met, and she might have missed the signs if she hadn’t spent years dealing with Jax, Kyle, and Kent. Of course, having Doms as your best friends was a mixed blessing. It was particularly true when you were trying to earn respect among your Air Force peers and your friends were Special Forces legends with no shame when it came to micromanaging her.
Soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin below her ear. “If your mind is still thinking we aren’t doing something right. I think it’s time to step things up a bit.” How did he know I was thinking? Aspen wasn’t sure what Mitch’s cryptic words meant until the cross she was bound to started to move. Tilting forward, Aspen gasped when she felt her center of balance shift. She was suddenly grateful for the extra straps they’d used. She wasn’t sure what they had in mind until she felt cool lubricant drizzling down the crack of her ass.
Aspen felt her entire body tense as deft fingers slid over her rear entrance, rubbing the slick lube in circles over the tight ring of muscles. Gasping, she tried to move away from the intrusion, but her efforts were futile. “Is your mind still wandering, little sub?” When she didn’t answer, a stinging swat landed on the tender crease at the top of her thighs.
Gasping for breath as the pain morphed into sexual need, Aspen finally managed to spit out the word no, but it wasn’t enough. Another slap to the other side, this one harsher than the last, pulled her back to the moment. “No, Sir. My mind isn’t wandering, Sir.”
“That was much better, sweet goddess; your military training is going to serve you well in the play room.” She was sure there was some sort of hidden message in Mitch’s words, but her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders at the moment so she pushed the puzzle aside. For the first time she could remember, she allowed herself to completely surrender to the moment, letting the sensations flow over her without trying to justify her needs.
Aspen’s release was building with each circle of Mitch’s lubed finger around her rear entrance. The first press of his slick digit against the opening almost sent her over the edge. “Don’t come, Athena, or we’ll have to start all over.” She hadn’t heard Phoenix move, but his voice came from a spot directly in front of her. Straining to hear any clues helped refocus her thinking on her surroundings rather than the release she wasn’t supposed to be chasing.
Mitch replaced one finger with two and continued stretching her. The burn faded quickly into a need so strong sweat beaded on her forehead. By the time, he slid a small plug into her, the combination of being tilted so far forward and her head spinning was making her so dizzy she worried she would be sick if they didn’t remove the blindfold.
Aspen felt like her body had been high-jacked by nausea sweeping through her, the same thing had happened during one of her flight training exercises. Learning to fly by instruments alone required the pilot to fly with a hood over their head only allowing them to see the instrument panel, and it had almost been her undoing. Had it not been for a patient instructor who gave her more chances than he should have, she’d never have become a fighter pilot.
Voices swirled around her adding to her dizziness, and she felt herself start to gag as the cross was being raised and the blindfold pulled from her eyes. Years of training kicked in, and she moved her eyes to the other side of the room, it wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was the closest thing she had to the horizon. Ryan Morgan stepped into her line of vision and she heard him say, “Don’t move her and don’t step in front of her. Let her eyes find a focal point, she’d doing exactly what she needs to do.”
Embarrassment swept over her, but she didn’t dare move her eyes until the room stopped spinning around the door she was focused on. Fuck me, this is a new level of humiliation, even for me.
Soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin below her ear. “If your mind is still thinking we aren’t doing something right. I think it’s time to step things up a bit.” How did he know I was thinking? Aspen wasn’t sure what Mitch’s cryptic words meant until the cross she was bound to started to move. Tilting forward, Aspen gasped when she felt her center of balance shift. She was suddenly grateful for the extra straps they’d used. She wasn’t sure what they had in mind until she felt cool lubricant drizzling down the crack of her ass.
Aspen felt her entire body tense as deft fingers slid over her rear entrance, rubbing the slick lube in circles over the tight ring of muscles. Gasping, she tried to move away from the intrusion, but her efforts were futile. “Is your mind still wandering, little sub?” When she didn’t answer, a stinging swat landed on the tender crease at the top of her thighs.
Gasping for breath as the pain morphed into sexual need, Aspen finally managed to spit out the word no, but it wasn’t enough. Another slap to the other side, this one harsher than the last, pulled her back to the moment. “No, Sir. My mind isn’t wandering, Sir.”
“That was much better, sweet goddess; your military training is going to serve you well in the play room.” She was sure there was some sort of hidden message in Mitch’s words, but her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders at the moment so she pushed the puzzle aside. For the first time she could remember, she allowed herself to completely surrender to the moment, letting the sensations flow over her without trying to justify her needs.
Aspen’s release was building with each circle of Mitch’s lubed finger around her rear entrance. The first press of his slick digit against the opening almost sent her over the edge. “Don’t come, Athena, or we’ll have to start all over.” She hadn’t heard Phoenix move, but his voice came from a spot directly in front of her. Straining to hear any clues helped refocus her thinking on her surroundings rather than the release she wasn’t supposed to be chasing.
Mitch replaced one finger with two and continued stretching her. The burn faded quickly into a need so strong sweat beaded on her forehead. By the time, he slid a small plug into her, the combination of being tilted so far forward and her head spinning was making her so dizzy she worried she would be sick if they didn’t remove the blindfold.
Aspen felt like her body had been high-jacked by nausea sweeping through her, the same thing had happened during one of her flight training exercises. Learning to fly by instruments alone required the pilot to fly with a hood over their head only allowing them to see the instrument panel, and it had almost been her undoing. Had it not been for a patient instructor who gave her more chances than he should have, she’d never have become a fighter pilot.
Voices swirled around her adding to her dizziness, and she felt herself start to gag as the cross was being raised and the blindfold pulled from her eyes. Years of training kicked in, and she moved her eyes to the other side of the room, it wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was the closest thing she had to the horizon. Ryan Morgan stepped into her line of vision and she heard him say, “Don’t move her and don’t step in front of her. Let her eyes find a focal point, she’d doing exactly what she needs to do.”
Embarrassment swept over her, but she didn’t dare move her eyes until the room stopped spinning around the door she was focused on. Fuck me, this is a new level of humiliation, even for me.
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