Mistress Mine by Samantha Cayto Page B

the bench, he reached down
to grab the bag and the box inside it for the rings. It was agony once more to
move the metal over his tortured flesh. The promise of release made him rush,
and he bit back a cry when he snagged the sensitive lip of his cock head with
the edge of one of the rings.
    “Careful.” His Mistress had opened her eyes to mere slits
and watched him. “I want the erection inside me, and you are not to come before
I tell you.”
    “Yes, Mistress,” he bit out as the last of the rings came
off. It took no time to cover himself with the condom. He faced her, eyes down,
waiting for permission.
    “Scoot closer to me. Put my legs over your thighs and place
the tip of you cock outside my pussy. Don’t put it in yet.”
    He did as commanded and nestled his body against hers. His
body vibrated from the effort it took not to slam his cock home. But he didn’t
have permission, so he waited, and waited, and waited. His palms rested on her
thighs. His fingers squeezed her before he could stop them. Instead of
admonishment, his Mistress chuckled.
    “Okay. Slide it in, slowly.” His cock entered her hot, tight
pussy. He half moaned, half sighed at the feeling. “Stop.” Gritting his teeth,
he did. His cock pulsed, his balls were pulled tight against his body, aching
for release. He worked hard to steady his breathing, holding onto control with
a tenuous grip, but he was doing it.
    “Now, my dear sub. Slam it home!” He did, even before the
words were completely out of her mouth. He pushed his cock to the hilt, lifting
her legs higher as he did so. “Yes, that’s it,” she encouraged him. “Lift me
up, push harder, push faster.”
    Complying was easy, fantastically easy, and oh so exciting.
Lifting her legs up and pushing them back toward her chest, Trey dove deeper
into Juliette’s willing body. Clasping her thighs closer to him, he levered
himself up with straining quads and calves to thrust as she had commanded.
Harder and faster, he drove them both higher and closer to climax. His
sphincter clamped down on the plug that filled him and urged him to greater
heights of pleasure. His body hummed and vibrated with the need to come. He
grunted against the strain of holding it back. Eyes closed, jaw clenched, he
worked his Mistress’s body, felt her release, heard her scream.
    Juliette’s cunt gripped his cock, taunting him to join her,
yet no command came. She thrashed against his hold and with a keening cry, came
again. God, he howled his frustration, felt his control slip, and just as he
meant to beg for release, permission came. So did he. Blood roared in his ears,
the room spun around his tightly shut eyes. Intense pleasure burst inward from
his ass and out of his cock, right into his Mistress’s sweet, grasping pussy.
He held onto her body and pumped himself dry. When he was done, he quickly rid
himself of the condom and slumped over her body, head pillowed between her
breasts. Her heart beat quickly against her chest. He heard it, felt it and
reveled in causing it. Her labored breath matched his own. He could have easily
stayed where he was all night, but there was one thing he craved still.
    Lifting his head, he asked his Mistress a favor. “Please let
me release you so I can feel your arms wrapped around me.”
    Her eyes were closed and remained so, but she nodded. He wasted
no time in freeing her from the restraints, careful to massage her arms as she
had done for him. His reward was having those arms embrace him, allowing him
once more to place his head between her breasts.
     
    Juliette could have stayed in that position forever, the
heavy weight of Trey’s satiated body pressing her to the bench. But her back
was starting to protest, so she patted his ass. “Time to get up.” He lifted his
head and gave her a sloppy grin, one that told her everything she needed to
know. Her sub had enjoyed his little sojourn as a Dom, and more importantly had
enjoyed having his ass plugged.
    He sat up,