Mimi Mine

by Aubrey Cara

  Hands on the wall, she bit her lip not knowing what to anticipate next. She had to fight the urge to fidget on her feet and close her legs.

  Concentrating on calming her breath, she startled at the sound of a bottle cap opening in the silent room. If the rumble of Mason's rich masculine chuckle was any indication her move hadn't gone unnoticed. The placement of his warm hand on her waist made her jump again.

  “Nervous?” he asked with laughter in his voice.

  She shook her head in denial.

  “Maybe you should be,” he said quietly at her ear. Her breath caught as the hairs on her nape stood on end. “You were quite naughty this month, Ms. Westfall. First, let's discuss your inappropriate work attire.”

  The cool wet head, of what she did not know, pushed at her rosette, making her jerk away. Her pulse beat loud in her ears knowing what was coming. The hand at her waist tightened pulling her back. Making her take what she could assume was a plug by the gradual stretch and burn of her bottom hole as he eased it inside her.

  “That's it. Almost all the way in.”

  Mimi squeaked, rising up on her toes as her sphincter closed around the flared base.

  “Good girl,” he said patting her sore rump, making her involuntarily clench on the plug. “Now, I do believe you were trying to tempt and tease me with your skimpy outfits, Ms. Westfall.” His words were cool and matter-a-fact, all the while his hands blazed a sensual trail over her body. Plucking at her nipples, moving over her hips. Down her thighs between her legs, but falling just shy of her aching need.

  “I can't have my employees being indecent at the office. Can I?” When she didn't answer he pinched her sore bottom, making her whimper. “Can I?”

  “No-no, sir. Mr. Coleman.”

  “No, Ms. Westfall, I can’t. And you strutting around barely clad was indecent,” he said, the last at her ear making her shiver. “The next time you wear one of those outfits to the office you'll be wearing this plug for the day. Is that understood?”

  She gulped imagining having to wear the plug all day at the office. Wanton moisture trickled out from her core. “Yes sir. I understand.”

  “And then there is the matter of your work performance. It has been lacking.” His tone spoke of grave disappointment. “For your performance I blame myself. I haven't been properly motivating you.” Fingers closed over her clit and squeezed a cry from her lips as sensation swamped her body.

  “Tsk, tsk. Hands on the wall.”

  She had left the wall to grab his wrists. His fingers were now gliding back and forth over her wet slit in a maddening tease. With a shaky breath she placed her trembling hands back on the wall.

  “Lucky for you, I've had about a month to think on all the ways I can properly motivate you.” With that his hands and body were gone so fast he left a cool rush of air in his wake.

  She heard shuffling, then...velcro? Straps wrapped around her legs, and scraped against her bottom, making her involuntarily clench around the plug. Sensations flashed through her. Something rubbery settled against her core and she had a niggling feeling she knew just what it was.

  “On your knees.”

  Mimi gulped, as she eased down into a kneeling position, all the while waiting for whatever was nestled between her legs to go off.

  “Knees wide. Hands behind your back.”

  She spread her knees, shifting as the move made her hyper aware of the plug spearing her bottom. Placing her hands behind her, she felt his warmth against her back as he tied her wrists with silky material. Too soon he was gone, again leaving cool air in his wake. She whimpered in protest and she felt his hand smoothing her hair. She shamelessly rubbed into his touch, craving his caress, his body wrapped around hers.

  A hand on her chin tilted her face up. A thumb rubbed against her cheek and she wondered if he was studying her. Taking in how she slightly trembled in a constant state of anticipation. No sooner had she thought it than vibrations buzzed at her core, sending shocking jolts right over her clit. Her knees instinctively tried to close over the sensation. Mason's feet stopped her, keeping her splayed.

  “Now it's time for some proper motivation.”

  Her mouth opened on a soundless cry as the vibrations pressing into her clit grew stronger. She pulled at her bonds wanting to get away from the tortuous device as much as she wanted to grind it harder against her until she came. She felt her arousal leaking out and soaking the straps at her inner thighs.

  Her body flew to a hyper state of need. She needed him filling her. Anywhere. Everywhere. She needed him inside her like she needed to breathe. The vibrations ramped up in torturous tempo and she cried out, gyrating her hips. But the vibrations just moved with her. Leaving her hanging on the cliff. Not able to go over.

  *** ***

  Mason took his time releasing his pants, his eyes never wavering from the decadent sight of Mimi on her knees before him. From sleek head to painted toes, her body was flushed with arousal, her head tipped back as she panted with little mewls of sound.

  His blue silk tie covered her eyes. He could see her pulse beating heavy at her delicate neck. Her liquid honey already painted her thighs spilling out around the little lavender butterfly strapped to her beautiful pussy.

  He'd not meant for the spanking to be purely punishment. He enjoyed seeing how hot his spankings could make her. Usually every stroke he laid across her bottom made his pulse pound and cock throb until the only thing he could think of was coming inside her luscious body.

  One look at her face when he'd asked her if she was allowed to choose how she was punished and he knew what she really needed this time. And he'd give her anything she needed. Especially this.

  He slid his thumb into her mouth, letting her know what was to come. She closed her lips sucking greedily. Her thighs trembled and tried to close against his feet splaying her wide as she moaned low. He drank in the sight of her floating through a teasing orgasm. The strongest aphrodisiac he'd ever known.

  “Mimi mine, how beautiful you are,” he whispered. He hadn't meant to say it. He'd meant to dictate something in his stern voice that never failed to strip her down to naked longing. Instead he pulled her mouth open with his thumb and eased his cock inside.

  Her hungry hum of sensual appreciation as her hot, wet mouth closed around his erection vibrated down his length, making his eyes roll back. His control was a tenuous thread. Hands behind her back, she lifted up on her knees to bob her mouth on his cock. Stopping to swirl her tongue around his spongy tip before sucking him deep.

  Mason had dreamt of how he'd sensually tease and torture Mimi for hours. Make her beg for his cock. How he'd take his time undressing her. Then he’d lounge as he gloried in the sight of Mimi standing on decadent display for him, with the emerald based plug winking at him. Her sensual honey dripping to pool under her, just like it was now.

  Instead he felt himself extricating himself from her mouth before he came. He tore at his clothes before ripping off the straps that held the little lavender butterfly hiding her pussy. A pussy he needed to be inside. He'd spent the month jacking off while thinking about the hot slide of her cunt against his cock. Now that he could see her honey wet against her thighs, and smell her dewy aroma in the air, he needed the real thing.

  He plucked her off the ground to push her against the wall, not bothering to remove her bindings as he impaled her with his cock.

  “Please,” she begged, as he held himself high inside her, grinding against her bundle of nerves. Her legs wrapped around him as she pulled at her bindings, but he held her immobile as he hammered into her. Her body bowed as her channel spasmed, but still, he pounded up in her, wringing every last drop from her orgasm as she cried out again and again. Not until she was reduced to mewling whimpers did he come deep inside the clutch of her body.

  She sagged in his arms. Panting she begged, “Please, Mason. Please release me.”

  The irrational part of him said never. He was never releasing her. Breathing heavy with his face
buried in her neck, he reached around to untie her bindings. With his body still pressing her to the wall he rubbed at her wrists as she pulled her blindfold up and off her head.

  She blinked up at him and her beautiful gaze settled the raging storm inside him. “I love you,” she said cupping his face. It was like a balm to his ravaged soul to hear those words from her lips.

  “I could have lost you.”

  “But you didn't. I'm right here.”

  “I can never lose you.” His words breathed across her lips, before his mouth moved against her’s in a tease of a kiss.

  “You never will.”

  He wanted to believe her. He needed her alive and well, always by his side. Always his. He felt his cock already stirring to life inside her. One measly orgasm was not enough.

  He moved gently inside her, sipping at her lips before releasing her legs and setting her feet to the ground, and leaving the warmth of her body.

  “Mason, what—” Her words cut off as she saw him grab the lube from the end of the dresser and her eyes rounded in understanding.

  Without a word she turned and placed her hands on the wall, offering herself up to him. She thrust her still red bottom out at him, her head bowed. She peeked over her shoulder with an impish little smile teasing her lips. There was never a more beautiful sight.

  His cock throbbed to be back inside her heat. He let her watch as he stroked the lube onto himself, taking his excruciating time as she seemed be enjoying the show.

  Sliding the jeweled plug out, he teased her back passage before pushing in his cock head. Her breath hitched and he fought the urge to push in hard at the maddeningly seductive sound. He waited for her to relax to ease into her tight body. Watching as every inch of his cock disappeared between her two rosy cheeks.

  He held his groin tight against her swollen bottom. Bending her back to his chest, he worked her clit, pressing and circling the needy nub until she bucked and writhed in his arms. Only then did he move. Slow and deliberate at first, making sure she felt each drag of his cock until she whimpered and begged for more.

  In a haze he thrust harder, faster. Her cries ringing out as she clutched at him. Her channel set off in a series of spasms, milking his cock within the tight grip of her body. This time his release thundered through him from the base of his sack, pouring out in a painful torrent.

  Legs shaking, he eased them to the ground as they panted and trembled. Reaching toward the end of the bed he dragged the comforter down and wrapped it around them. He snuggled Mimi into the curve of his body. Holding her, Mason drifted to sleep, more content than he'd felt all month. But still, a voice in the back of his head played, He could have lost her.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Some time during the night Mason had moved them to the bed. Mimi stretched, then groaned at all the deliciously sore places that were making themselves known. From the lack of sunlight filtering through the drapes she could tell it was still too early to be awake on a Saturday. Reaching over to burrow into Mason's warmth, she was surprised to find his side of the bed cold.

  Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around. The bathroom light wasn't on. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand she saw that it was only six-fifteen in the morning. Definitely too early to be up.

  Yawning, she got up and shrugged into Mason's thick robe as she made her way into the hall. She peeked into the living room. Jenny raised her head from her spot on the floor. Daisy didn't even twitch. But no sign of Mason. From where she stood she could see the kitchen was empty.

  Going back the way she came she called out, “Mason, are you here?” She suddenly felt like she was in some creepy horror film.

  “Back here.”

  Padding down the hall, she eased the door to his office open. Other than a tour of the house she hadn't spent any time back here. The room was decorated by an interior designer, like most of the house. She thought this room reflected Mason's personality well with its minimalist décor and black and white photos of engines on the walls. The only odd thing was the huge fish tank along one wall that housed little Stan Lee.

  He looked lonely.

  So did her big, sexy man. He sat behind a mid century modern architect styled desk squinting at the screen of his laptop. From his rumpled state and dark circles under his eyes he didn't look like he'd gotten much sleep. He only wore flannel sleep pants, and although the sight of him bare chested was giving her wicked thoughts, she wondered if he was cold.

  Wandering into his space and behind his desk she felt a thrill when he pulled her onto his lap.

  Nope. Not cold. He was all warm man as he settled her against him wrapping an arm around her, but never looking away from the screen. She glanced at the computer and saw he had a dozen search tabs open.

  “Whatcha doin'?” she asked playing with the silky short hairs at the back of his neck.

  “Some research. Would you rather get a Mercedes SUV, a Subaru Outback, or a Honda CRV?” he asked finally looking at her.

  “A Mercedes SUV?” she asked, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

  “I know, that one surprised me too. I figured BMW X5 would be on the list before a Mercedes.”

  “What list?” She asked feeling completely lost.

  “Top car safety ratings. I have it narrowed down to three. I figured we could go test drive after we pick up Zeke.”

  “I thought we were still going to decorate and take Zeke ice skating,” she said sitting up to look at him questioningly. He just looked back like he was being completely reasonable. “Look, I'm glad you’re concerned and did the research for safety ratings, but the only car I can afford off that list is the Honda. And my car can easily be fixed. Trust me when I say paying my deductible is cheaper than getting a new car. I have twenty-three thousand in a nest egg. It's taken me four years to save that—three of those living with my parents—and that is for a down payment on a house.”

  Mason's face clouded over. He looked like he wanted to say something badly but was holding his tongue.

  “You're dating an extremely independent woman, Mr. Coleman.”

  “And you're dating a man that wants you to drive a GMC Denali with five point harness seat belts, Ms. Westfall.”

  Mimi rolled her eyes, exasperated.

  “Is it wrong that I want to buy you the safest vehicle money can buy?”

  “It is when I don't need a new vehicle. Nor do I want you to spend your money on buying me a car.”

  “That's too bad because I need you to be in a safe vehicle, and I want to be the one who buys it for you.”

  She sighed knowing she wasn't going to win this argument. Not while Mason was obviously still shaken up about the accident last night. She moved to distract and evade. Getting up she opened the robe covering her and straddled Mason's lap. His hands automatically went to her hips, pulling her down to rub against his newly awakened erection.

  Stroking her hands up his chest, she made her voice as sultry as possible as she said, “I'm hungry. Can we talk about this later?”

  “Don't think I don't know you're trying to distract me and change the subject,” he said, squeezing her tender bottom in a strong grip, making her moan and grind down against him.

  God, she was already so wet and ready. She moved to shift his sleep pants to take exactly what she wanted, but he slapped her hand away. Her surprised gaze snapped to Mason's indomitable stern glare and her belly flipped. Lifting her up, he turned her, pushing her down over his desk, shoving his laptop out of the way in one move. He had the robe flipped up over her head and was slapping her ass in seconds.

  She tried to stand back up, but a hand at the small of her back insured she stay put. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked right as another smack of his hand shifted her forward making her squeal and go up on tip toes. The desk was cold and the pencil ridge along the bottom of the architect's desk dug into her belly.

  Smack. “We're having a discussion.” His hand kept coming down hard in a st
eady rhythm. Right side left side. Right on her tender sit spot that was much abused by a paddle last night. She tried to slide sideways on the desk but his hand holding her just pressed down more firmly.

  “Oww! This doesn't feel like a discussion!”

  That earned her two extra hard cracks. “We're discussing how I don't appreciate you changing the subject.” Her ass stung and throbbed as the next two came. She didn't remember his hand being as hard as the blasted paddle.

  “Ahh, I don't appreciate being spanked for that!”

  Mason's spanking hand reached between her legs smearing her own telling moisture along her slit. “Funny. I think you do.”

  She had not a second to process that embarrassingly accurate statement before being impaled by his thick length. The stretch of him robbed her of breath.

  “Are you going to let me buy you a car?”

  “This isn't fair,” she panted.

  “Not fair would be taking your ass until you're a good girl and let me buy you a car,” he growled. He punctuated this by sliding a wet digit in her bottom hole.

  “Ahh, okay!” she said breathing hard. “I'll think about it! I'll think about it!”

  Mason took her hard, pulling her back by the waist as he slammed home inside her again, and again. Slapping his groin against her newly chastised bottom with every thrust.

  She cried out as her orgasm tore through her quick and strong. Her hands fisting in the bunched up robe around her. Mason came with a growl. Her quaking channel milking him for every drop of his cum as she crested one last time.

  She hung limp from the desk. Mason's masculine form draped over her. He breathed puffs of air against her shoulder. He kissed along her back, his stubble abrading in a delicious way, before he pulled her up and into his arms.

  God, she loved this man. When she was wrapped in his arms she was sure she could stay there forever.

  “Let's get you some breakfast and go get Zeke,” he said, his voice gruff and sexy in a way it got only after loving. “Then we’ll go get a tree. I’ll let the car shopping go...for today. I'm actually kind of excited about putting up decorations. Besides, I hear Santa won't come if we don't have a tree, and since 'Santa' already got kiddo a bike...”