
He nodded. “Just like we designed them.”
The two rings—his larger and thicker, hers smaller and delicate, were both made of white gold, but a vein of yellow gold ran through each one in an intricate pattern. Myka’s ring was topped with a stunning diamond, and both were inscribed inside with the words Myka ~ Gabriel ~ Forever.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “You’re all my poems, all my love.”
“And you’re mine.”
“Put it on now,” urged Gabriel, taking the feminine ring, and Myka stifled a sob as she held out her shaking left hand. She could feel Gabriel’s hand trembling too, as he took hers and guided the ring on.
And when she took the masculine ring and managed to push it onto his finger, she saw tears in his eyes to match her own.
“Even before the ceremony,” he said, looking into her eyes. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Je veux rester avec toi pour toujours. I want to be with you forever. Yes?”
Myka nodded. “Yes, always. I love you so much.”
And as they lay together exchanging thoughts and dreams, the bands of gold circling their fingers, Myka felt a stronger band of love holding them together, and she knew that this was the end she’d always wanted—and a fresh beginning for a beautiful life they would build together.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
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