them.
She counted aloud, varying the force of impact with the location—back, thighs, each cheek of his ass. By the time she reached ten, she was sure she needed him more than he needed her. Releasing the scarf, she urged him to his feet and removed the bullet gag. The heat in his eyes, mixed with the look of someone drunk on pleasure, was enough to burn her skin.
Definitely a pain addict.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
Obediently, he dropped to his knees before her.
“Hands behind your back. Lock your fingers together.”
She lowered the zipper on the short skirt, let it pool to the floor, and kicked it aside. Spreading her legs, she moved as close to him as she could get.
“Let me feel that tongue on my pussy, sub. Touch my clit.
Thrust inside me. Now.”
She fisted her hands, holding herself rigid as his very talented tongue lapped at her, probed her, licked her labia, and swallowed her cream. She’d thought to draw this out, to make him work for what he really wanted to do, but all the foreplay had stimulated her to the point where she was as aroused as he was.
“Enough.” She backed away.
Clint lifted his head, her liquid gleaming on his lips. “Have I displeased you in some way?”
Her laugh was shaky. “On the contrary. You’ve pleased me almost too much. So I’m going to give you the reward I promised.”
She lifted the condom from the bed, opened the foil, and urged Clint to his feet. She bent slightly to lick the fluid from the slit, then locked her gaze with his as she rolled the latex onto his cock. She felt the blood pulsing in the vein that wrapped around his shaft and an answering pulse throbbed in her cunt.
“Now,” she said. “Now you may fuck me senseless.”
She sat on the side of the bed while he removed her boots, licking the inside of each ankle and kissing the arch of each foot. He traced his lips up the inside of one thigh and down the other, carefully avoiding her pussy. When she lay back on the bed, he arranged her so her head rested on the pillows then straddled her.
She cupped her breasts, lifting them to him, and he paid careful attention to each nipple with his lips and tongue through the fabric of her halter. She had deliberately left the plug in his ass so that every time he moved it rubbed that hot spot where the prostate was.
Next, he untied the flimsy halter, dropping it to the floor and cupping her breasts with his big palms, thumbing the nipples until they were tight and stiff. Finally, he spread her legs wide, bent her knees back and positioned his shaft at her opening.
“This is the only time a Mistress may be lower than her sub,” she gasped. “Make good use of it.”
He took her at her word, slowly pushing inside her, stretching her walls to accommodate his length and girth. His breath was a warm stream fanning her skin, making every surface nerve snap and sizzle. When he was lodged to the hilt, he paused and pinned her with his gaze.
“It is my pleasure to fuck my Mistress,” he growled.
And then he began to move. Slow at first, then faster, then pulling almost all the way out before driving home again. As she had done with the cane and paddle, he varied his tempo so she had no opportunity to set a rhythm. She was totally at his mercy and it excited her beyond belief.
On and on he drove, his balls slapping against the curve of her ass, his gaze never leaving hers, until she was so ready she wanted to scream. She didn’t ever remember reaching this plane of arousal of…okay, real passion. And when Clint looked into her eyes, it was almost as if he could see right into her soul.
It’s sex! It’s sex! It’s sex!
She chanted in her head while the man rode her harder and harder, pulling everything from her she had to give. For a brief moment, she wondered who was actually in control here.
“Come now,” she demanded, barely recognizing her own voice and tugging on the chain between the nipple clamps.
“Now, sub.”
He drove into her hard,
She counted aloud, varying the force of impact with the location—back, thighs, each cheek of his ass. By the time she reached ten, she was sure she needed him more than he needed her. Releasing the scarf, she urged him to his feet and removed the bullet gag. The heat in his eyes, mixed with the look of someone drunk on pleasure, was enough to burn her skin.
Definitely a pain addict.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
Obediently, he dropped to his knees before her.
“Hands behind your back. Lock your fingers together.”
She lowered the zipper on the short skirt, let it pool to the floor, and kicked it aside. Spreading her legs, she moved as close to him as she could get.
“Let me feel that tongue on my pussy, sub. Touch my clit.
Thrust inside me. Now.”
She fisted her hands, holding herself rigid as his very talented tongue lapped at her, probed her, licked her labia, and swallowed her cream. She’d thought to draw this out, to make him work for what he really wanted to do, but all the foreplay had stimulated her to the point where she was as aroused as he was.
“Enough.” She backed away.
Clint lifted his head, her liquid gleaming on his lips. “Have I displeased you in some way?”
Her laugh was shaky. “On the contrary. You’ve pleased me almost too much. So I’m going to give you the reward I promised.”
She lifted the condom from the bed, opened the foil, and urged Clint to his feet. She bent slightly to lick the fluid from the slit, then locked her gaze with his as she rolled the latex onto his cock. She felt the blood pulsing in the vein that wrapped around his shaft and an answering pulse throbbed in her cunt.
“Now,” she said. “Now you may fuck me senseless.”
She sat on the side of the bed while he removed her boots, licking the inside of each ankle and kissing the arch of each foot. He traced his lips up the inside of one thigh and down the other, carefully avoiding her pussy. When she lay back on the bed, he arranged her so her head rested on the pillows then straddled her.
She cupped her breasts, lifting them to him, and he paid careful attention to each nipple with his lips and tongue through the fabric of her halter. She had deliberately left the plug in his ass so that every time he moved it rubbed that hot spot where the prostate was.
Next, he untied the flimsy halter, dropping it to the floor and cupping her breasts with his big palms, thumbing the nipples until they were tight and stiff. Finally, he spread her legs wide, bent her knees back and positioned his shaft at her opening.
“This is the only time a Mistress may be lower than her sub,” she gasped. “Make good use of it.”
He took her at her word, slowly pushing inside her, stretching her walls to accommodate his length and girth. His breath was a warm stream fanning her skin, making every surface nerve snap and sizzle. When he was lodged to the hilt, he paused and pinned her with his gaze.
“It is my pleasure to fuck my Mistress,” he growled.
And then he began to move. Slow at first, then faster, then pulling almost all the way out before driving home again. As she had done with the cane and paddle, he varied his tempo so she had no opportunity to set a rhythm. She was totally at his mercy and it excited her beyond belief.
On and on he drove, his balls slapping against the curve of her ass, his gaze never leaving hers, until she was so ready she wanted to scream. She didn’t ever remember reaching this plane of arousal of…okay, real passion. And when Clint looked into her eyes, it was almost as if he could see right into her soul.
It’s sex! It’s sex! It’s sex!
She chanted in her head while the man rode her harder and harder, pulling everything from her she had to give. For a brief moment, she wondered who was actually in control here.
“Come now,” she demanded, barely recognizing her own voice and tugging on the chain between the nipple clamps.
“Now, sub.”
He drove into her hard,
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