Mardi Gras by Lacey Alexander (win 10 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

her new leather toy. Sliding it behind his erection, she pulled it forward a bit, then removed the crop, letting the shaft slap softly against his abs. He let out a soft, quick moan.

But she couldn’t let herself be sidetracked by his hard-on, no matter how colossal and beautiful it looked, so it was back to business. “Turn around and lean over the chair.”

She watched Ty take a deep breath, then pivot, bending slightly at the waist, his wrists still bound behind him. “Like this?”

“Yes, that will do. Now tell me you’ve been a bad boy.” He hesitated, so she took the opportunity to snap the crop lightly against his lovely, masculine ass, surprised at the pleasure the strike delivered…to her. “Say it,” she commanded.

He sighed, still looking reluctant. “I’ve been a bad boy.” She smacked his ass with the crop again, slightly harder this time.

“Oh God, I’ve been a bad boy.”

Mmm, yes, that time it sounded like her little spanking was starting to feel good to him.

Her cunt throbbed when she slapped the crop harder across his flesh, this time leaving a pink mark. He moaned.

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Each successive strike of the riding crop elicited another groan from Ty, each sounding deeper, deeper, until she asked him, “Do you like your whipping from Mistress Mina?”

He nodded vigorously, even if he looked a bit spent with desire. “Yes.”

“Mmm, that’s a good boy,” she purred, her pussy humming with delight at his submission. “Now, sit back down.”

He obeyed, and when she next saw his eyes, she knew she had him utterly excited, and ready for whatever came next.

“Do you want to see more of me?” She drew the riding crop sensually through her legs and up her pussy in case he needed some inspiration.

He answered deeply. “Oh yes.”

“Beg me.”

He didn’t hesitate this time. “Please let me see you, Mistress Mina. Let me see your breasts, let me see your pretty pussy.”

Oooh, she liked him this way—so much so that it increased the pulse in her cunt and she could barely wait to let him see more of her.

Abandoning her riding crop on the couch behind her, she reached up to curl her fingers into the cups of her bra, slowly pulling them down to reveal taut pink nipples, standing thick and erect. The beads she wore fell between her breasts. He let out a low groan and she ran her hands over them, tweaking the rosy tips.

“So pretty,” he murmured.

“Beg to see my pussy some more,” she instructed him.

The request brought fresh heat to his expression. “Please, Mistress Mina, show me your pussy. Show me your hot, pink cunt. I want to see how wet and open you are.” Mmm, just what the dominatrix ordered. Like before, his begging upped her excitement, getting her even more turned on than she already was.

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She turned, putting her back to him, then slipped her fingers beneath the elastic at her hips. She drew her panties down over her garters and stockings, bending at the waist to give him a hot view from behind. When the panties were at her ankles, she stepped free and turned to stand before him, exposed.

“Oh God,” he breathed, his gaze glued between her thighs.

“You like it, lover?” she asked, reaching down to run her fingers through her damp slit. She glanced down at it herself, aroused at the sight, because she’d shaved away all of her pubic hair except for a narrow swath above her cunt.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, sounding as excited as she was.

Following her instincts and highly aware that he loved watching her autoerotic touches, she sat down on the couch and parted her thighs wide.

“Unh…” he breathed.

Biting her lip, she reached for the riding crop, then began to run the leather-fringed tip over her clit and inner lips.

“Oh God, honey, that’s so damn hot. Let me fuck you now.” Mia couldn’t quite believe how wonderful it felt to rub the leather crop through her slit while Ty’s eyes drank it all in. She’d never touched herself for a guy before, and like everything else that was a first for her tonight, the rawness of the act thrilled her almost more than she could understand. “You like watching me play with my pussy?” she purred.

“God yes, baby.” His voice was a low, hot rumble. “But I need to fuck you now.” She lowered the crop to the cushion beside her and squared her gaze on his. “Are you being a bad boy again? Trying to take control when you know it belongs to me?” Ty looked like he was ready to come bounding off the chair at any second, but at this, he collected himself. She saw him take a deep breath. “No. Whatever you want, Mistress Mina. Whatever you say.”

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Their eyes met. His seemed to say he wasn’t sure he liked this part of the game. She kept her gaze steady, though. Commanding.

Finally, he left the chair and dropped to his knees, his hands still firmly tied behind him. He began to move toward her, placing one knee in front of the other.

Ty looked amazingly sexy coming closer to her, his hard cock jiggling with each move, his eyes hungry, his hands still trussed. Knowing he was willingly following her demands only made it better. She parted her legs farther—as far apart as possible—as he neared her, pleased that his burning gaze had fallen back to her cunt.

“Now, eat me,” she said, when he was kneeling between her thighs.

Without a second’s hesitation, he lowered his face to her pussy, closing his mouth over her engorged clit. She cried out at the instant pleasure. Hissing as he began to suckle, she realized her joy ran deeper, much deeper, because the man who mouthed her was Ty. Her Ty, the guy she’d had a crush on for most of her life. And now they were suddenly playing naughty sex games and he was licking