Blue Desire by Sindra van Yssel Page A

her hip and cupped her mound. Then he used it to
pull her, and he either had grown another half inch or found a way to get even
farther in. She gasped. His hand was so close.
    “Would
it take just a touch, or would I have to rub?”
    “Rub,
Sir.” She wasn’t sure. Actually the thought of him pressing her clit hard was
almost enough. But a light touch seemed wrong, somehow. She wanted more than
that. She wanted it as rough as she could get it.
    “I
don’t think I’d enjoy being gentle right now, so I won’t tempt fate. You will
come, Kat. When I want you to and not one moment before.” He sighed. “I’m almost there, you know. I’m hanging by a thread. I’ve got all
this pressure built up in my balls since the last time I played with you, and I
want release.”
    She
felt like she was on the edge too, but at his words she knew she wanted
something else more. She wanted him to come. “Yes,” she heard herself say.
“Please.” She imagined him shooting deep inside, or even withdrawing and
covering her back.
    He
swelled inside her and then gave a low cry, almost a growl. Then his fingers
slipped between her legs and pressed her clit so hard she felt as if it was
being ground against the bone beneath. “Now, Kat.”
    As
if she could stop herself if she tried. Her orgasm bloomed like an exploding
gasoline truck, flowing outward from her clit and involving every muscle in her
body a split second later. His still rigid cock stopped her ass from squeezing
as tightly as it usually did when she came, and for some reason that made it go
on and on. He grabbed her as her hands gave way, holding her up as a thrill
rippled up and down her spine.
    “Fuck fuck fuck ,” she cried, the intensity of it almost too much for her. She
couldn’t get enough air, but somehow that intensified everything too. She felt
like she was on some kind of crazy drug.
    “We’re
fucking, little kitty, trust me. And we’ll be fucking for a while.”
    She
was sure he’d come. Any man would need some rest. But she didn’t argue with
him, because he felt so good. His strong hands holding her up was what she
needed right now. He withdrew from her slowly, and as he did so, he pulled her
up so that he could hold her better. She had thought that maybe she wouldn’t be
able to feel a hug as well through the corset, but she could, and it was warm
and wonderful. He kissed her cheek, and she turned to meet him, pressing her
lips to his. He tasted sweet.
    “Was
your first time, wasn’t it?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She blushed, but she knew she’d been
found out, although she didn’t know quite how.
    “Thought so. You should learn to tell the truth,
little kitty.”
    She
nodded, feeling guilty. The whole idea that nodding wasn’t lying seemed pretty
specious now. “Are you going to punish me?” she asked. She bit her lip. She
wanted to tell him how sorry she was.
    He
looked at her for a moment and sighed. “I’ve never enjoyed the idea of
punishment,” he said at last. “The things I do—flogging, spanking—are meant for
pleasure, not for retribution. But do you need to be punished, Kat?”
    She
needed to make it right, and she didn’t know how to do that. Slowly, she
nodded. “Yes, Sir. Please. I can’t just…let it go, and
I don’t want you to send me away.”
    He
blinked. “I wasn’t planning to send you away tonight.”
    Tonight. How about tomorrow? But that was silly thinking because
he’d made no commitment, and she hadn’t asked for one. She wondered if her face
betrayed the mixture of relief and disappointment at his reaction.
    He
frowned. He slid off the condom and then the latex glove on his hand. He folded
the inside-out glove around the condom and tossed them into a metal
wastebasket. Then he pulled on the knot holding the corset tight, and Kat felt
it loosen. She thought of asking to keep it on but stopped. She had asked to be
punished. He tugged at the loops, giving them more slack .
    “I’m
really sorry,