“You’ll need this,” she said softly.
“Indeed I will,” he replied, a whole new sort of desire humming through him. He was about to tie her up, about to take her someplace as new as the places she’d been taking him.
“Lie down on the couch,” he said, rising from it. “On your stomach.” Just like she’d wanted him.
Mia obeyed, then watched over her shoulder as Ty placed one knee between her legs on the couch and reached for her arms, pulling them gently behind her. She waited as he proceeded to tie her wrists tightly together, unable to deny the excitement that coursed through her at the gnawing of the rope against her skin, at the sense of being truly confined by her lover, her Ty. She couldn’t quite believe she’d agreed to this, but even as helpless as she’d felt having to give up her power, she’d wanted this, too—
wanted to just give herself over to him, in every way.
Next he kneeled beside the couch to bind her ankles together, just as firmly. A part of her began to wonder just exactly what he planned to do to her, how helpless he wanted to make her. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the bizarrely pleasurable tingle in her cunt at knowing she was totally and completely at his mercy.
“What now?” she asked, her heart beating harder than she wanted it to.
He leaned near her ear and whispered, “Now I’m going to whip your firm little ass, just like you whipped mine the other night.”
Her pussy seized slightly beneath her at the threat which, at the moment, sounded more like a promise, something she wanted.
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The first strike of the riding crop was insignificant, just a pleasant little tap on her sensitized skin. The second and third were much the same—just enough to rouse her, to make her a little wetter than she already was.
“Naughty little girl,” he murmured above her, that hot, sexy voice shooting another dart of lust to her cunt just as he brought the riding crop down on her ass once more—
harder this time. She flinched at the sting.
“Did that hurt?” he asked.
She nodded against the throw pillow supporting her head. “A little. In a…good way.”
“Good.” Then he swatted her again, hard, the burn traveling all through her and settling firmly in her pussy.
She let out a small moan.
“Mmm, do you like that, naughty girl?”
“Yes,” she said, breathless.
“Well, here’s some more.”
He hit her again, and again, the hot sting flashing through her like lightning, like something illuminating her from the inside out.
Then his rhythm changed—he struck her faster, but with a steady beat, like a drum…like sex. She cried out lightly now at each hot blow of the crop, stunned at the incredible pleasure, even more stunned at how good it felt to relinquish her power to him. She lay there, content to soak it up, enjoying each intense sting of her own mini-whip.
“Mmm, I wish you could see how nice and red your ass is,” he cooed, sounding utterly turned-on.
“Me, too,” she heard herself breathe without planning.
“I should kiss it make it feel better,” he announced, just before his mouth rained kisses across her bottom.
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“Ohhhh,” she purred. “That’s so good.”
“How’s this?” he asked, his breath wafting over her skin as one finger eased into her anal passage.
She clenched her teeth and sobbed with fresh delight. She had no experience in that area, but dear God, his touches felt incredible—wildly consuming, more than she could have known. Her voice came out shaky. “So good.”
He kissed her ass again, whispering, “Then you’ll probably like this even better.”
“What?” she asked a split second before she felt something bigger, more solid, nudging at the same hole.
She looked over her shoulder to see Ty easing her vibrator slowly into the tight opening. “Oh God.”
Their eyes met and he flashed a dirty smile. “Have you ever been fucked here before?”
She managed a slight shake of her head. “And I never thought I wanted to, but…”
“But what?” he prodded.
“But, God, I do. Oh, I do!”
Just then, the vibrator slipped in, deep in her ass, and the pleasure seared her. She cried out, and Ty said, “Turn back around, baby, and relax. Just feel it.” Having little choice, she did as he instructed, not quite able to believe she’d ended up bound and being fucked in the ass with her own toy. But it was so good, in a way she couldn’t have fathomed before this moment. She lay moaning beneath him, her whole body on fire with heat and deep sensation.
She found herself pumping against it, amazed that something there could feel so overwhelmingly hot. “Oh God, I think I could come from this,” she admitted on a heated sigh, and he helped her, easing his free hand up between her legs, his fingers sinking into her moist folds.
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“Mmm, yes, yes,” she said as the heady delight took her to a place of swallowing intoxication. And within a few amazing seconds she was screaming her ecstasy as she drank in the pleasure delivered by both of his hands. The vibrations rocked her, rocked her…until finally they faded and she went still.
Ty eased the vibrator from her ass and bent to lower a kiss to her shoulder. “How was that, baby?”
Spent, she could only sigh her satiation, and they stayed that way for a moment, him bending over her, close enough that she could smell the musky scent of his skin as she listened to the Mardi Gras revelers outside.
Somehow, that sound reminded her—this had gone terribly awry. Or wonderfully awry, depending upon how she looked at it. But if she didn’t get back some control here—dear God, for the first time it occurred to her that Ty could take her mask off if he wanted to and there wouldn’t be a thing she could do to stop him with her hands bound!
“My turn,” she said, soft but sure.
He hesitated before reaching to untie her. “Are you sure?” he said, amusement in his voice. “Because from where I sit, you handled the submissive role beautifully, honey.”
She flashed a smile over her shoulder. “Okay, so I’m a flexible girl. It’s your turn to be flexible again.”
“About that,” he said, working the rope at her ankles once her wrists were free, “I love the things you do to me, baby, but you might as well know, submitting doesn’t come easy to me.”
Freed, she sat up next to him. “Then I guess I should be flattered that you’ve given me as much power as you have.”
“Yes, you should.”
“And you’re saying that’s over now?”
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His slight nod sent a stark disappointment barreling down through her. Because she wanted to do one more thing to Ty, just one more thing. He’d just inspired her, deeply, and she wanted to bend him to her will one last time.
Reaching out, she began to stroke his long, smooth cock, still standing at attention between his thighs. He pulled in his breath.
“Five minutes,” she whispered. “Five more minutes of surrender and I’ll take you to heaven, lover. I promise.”
The combined heat and tension in the room were palpable as their eyes met in the dim lighting. “I don’t think I can—” he began, but she cut him off.
“You can do this.”
He let out a sigh.
“Pleeease.” She flashed persuasive eyes through her mask.
He let out a soft chuckle. “I thought that was supposed to be my line.” She returned a small grin. “Unlike you, I’m perfectly willing to beg from time to time in order to get what I want.”
His eyes narrowed in grim amusement. “What do you want me to do?”
“Simple. Lay down on the couch like I was, on your stomach.” He lifted a finger in the air. “I don’t want to be tied up again.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Fine.”
“Oh God,” he groaned.
“Mmm, yes,” she purred in reply. Women weren’t the only ones to find pleasure in ass play and she was going to give her man as much joy as he’d just given her.
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She bit her lip, aroused by rubbing the leather braidwork over his asshole. Slowly to and fro she scraped the crop, sinking it deeper and deeper against him, playing him like a violin. Beneath her, his breath came hot and heavy, drenching her cunt with still more desire.
Before she knew it, their mutual excitement drove her to do something entirely new. She pulled the crop away from his ass, laying it across his lower back as she used both hands to spread him there, study him. She’d never really had much occasion to examine a guy’s asshole so intimately, but given that this was Ty, her lifelong dream man, she couldn’t have been more deeply thrilled. She stroked the fissure with the pad of her thumb and he moaned, something that she sensed grew from deep in his gut. A second caress produced the same effect, arousing her to her inner core, her very soul.
Drawing in her breath, glad he couldn’t see the little experiment she was about to indulge in, she stroked her fingers between her thighs, getting them wet. Then she rubbed her juices in a gentle circle over his anus, watching it open slightly. He uttered a soft, light gasp that pleased her immensely.
Her heart beat faster as she repeated the motion, this time massaging the wetness in, applying more and more pressure to the hot little circles her fingers made.
“Uhhh…” he growled deeply and she knew he liked it.
Would he like what came next?
Taking up the crop again, she studied the handle—nicely rounded and covered in smooth black leather, no seams.
She drew in her breath, her chest tightening in anticipation, as she began to rub the tip of the riding crop’s handle in a small circle over Ty’s anus.
His groan stretched enormously, seeming to fill the room and drown out the partying and music still wafting up from Bourbon Street below.
She rubbed harder, harder, working it, pressing it gently, until the handle began to slip inside.
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“Ah, God!” he yelled.
From shock or pain?
She stopped in mid-insertion, going still. Then she bent down to gently kiss his ass next to where the riding crop now entered. A purring sound left him and he lifted his ass toward her—toward the crop.
She smiled as a sense of fulfillment whirred down through her, settling deep in her pussy. She slid the riding crop’s handle in a little farther, and he began to move up and down, fucking it.
Her every sense was on alert now, every pore of her skin extra-sensitized from watching his lovely ass take the riding crop inside, from knowing he wanted it and that she was delivering it.
He moaned softly at every stroke, and she pushed the handle deeper, deeper, making him cry out louder. Soon she was fucking him harder and whispering, “Yes, baby, yes,” thrilled at her achievement.
But then she wanted more of him— had to have more.
So she carefully climbed down off the couch—still holding the crop in place, still gently fucking his ass and drinking in every hot moan and groan that left him—to kneel beside the sofa.
“Turn onto your side, facing me,” she said, a soft command.
He hesitated, and she could understand why, given that she was fucking him with something so long and gangly and that shifting his body might be tricky at the moment, but she said, “Do it,” anyway.
He turned slowly, and she carefully moved her tool along with him.
When she saw his face, she was filled with…God, with what? Some emotion that almost buried her, strangled her. He looked so pleasured, and it was all because of her—she was giving this to him.
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Her voice came out in a mere whisper. “For me, too.” Then, still holding the riding crop in place, she bent to take his lovely cock in her mouth.
A ferocious groan erupted from him, pleasuring her profoundly as she took as much of him as she could, passionately sucking, working him over without reserve, rewarding him for his obedience this one last time.
She slid her lips up and down until her mouth felt stretched and achy and her hand cramped from the awkward angle of holding the crop at his ass, but his sounds of deep enjoyment spurred her on, making her want to suck his big, beautiful shaft dry.
“God, if you don’t stop, I might come,” he said suddenly.
She released him and met his gaze. “Do you want that? Do you want to come in my mouth?”
He looked surprised at her soft tone. But the last few minutes with Ty had drawn something from deep within her, something that demanded she be tender.
“I want to come inside you,” he told her. “In your pussy.” She felt the words in her chest. Mmm, she wanted that, too.
“I want to be able to…fuck you hard, Mina. I have a feeling you like it that way, and I haven’t gotten to do it to you like that yet.” Oh yes, she loved it hard. And she wanted it that way from him as much as he did.
“One more thing I want,” he said softly.
She didn’t look at him this time, because she already knew what he was going to say.
“I want to see your face, Mina.”
When she didn’t answer, he said, “Why are you hiding from me?” She didn’t reply, instead gently withdrew the riding crop, leaving him to sigh at the loss.
“If there’s…if there’s anything under your mask you’re afraid to show me…don’t be.”
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God, he thought maybe she had some sort of scarring or deformity or something.
The part that pinched at her gut was the implication that he didn’t mind.
She glanced up at him. “Your chivalry is impressive, but it’s nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
She swallowed, at a loss. No good answer existed. “Listen,” she finally said, “I don’t want to talk about the mask anymore. What I want is for you to fuck me. Just as hard and long as you promised. No more questions or arguments. Agreed?” He sighed, but gave a short nod as she knelt next to him on the couch, one shoe curled beneath her stocking-clad leg. “How do you want me?” she asked.
“How do you like it?”
She thought a moment, then turned over, onto her hands and knees, facing the other end of the couch. “Like this.”
He let out a groan. “That’s so hot, baby.”
“If you want control so bad,” she said in a slinky voice as she peered over her shoulder at him, “take me.”
Placing his hands on her hips, he entered her hard and swift, nearly stealing her breath. He was so awesomely big inside her, the very sensation of him there nearly consumed her. When he began to thrust hard, hitting her G-spot with each hot stroke, it made her feel as if she were going to explode, over and over again. She cried out with each fierce drive into her pussy, overwhelmed by the power of his cock.
Thank God he’d wanted to do it like this—she’d not realized what she’d been missing. Now she was filled with pleasure, filled with Ty…simply filled.
Between his groans of delight, he murmured that he wanted to make her come again, and the next thing she knew, one of his hands had snaked around her hip, between her legs, his fingers sinking into her wetness. “God, yes!” she shrieked.
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realized it was impossible—her body was too racked with pleasure already, and he’d admitted to being on the edge, too.
“Yes, rub my pussy,” she prodded him, still trying to hold onto a little of her authority as she approached climax—when, without warning, it shattered over her like her body was a piece of crystal breaking into stunning shards of heat and light, and all of them were shimmering down through her as she came against his hand.
And then he was yelling, “God, me too, honey!” and his thrusts nearly skewered her to the couch, they were so deep and penetrating. Again, again, again, he pounded into her, pummeling her, burying her in sensation.
The moment he withdrew, she turned in his arms, needing to see him, hold him, needing for him to hold her. Without quite meaning to, she clung to him, bitten by that same overwhelming emotion again. She’d meant simply to kiss him, share the afterglow in an easy embrace—but instead she was clutching him tight and never wanted the moment to end, never wanted to let him go.
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Ty rained kisses across her lips, her jaw, her neck and chest, soon nibbling at her perfect pink nipple, still jutting beautifully erect above her sexy, revealing bra.
“Tell me something, Mistress Mina,” he said, basking in the lazy serenity that followed great sex. “Are you always this wild?” He flashed a grin.
He watched her blink beneath that damn mask she still wouldn’t shed for him.
Then she lifted her green gaze to his. “Could be I’m normally a shy, prim little schoolteacher who wears high-collared blouses and her hair in a bun. Or…could be that you can see me nightly, stripping at Club Venus up the street, and that my specialty is hot lap dances on guys just like you.”
He tilted his head, sorry she seemed to be slipping back into game mode, after the intense moments they’d shared. He’d thought maybe he’d been starting to peel back the layers of his mysterious Mistress Mina, thought maybe he’d been getting a little closer to the real her. “Which is it?” he asked anyway.
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