“Now,” she said in that sexy voice of hers, “how bad do you want me to suck this big, hard cock?”
He looked down at the vision before him. His aching erection being pleasured between her beautiful breasts, her hot eyes glimmering through that sexy black mask, her pouty red lips teasing him with the possibilities. He let out everything he was thinking. “I want it so bad, Mistress Mina. So bad I can hardly breathe. I want to watch you suck me. I want to see how much of my cock you can take. I want to fuck your mouth the same way you fucked mine on the couch. Please suck me, Mina. Please.”
Her eyes never left his as she rewarded him with a wicked little grin and poised her lips at the head of his erection. She licked a hot little circle around the tip, again taking the bead of moisture from the end and making him utter, “Oh yeah, baby.”
Then she lowered her lovely lips over him, smooth, swift, taking an astounding portion of his length. He was well over eight sturdy inches and she’d just swallowed most of them. He could feel the tip of his hard-on touching the back of her throat, wet and warm as she held him there, as if showing him exactly what she could do with his cock.
Finally, after a breathtaking moment, she pulled back and began to move her mouth up and down on him, taking him almost as deep each time.
“That’s so good, baby.”
He let himself lift slightly, fucking her mouth just as he’d told her he wanted to. She didn’t object, or even flinch, and he loved her boldness, loved how much she enjoyed what she was doing.
She continued delivering the luscious ministrations for what seemed a long and generous while, and he relished each and every second. More than once he tried to reach for her, to run his fingers through her hair, or to draw her down on him harder—only to remember his hands were bound behind his back. He strained helplessly at the ropes, both frustrated and pleased by the harsh rub of them against his skin. But all the while she kept working over him, sucking him so thoroughly he thought he’d die of pleasure as he pumped up into her wet, lush little mouth, and by the time she released his shaft from the moist passage, he felt more enamored of the sensuous masked woman than he could easily understand. He wanted to tell her what a bad girl she was, and how much he loved that, but as her submissive slave tonight, he knew it wasn’t the time, so he held his tongue.
Finally pushing to her feet, she said, “Now it’s time for you to pleasure me some more.”
He gave her his most wicked grin. “Want me to lick that pretty pink pussy again, Mistress Mina?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m going to ride you instead.”
With that, she lifted one leg over the chair, giving him an incredible view of her cunt, then circled his shaft with her fist, and lowered herself onto it with shocking ease.
They both moaned at the smooth, deep entry.
“You have a marvelous cock, Ty.” She leaned in to brush a sensuous kiss across his lips.
“You have a warm, wet, sweet little pussy,” he returned.
She bit her lip at the dirty compliment, sinking onto him a little farther, and he groaned.
“A very deep little pussy,” he added.
“Fortunate for you, yes? So that I can accommodate this very lengthy erection.”
“Does it feel good inside you?”
She gave a languid nod. “So big and hard. You’re filling me.”
“Are you gonna fuck me now, Mistress Mina? I mean, really fuck me? Really ride me? Hard?”
He could have sworn the question turned her beaded nipples a little firmer before his eyes. “Is that what you want, Ty? To be tied up and fucked hard?”
He simply nodded. That’s what he’d wanted before tonight, but now he wanted it more than he’d ever known possible. And he wanted it with her. His dominatrix, Mistress Mina of the Glittery Mask.
“Then I’m going to give you what you want, baby. I’m going to give it to you so good, going to make you come better than you ever have before.”
“I believe you,” he said. And he did.
Mia felt nearly undone. Still in control of the situation, yes, but on the inside, she was drowning in a passion so thick that it was all she could see, all she could feel. Taking his cock into her mouth had been more fulfilling than with any other guy, ever, and although it had never been an activity she minded, with Ty, she could have kept going all night, just pleasuring him that way, just feeling the stretch of her mouth around his hardness and the way he’d slid himself in and out, so deep.
As for how far she’d managed to go down on him, it wasn’t that she was unusually skilled, only that she was so hot for him. And it was also because he was Ty—her Ty—and she’d simply wanted to take every ounce of his perfect cock inside her in some way. Then…and now, too.
Lowering herself onto him just now had been more than incredible, an experience she’d literally awaited her whole life. Now, as she thrust downward, her arms around his neck, her clit meeting the flesh just above his erection, it felt…like coming home. Possibly the corniest thought she’d had since high school, but there it was. It seemed at once new, yet familiar, like a thing that was supposed to happen, a place she was meant to be.
She looked into his eyes and got even hotter, rubbing her clit against him as she rode him in tight, heated little circles, his cock doing just what she’d told him—filling her, so very well.
“I wish I could touch your breasts,” he said, and they both peered down at her pearled nipples. The globes of flesh felt heavy, achy, and she wished he could touch them, too.
“Suck them for me,” she whispered, their foreheads softly meeting.
He moved in for a hot kiss on her mouth, and then she arched for him, her Mardi Gras beads falling around the breast he sought as he bent to capture the pink nipple between his lips.
She let out a whimper at the added pleasure. As she moved on him, bucked against him, offering her breasts up to him, she felt wild, dirty, alive, free. Her beads bounced lightly on her skin. The tight lace of the bra that still framed her moved against her with each rhythmic stroke. The garters, too, stretching taut down her thighs and across her ass, provided more sweet, hot friction as she moved against Ty.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. She didn’t plan it, wasn’t being demanding Mistress Mina anymore. It just came out spontaneously, was simply what she wanted, needed.
His thrusts came harder in response, his mouth’s grip on her breast more intense.
“Yes,” she murmured, “yes.”
Everything inside her was rubbing together just the right way, and though she wasn’t normally a multiple orgasm sort of girl, she knew that tonight she was, and she also knew the second would be even better than the first, by the mere fact that he was inside her, the way she’d always fantasized. Of course, the mask and the ropes were new parts of the fantasy, but the lovely hard cock and the sucking of her breast, and the blond hair she ran her hands through—all that was the same. Only better. So much better.
“Yes, fuck me,” she whispered urgently. “Fuck me more. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
This time the orgasm rose slow and steady, until she reached a point when she knew it was upon her, and she said, “Yes, now. Now, baby.” And it rocked her against him, filling her body with electricity at every hot lunge, vibrating through her like live wires whipping about. She cried out—loud, screaming cries—until finally the climax began to wane, leaving her to look into his eyes as he lifted his head from her breast.
Just as she’d anticipated, coming was even better that time. With him inside her. Because you waited for it so long, she told herself. Because you’ve had a crush on him most of your life. That’s the only reason it had felt so…fulfilling, so profound. She had to believe that.
He continued to pump up into her and she could see, sense, that he was on the edge, too, and she wanted to feel Ty come in her, wanted to make him climax just as hard as she’d promised.
Of course, she’d already said lots of very dirty things to him, she’d
already tied him up and made him obey her, she’d stripped for him, she’d gone down on him, she’d played with herself for him—what could she do to make it better for him, too, better than ever?
Following her instincts, she simply brushed against him, grazing her firm nipples across his chest as they moved together, before lowering her hands to stroke his nipples with her thumbs. Then she bent to kiss his neck—soft little kisses, like raindrops on his skin.
His moans had begun low, but now grew louder, more intense with each tiny kiss and touch she delivered, and she heard herself murmuring against the tender skin of his neck, “Come. Come for me.”
“Oh God,” he breathed above her. “God, yes, I’m going to. I’m going to. I’m…ahhhhhhhh,” he yelled as he thrust up into her hard and deep, lifting them both from the chair. Once, twice, three times, then four—he raised her entire body with his cock, pumping, pumping, and she loved knowing he was emptying inside her, that she’d made it happen. She’d brought his fantasy to life, but for her, being with Ty was more than mere fantasy—it was a dream coming true.
As they slumped together, recovering, she instantly felt weird. She’d not thought about the after part, still having to keep her mask on after they finished, but certainly she had to. No other choice.
Still, she didn’t want the moment to end. She sat pressed against him, their chests molded together, her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder. She thought she could stay like that forever.
Finally, though, his mouth quirked into a wan smile.
“What?” she asked.
“Are you going to untie me now, Mistress Mina? Or am I stuck this way?”
Biting her lip, she dismounted from him, sorry for the loss when his cock left her, but wanting to free him from his bindings. The truth was, she’d sort of forgotten about him being tied, but now that she remembered, she felt bad, suspecting his arms were probably sore.
Behind him, she stooped to undo the knot, and when the rope fell away, his shoulder blades spread apart and he groaned, stretching.
As he bent to work at one ankle, she returned to the front of the chair to untie the other.
Finally free, he sat up, looking down to where she kneeled before him. “So, Mina, what now?”
Come to bed with me. Stay the night. Let’s make love. Without the whips and ties. They were fun, but I want you the normal, easy way, too. I want your hands on me.
She longed to say that, all of it, in the afterglow of sex. But of course, she couldn’t. In fact, she could only think of one thing it made any sense to say at all. “You get dressed, and we say goodnight.”
He gave a short nod, but as he bent down, reaching for his jeans, she couldn’t help wondering if he’d been hoping for something else.
Just then, he muttered, “Awww…damn it,” and bent his forehead into his hand.
“What?” she asked without moving from her place near his knee.
He gave her a look drenched in regret. “There’s a condom in my jeans, but I never even thought…and even if I had, my hands were…” He sighed. “I fucked up.”
The same regret rushed through her now, as well, leaving her unable to believe she’d forgotten, too. Somehow with Ty, someone she knew so well, it just hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind like with other guys.
“Well,” he said, “I’m sorry I can’t tell you I’m a chaste guy who doesn’t usually fool around on the first date, but I am always pretty careful. Up to now, I mean.”
She nodded, encouraged. “Me, too. And I’m on the pill.”
After cleaning up with a tissue from a nearby table, he stepped into his jeans. She pushed to her feet, as well, wondering if she should find her panties, adjust her bra, but she settled for not doing either, since as far as he knew, she didn’t have to leave the apartment in order to be home. It would seem silly to cover herself for any other reason after the things they’d just done.
As he pulled on his shirt and slid his feet into his shoes, he tilted his head, peering down at her. “Let me see your face.” Then he added a playful grin and a teasing voice. “Please, Mistress Mina.”
Bizarrely, she was almost tempted. Crazy. “No,” she said.
“Why?”
Good question. “This way I’ll always be your mysterious Mistress Mina.”
“Why do you have to be mysterious?”
“Because…that’s the way I am, the way I like it.”
“Can I see you again?”
Oh God. He wanted more of her? It was a dream come true. And also a nightmare. “No.”
He looked undaunted. “Why?”
“Well, maybe,” she amended, fumbling but trying not to let it show, wholly unsure how to proceed.
“Maybe?”
She nodded, thinking, Please leave, Ty. Just go. I can’t take this much longer.
“When?” he asked. “Give me your number.”
“No,” she replied quickly, “I’ll call you.”
Looking around, he grabbed up a notepad from Aunt Sophie’s desk, along with a pen, then scribbled down both his home and work numbers before ripping off the top sheet and shoving it into her hand. She looked at them, particularly the one he’d labeled “wk”, thinking, Little does he know, I’m the person who answers this phone for him.
After that, he turned and walked to the door, so she followed, beginning to feel a little sheepish in her revealing lingerie and high heels now that the hot sex was over.
“Let me see you,” he said once more, sounding a bit more insistent this time.
She simply shook her head.
He gave her a long look, letting his gaze drop all the way to her feet before rising back to her eyes. “Well, honey, even if you won’t let me see your face, I can tell you this—the rest of the package is beautiful.” Then he pulled her to him in a firm embrace to lower a long, thorough kiss to her swollen lips. It traveled all through her, leaving her nearly as weak as her orgasms had.
“Thank you, Mistress Mina. It was a hell of a night.”
“A memorable one, I hope.”
He nodded. “Like no other.”
Then he pushed through the door, leaving her there with nothing but what she’d left him with—memories.
* * * * *
By the time Mia reached work on Monday morning, she couldn’t believe she was actually considering seeing Ty again. Sexually. Bringing out Mistress Mina for one more spin before retirement.
But sex like that—God, she’d never had sex like that.
Before Saturday night, she’d thought she’d had some good lovers. She’d thought she was an energetic bed partner herself and had never gotten any complaints. But her domination game with Ty had been different. She’d been making it up as she went, knowing little more about true domination than what she’d been able to read on the Internet over the few days prior, yet whatever she’d done had clearly worked—at least for her. Her whole body had been left practically humming from the two spectacular orgasms Ty had delivered to her at Aunt Sophie’s place. Even now, her pussy tingled at the mere thought of them.
“Hey, sweet thing, what’s shakin’?”
She looked up to see Ty walk in with a big smile on his face. At the sight of her unsuspecting lover, her stomach contracted and her breath trembled. Get it under control.
“You’re awfully chipper for a Monday morning,” she managed to say.
“Had a great weekend,” he replied easily. Rather than making a beeline for his office, as usual, he stopped and rested his arms on the counter, looking almost giddy.
“Oh?” she asked, trying to hold her voice steady. “What was so great about it?”
“Jack’s party. Met a woman. She rocked my world.”
It wasn’t unusual for Ty to give her little snippets of his sex life this way, but this was the first time she could remember hearing about it without the news making her insanely jealous.
He tilted his head. “Hey, wait a minute. Speaking of Jack’s party, where were you?”
Excellent question. For which she—stupidly—had not prepared an answer. She reached for the simplest reply at hand. “Met a guy,” she said with a smile. “He rocked my world.”
Ty blinked, looking understandably surprised. While he generally knew who she dated and had even met some of the guys on occasion, she didn’t usually allude to her sexual encounters, even in simple terms like this.
He raised his eyebrows. “Please tell me he’s someone I would approve of.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “Well,” she began, leaning her head to one side, “I can’t be certain you’d approve, but I think you’d get along with him.”
His eyes narrowed. “Any tattoos?”
She shook her head. “Unfortunately not. That’s his one flaw.”
“What is it with you and tattoos anyway?”
She shrugged. “Turns me on, I guess.” Then she squared her gaze on him. “We all have our little turn-ons, don’t we?”
As she’d hoped, she could almost see his thoughts traveling back to Saturday night, to rope and riding crops. Finally, he gave a short, almost-sheepish laugh. “Yeah, I guess we do.” Just as quickly, though, his eyes turned serious and protective again. “But listen, Mia, just be careful. Okay?”
“Of?”
“Guys who…well, just guys you don’t know very well. This is a crazy city with a lot of unusual people. I just…wouldn’t want you to get hurt in any way.”
“You forget, Ty, you’re the transplant. I grew up thirty minutes from here. I’m well aware of where we live.”
He sighed. “I know. And I don’t mean to treat you like a little kid or something. I just…you know.”
“No, I don’t know. What?”
“I care. That’s all.”
Her heart constricted lightly, and one of her most frequent thoughts came back to her. If you only knew, Ty.
If you only knew how deeply it touches me that you care, but how badly I wish you cared in a different way.
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