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.
“It’s whichever you want it to be,” she purred, pulling him down for a soft tongue kiss. “Now, you tell me something.”
“Anything,” he said, attempting to prove a point. “Unlike you, I’m an open book.” She ignored the sarcasm and asked, “Ever been fucked in the ass before, naughty boy?”
He grinned. Now that it was over, he couldn’t quite believe that had happened or that he’d enjoyed it so much. “Um, no.”
“So I took your virginity,” she said on a light, sophisticated laugh.
He chuckled along with her. “I wasn’t aware I had any virginity left to take, but…uh, yeah, maybe you did. Just like I took yours in the same place.” 82
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They shared a deliciously mischievous smile.
“What’s next for us, Miss Mina?”
“Next?”
He nodded. “Next tonight? Next, the next time I see you?” Her smile faded. “I’m afraid we’ll have to stick to the ‘ I’ll call you ’ plan, like before.” A horrible thought struck him. “Are you married or something?” She shook her head. “No, of course not.”
“Then why so secretive? You obviously enjoy my company enough to come back for more. Why won’t you give me your number, give this thing a chance?”
“This thing?”
He motioned back and forth between them. “Me and you.” She bit her lip, looking pensive, and it forced him to recognize the leap in thought he’d made—a leap for which he was usually on the receiving end. He’d never been on this side before—the side that wanted it to be more than just an affair.
“Wait, you don’t have to say it,” he told her, pulling back slightly.
“Say what?”
“That this is just sex. We’re not dating , not seeing each other , this is fucking and that’s all.”
She turned away from him then, which he thought odd—since he couldn’t see her face anyway.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It can’t be any more than that. I can’t explain why, but it simply can’t.”
Ty sat up. His heart physically hurt in his chest, but he told himself he was still just recovering from so much kinky sex. He had not gotten emotionally involved with his masked dominatrix. He refused to even consider that as a possibility. Even as much as he wished she hadn’t closed back up on him emotionally just now, even as much as 83
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he’d liked finding out she had a soft side when she’d agreed to submit to him a little.
Taking a deep breath, he rose from the couch and went to retrieve his clothes across the room.
“You’re leaving?”
He glanced over his shoulder to see her sitting up, as well. “Yeah. I mean, if it can only be sex, well…the sex is over for tonight, right?” She nodded.
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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.
“It’s whichever you want it to be,” she purred, pulling him down for a soft tongue kiss. “Now, you tell me something.”
“Anything,” he said, attempting to prove a point. “Unlike you, I’m an open book.” She ignored the sarcasm and asked, “Ever been fucked in the ass before, naughty boy?”
He grinned. Now that it was over, he couldn’t quite believe that had happened or that he’d enjoyed it so much. “Um, no.”
“So I took your virginity,” she said on a light, sophisticated laugh.
He chuckled along with her. “I wasn’t aware I had any virginity left to take, but…uh, yeah, maybe you did. Just like I took yours in the same place.” 82
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They shared a deliciously mischievous smile.
“What’s next for us, Miss Mina?”
“Next?”
He nodded. “Next tonight? Next, the next time I see you?” Her smile faded. “I’m afraid we’ll have to stick to the ‘ I’ll call you ’ plan, like before.” A horrible thought struck him. “Are you married or something?” She shook her head. “No, of course not.”
“Then why so secretive? You obviously enjoy my company enough to come back for more. Why won’t you give me your number, give this thing a chance?”
“This thing?”
He motioned back and forth between them. “Me and you.” She bit her lip, looking pensive, and it forced him to recognize the leap in thought he’d made—a leap for which he was usually on the receiving end. He’d never been on this side before—the side that wanted it to be more than just an affair.
“Wait, you don’t have to say it,” he told her, pulling back slightly.
“Say what?”
“That this is just sex. We’re not dating , not seeing each other , this is fucking and that’s all.”
She turned away from him then, which he thought odd—since he couldn’t see her face anyway.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It can’t be any more than that. I can’t explain why, but it simply can’t.”
Ty sat up. His heart physically hurt in his chest, but he told himself he was still just recovering from so much kinky sex. He had not gotten emotionally involved with his masked dominatrix. He refused to even consider that as a possibility. Even as much as he wished she hadn’t closed back up on him emotionally just now, even as much as 83
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he’d liked finding out she had a soft side when she’d agreed to submit to him a little.
Taking a deep breath, he rose from the couch and went to retrieve his clothes across the room.
“You’re leaving?”
He glanced over his shoulder to see her sitting up, as well. “Yeah. I mean, if it can only be sex, well…the sex is over for tonight, right?” She nodded.
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