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.
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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?”
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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.
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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.” 45
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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.
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“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.
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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?”
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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.
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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.” 50
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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 51
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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.
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