As he kicked off his shoes and began maneuvering out of the denim, she ran her hands around him from behind, caressing his hard chest, his hips, the tops of his thighs—everything but the cock itself.
He leaned his head back in frustration. “Please, baby.”
“That’s right, lover. I want to hear you beg. Beg me.”
He hesitated a moment, letting out a small growl, then said, “Please—touch me,” adding, “Come on, honey. Do it.”
She withdrew her hands.
“What?” he asked, clearly disturbed.
“That sounded more like a demand than begging.” She purposely sounded miffed.
By the time he spun to face her, she’d returned from another trip to her shopping bag, from which she’d retrieved a black leather riding crop. She stood sternly slapping it into the palm of her free hand as she gave him a look meant to quell any arguments.
He raised his eyebrows. “You intend to use that thing on me?”
“You’ve been a bad boy. Clearly, you need to be disciplined.”
He stood looking uncertain, as if perhaps he was having second thoughts about wanting to be dominated. But given all the trouble she’d gone to, arranging all this, she’d be damned if he was going to back out now. Lifting the fringed end of riding crop to her shoulder as he watched, she slid the length of the tool along the swell of one breast, the leather braiding that circled it creating a pleasant sensation as it passed over her skin.
As she’d hoped, the fire returned to his eyes. “Does using it turn you on?”
She nodded. “Very much.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, seeming ready to acquiesce.
“Do what I say and only that. Don’t question me or argue with me. Take what you’re given and like it.”
She sensed the exacting command sinking into his arousal, making him want to obey.
And for the first time in the midst of her attempted discipline, she noticed his cock. It was even bigger than she’d imagined. Certainly the largest specimen she’d ever had. The sight of it made her bite her lip with hunger as she reached out with her new leather toy. Sliding it behind his erection, she pulled it forward a bit, then removed the crop, letting the shaft slap softly against his abs. He let out a soft, quick moan.
But she couldn’t let herself be sidetracked by his hard-on, no matter how colossal and beautiful it looked, so it was back to business. “Turn around and lean over the chair.”
She watched Ty take a deep breath, then pivot, bending slightly at the waist, his wrists still bound behind him. “Like this?”
“Yes, that will do. Now tell me you’ve been a bad boy.”
He hesitated, so she took the opportunity to snap the crop lightly against his lovely, masculine ass, surprised at the pleasure the strike delivered…to her. “Say it,” she commanded.
He sighed, still looking reluctant. “I’ve been a bad boy.”
She smacked his ass with the crop again, slightly harder this time.
“Oh God, I’ve been a bad boy.”
Mmm, yes, that time it sounded like her little spanking was starting to feel good to him.
Her cunt throbbed when she slapped the crop harder across his flesh, this time leaving a pink mark. He moaned.
Each successive strike of the riding crop elicited another groan from Ty, each sounding deeper, deeper, until she asked him, “Do you like your whipping from Mistress Mina?”
He nodded vigorously, even if he looked a bit spent with desire. “Yes.”
“Mmm, that’s a good boy,” she purred, her pussy humming with delight at his submission. “Now, sit back down.”
He obeyed, and when she next saw his eyes, she knew she had him utterly excited, and ready for whatever came next.
“Do you want to see more of me?” She drew the riding crop sensually through her legs and up her pussy in case he needed some inspiration.
He answered deeply. “Oh yes.”
“Beg me.”
He didn’t hesitate this time. “Please let me see you, Mistress Mina. Let me see your breasts, let me see your pretty pussy.”
Oooh, she liked him this way—so much so that it increased the pulse in her cunt and she could barely wait to let him see more of her.
Abandoning her riding crop on the couch behind her, she reached up to curl her fingers into the cups of her bra, slowly pulling them down to reveal taut pink nipples, standing thick and erect. The beads she wore fell between her breasts. He let out a low groan and she ran her hands over them, tweaking the rosy tips.
“So pretty,” he murmured.
“Beg to see my pussy some more,” she instructed him.
The request brought fresh heat to his expression. “Please, Mistress Mina, show me your pussy. Show me your hot, pink cunt. I want to see how wet and open you are.”
Mmm, just what the dominatrix ordered. Like before, his begging upped her excitement, getting her even more turned on than she already was.
She turned, putting her back to him, then slipped her fingers beneath the elastic at her hips. She drew her panties down over her garters and stockings, bending at the waist to give him a hot view from behind. When the panties were at her ankles, she stepped free and turned to stand before him, exposed.
“Oh God,” he breathed, his gaze glued between her thighs.
“You like it, lover?” she asked, reaching down to run her fingers through her damp slit. She glanced down at it herself, aroused at the sight, because she’d shaved away all of her pubic hair except for a narrow swath above her cunt.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, sounding as excited as she was.
Following her instincts and highly aware that he loved watching her autoerotic touches, she sat down on the couch and parted her thighs wide.
“Unh…” he breathed.
Biting her lip, she reached for the riding crop, then began to run the leather-fringed tip over her clit and inner lips.
“Oh God, honey, that’s so damn hot. Let me fuck you now.”
Mia couldn’t quite believe how wonderful it felt to rub the leather crop through her slit while Ty’s eyes drank it all in. She’d never touched herself for a guy before, and like everything else that was a first for her tonight, the rawness of the act thrilled her almost more than she could understand. “You like watching me play with my pussy?” she purred.
“God yes, baby.” His voice was a low, hot rumble. “But I need to fuck you now.”
She lowered the crop to the cushion beside her and squared her gaze on his. “Are you being a bad boy again? Trying to take control when you know it belongs to me?”
Ty looked like he was ready to come bounding off the chair at any second, but at this, he collected himself. She saw him take a deep breath. “No. Whatever you want, Mistress Mina. Whatever you say.”
“Good.” She smiled. “Now, get down on your knees and come over here.”
Their eyes met. His seemed to say he wasn’t sure he liked this part of the game. She kept her gaze steady, though. Commanding.
Finally, he left the chair and dropped to his knees, his hands still firmly tied behind him. He began to move toward her, placing one knee in front of the other.
Ty looked amazingly sexy coming closer to her, his hard cock jiggling with each move, his eyes hungry, his hands still trussed. Knowing he was willingly following her demands only made it better. She parted her legs farther—as far apart as possible—as he neared her, pleased that his burning gaze had fallen back to her cunt.
“Now, eat me,” she said, when he was kneeling between her thighs.
Without a second’s hesitation, he lowered his face to her pussy, closing his mouth over her engorged clit. She cried out at the instant pleasure. Hissing as he began to suckle, she realized her joy ran deeper, much deeper, because the man who mouthed her was Ty. Her Ty, the guy she’d had a crush on for most of her life. And now they were suddenly playing naughty sex games and he was licking vigorously at her slit, getting her wetter and wet
ter, making her think yes, yes, and making her know that disguising herself to be his secret lover was the best thing she’d ever done.
“Oooh, yes, lick my pussy,” she cooed over him, watching as he dragged his tongue all the way from her opening up over her clit. “Oh God, yes, baby, that’s good.”
She lifted one high heel to the couch, her knee bent, to give him even better access, beginning to raise herself toward his ministrations. All the while, she caressed her breasts, gently massaging, lightly twirling the nipples, her black beads clicking together lightly as she thrust at him.
When he looked up, his eyes going glassy at her self-caress, she upped the heat by pushing one breast as high as she could with her hand, then bending toward it—just barely able to rake her tongue across her own nipple. She felt a shudder run through him and cast a sexy smile. “Don’t stop,” she told him. “Lick your Mistress Mina’s pretty pussy.”
Mia’s body was on fire. She wanted to raise the temperature in the room even more, though, so when she caught sight of the riding crop next to her shoe, she took it up and began to swat Ty’s ass in time with her light lunges against his oh-so skilled mouth. In one way, she hated to think of all the other women she knew he’d been with over the years, but in another, she couldn’t have been more pleased to have a man of such experience between her thighs. She moaned as the pleasure grew and grew—glad she hadn’t climaxed before when he’d been in the chair, glad she’d saved it up for now, because she suddenly wanted, more than anything, to come in his hot, sexy mouth.
She whimpered as she drove at him, her Mardi Gras beads snapping together harder. She soon stopped hitting him with the crop, instead reaching past his bound hands to slide the tool up and down the valley of his ass. The new sensation made him moan deeply, so she kept it up, thinking of the leather braiding passing back and forth across his asshole as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
She lowered her free hand to his thick, sandy hair, thrilled by the simple sensation of running her fingers through it, but soon enough she was using it to guide him, to force him, to make him press himself deeper against her as she fucked his mouth. “A little more, baby, just a little more,” she murmured, pulling him to her pussy while she stimulated his ass with the crop.
Both of their moans filled the sultry air, drowning out the CD of sexy songs she’d made, as well as the noises from outside. She wondered briefly if anyone beyond the balcony could hear them, and she hoped so. She hoped all of the French Quarter could hear them making each other so hot.
And then his lips clamped tight around the swollen bud of her clit, and she thrust at him harder, and—oh God—it broke over her like a tidal wave, more consuming and overpowering than anything she’d ever experienced. She heard her own screams without being fully conscious of making a sound. The pleasure pulses were wild, drenching, filling her ears, her whole body—every limb seemed to vibrate with the intense waves.
She lifted, attempting to pull her pussy away from his mouth because it was too much, she couldn’t take it, needed to let it pass and then recover—but Ty wouldn’t release her, following after her cunt until he was pressing her into the back of the couch to keep sucking at her clit. His insistence should have been something to be punished, but it dragged her orgasm out, longer, harder…better. Mmm, yes.
So when the flood inside her finally calmed and he drew back to kneel before her, she didn’t say anything about discipline. In fact, she could barely move. She felt limp and heavy, thoroughly fucked without having been fucked yet. Amazing.
Even more amazing was that Ty sat patiently waiting between her knees for his next instructions, suddenly her obedient little sex slave.
“Was it good?” he asked, looking as if he very sincerely hoped he’d pleased her. His face glistened with her wetness.
She nodded, still trying to come back to herself. “Are you ready for more?” she asked, maintaining her sultry voice.
“Oh yeah, baby. I’m ready for whatever you want, Mistress Mina.”
She couldn’t keep a wicked little smile from spreading across her face. “My, my, aren’t you just a good little boy now? Maybe I should reward you.”
His eyes sparkled with fresh anticipation. “How?”
“Go back to your chair, and maybe I’ll suck your cock.”
Chapter Four
Ty could barely breathe by the time he sat back down. His entire body felt on edge. God, even his ass, from the way she’d rubbed him with the riding crop. He’d never felt anything like that. Had never even thought he’d want to. But Mistress Mina was teaching him a thing or two—just when he thought he knew everything there was to know about sex.
She slowly got to her feet, her fuck-me-now shoes accentuating those long, silky legs, leading up to her sweet little pussy, shaved so smooth. He didn’t think he’d ever been with a woman so incredible.
As for the bondage stuff—he’d been right, he liked being tied up. But he hadn’t even thought about issues like discipline coming with that, and that part…well, it wasn’t easy, but he’d decided to give himself over to it as much as possible, just for this one night. After all, he’d wanted this, hadn’t he? And like an answer to a wish, here was the mysterious Mina, bringing his fantasies to life and adding to the mix with her hot little commands and that sexy riding crop she used so well.
She walked toward him, her lush lips gleaming with the hint of a smile, and it was only then that he realized she must have reached into her bag of goodies when he wasn’t looking, because she held more rope in her hand. His stomach tightened with strange arousal to wonder what she was going to do with it, and to know he was pretty much at her mercy. At her mercy by choice, yes, but there wasn’t much a guy could do with his hands tied behind his back if he decided he wanted the game to end.
She kneeled between his thighs, looking delectable. He could still taste the sweet tang of her cunt—she’d been so wet, he felt like he was wearing her juices all over his face, and the sensation hardened his anxious cock all the more.
Pressing one of his ankles back against the front leg of the chair, she began to tie him to it. Like before, when she’d bound his wrists, the harsh rope bit into his skin, pleasurable only because she was the one making it that way.
As she began her work on his other ankle, he couldn’t help asking, “I thought I was being good now. Why are you tying me up more?”
She flashed a naughty grin from beneath that sexy mask. “Just because you’re being good now doesn’t mean you won’t try to take over in five minutes.” She looked down at her work, circling the bottom of his left leg with more rope, pulling it snug with a motion he felt in his dick, and then raised her gaze to his again. “Besides, I like the way you look tied up.”
He didn’t answer, only felt his cock swell more.
As he watched her work, he thought about that mask of hers, wishing like hell she’d take it off, wondering why she was so adamant about not letting him see her. Must be part of what turned her on about this hot little game, he decided.
He wasn’t sure why seeing her face mattered so much, but when she kissed him… He couldn’t explain it to himself, but something about her felt so familiar, almost as if he knew her. But he didn’t think he’d forget having met Mistress Mina, so he dismissed the idea.
“Beg me to suck your cock,” she commanded.
At first, he’d felt weird about that—begging. But he’d grown more used to the discipline now, and even though he didn’t think he’d want to do this all the time, begging her to lower those lovely lips onto his erection wasn’t a challenge. “Please, Mistress Mina, suck my cock with your pretty, pretty mouth. Please suck me.”
Kneeling low between his thighs, she surprised him by licking his balls, then dragging her moist tongue up his length. When she reached the tip, she hungrily licked off the heavy accumulation of fluid at the end. “Mmm,” she said. “Delicious.”
He could have come right then, given all he’d endured so far, but no way was
he ready to let himself go just yet. He had a feeling that sexy and mysterious Mina was just getting started on him.
“Tell me again,” she said.
“Please, baby, suck me. I want to be in your mouth so bad. I want to feel your sexy lips on me.”
Rising up slightly, she rested her elbows on his knees and slid her splayed hands upward on his thighs until her bared breasts came to rest around his hard-on. “Oh God,” he said on a moan.
“How about these?” she asked. “Would you like to feel these on your cock, too?”
They were delectable, round and lush with the prettiest mauve nipples, which he couldn’t believe he hadn’t managed to get in his mouth yet. On his cock, though… That was even better. “Mmm,” he said, barely able to talk as he looked down at the titillating vision of the two soft mounds curving around his hard shaft. The stiff lace of her bra abraded his balls. “Yes, please.”
She lifted her hands to the round, white globes of flesh, pressing them more fully around his erection, her beads caught up and intertwining with her long, tapered fingers. As she began to softly slide her breasts up and down his cock, he shuddered and groaned—again so close to coming that he wondered how he was managing not to. He was generally in firm control over that, but being with Mistress Mina changed things.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she purred, peering up at him.
“God, yeah.”
“Mistress Mina likes to please you when you’re a good boy.”
“Can I thrust?” he asked, fearing that if he did it without asking, it might suddenly put him in bad-boy land again, which he didn’t want at the moment. He was enjoying her attention too much.
“Lightly,” she said, her voice a mere lilt, and he immediately began helping her, pushing his hungry cock up through her gorgeous breasts. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have use of his hands right now, so he could be the one holding her mounds around him. But he wasn’t complaining. Her pretty, tapered fingers, their nails painted a sexy blood red, looked hot as hell curving around her breasts. And this whole game had turned out to be even more arousing than he could have imagined.
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