Mardi Gras by Lacey Alexander (win 10 ebook reader .TXT) 📗
- Author: Lacey Alexander
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“Come in me, Ty! Come in me. I want to make you come so bad, so hard,” she sobbed.
But then, clenching his teeth and looking agonized to the depths of his soul, he pulled his cock out and dropped her ass to the bed.
She felt abandoned. “What are you doing?” she practically shrieked.
“You can’t fucking tell me when to come!” he boomed. “You’re not in charge this time, Mia! This time it’s all about me, punishing you!” She had a feeling they’d both forgotten that for a few intense minutes, but now they remembered. Her body heaved with frustration where she lay stretched out on the bed.
“And we’re not done here,” he added in a low voice, his eyes shining hotly on her.
“We’re not even close to being done.”
“What now?” she asked, suddenly reminding herself of him when their positions had been reversed, always wondering what came next.
In response, he reached up over her, his slick erection dangling down to touch one breast as he untied her from the bed—but he didn’t untie her hands from each other.
“Now, I’m going to spank you. Hard!”
She tensed in a combination of fear and anticipation as he maneuvered her body, face down, over his lap, on the edge of the bed, and leaned down near her ear. “Tell me you’ve been a bad little girl,” he said, no hint of playfulness coloring his voice.
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“I have. I’ve been a very bad girl.” She meant it. She believed it.
“Beg me to punish you for it.”
She drew in her breath. “Punish me. Yes. I deserve it. Spank me.” The first slap of his hand across her ass landed with a sting that echoed all through her. Mmm, God—still more of that strange pleasure-pain. She wanted it, and when the flat of his hand struck her again, she cried out—in joy, because it hurt. Because she felt it everywhere. More, she thought, not daring to speak now. I want more.
He spanked her in a smooth, hard, even rhythm, each strike flaring through her with power and heat. The spanking radiated through every limb, each slap of his palm coming before the vibrations from the last had faded. She cried out—all pleasure now, even as her ass stung and grew sore, so very sore. But it was a good kind of sore, the same lovely kind of sore she’d first experienced when he’d whipped her the other night.
Only this was more intense than that. This was not a playful game—this was a strong, forceful man dominating her, and she was joyfully lost in the power of that domination.
And then…something new! What was he doing now? Even as he spanked her, even as she cried out, she swung to look over her shoulder and saw—oh God!—he was…he was putting something inside her ass—a string with little balls placed every couple of inches. Anal beads—she recalled seeing them at the sex shop when she’d bought her rope and riding crop. He was inserting them, one by one, sending tiny explosions of pleasure through her nether regions with each added ball. She gaped, trying to watch even as she drank in his blows, her ass red now from his perfect spanking.
By the time he was done with the beads, she could no longer discern what was happening to her body. She lay writhing, whimpering across him, lost in the tumult of sensation. It was almost more than she could take, pushing her to the edge of sanity.
And then he was bending over her, whispering, “Now fuck me, Mia. Fuck me. Ride me.”
She gazed over her shoulder, up into his eyes this time.
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He peered heatedly at her and said it again. “Ride me…lover.” As she’d called him in her role as Mistress Mina.
Slowly, she rose to her knees next to him. He reached for her thigh, prodding her to straddle his hips. She glanced down between them at his tremendous, straining cock.
She’d never wanted anything more than she wanted this man back inside her right now. She didn’t know if he was still angry or not—she had no idea how he might feel about her now—she only knew she needed him inside her body. Because she loved him. She loved him deeply.
She sank slowly down on his erection, pleased at how enormous he felt filling her.
“So big,” she breathed, her eyes falling shut, head dropping back with the ecstasy of his size combined with the beads that seemed to ripple gloriously about inside her ass.
A soft kiss brushed her neck. “Do you like my cock, Mia?” he whispered.
She lowered her head and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. “Oh, God, yes.” She saw his lips move more than she actually heard his nearly inaudible request.
“Fuck me.”
She leaned deeper into him, beginning to move in the most ancient rhythm, her instincts instantly taking over. They both moaned as she undulated against him. Her bound arms circled his neck, his hands splayed wide on her ass. She fucked him slowly, their foreheads touching. Her breasts raked against his chest, the leather that crisscrossed it abrading her nipples lightly.
But soon she was driven to move faster, to fuck deeper, her clit brushing against him, her pussy beginning to reach for release. The beads inside her anus jiggled and rubbed in response to her movements, heightening every sensation. He kissed her hard, deep, as they moved, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth, hungering for still more of him. His hands roamed her shoulders, her back, one sliding around to caress her breast, raking his thumb across the sensitive peak.
But then his hands both returned to her ass and she rode him in hot circles that brought her closer and closer to ecstasy, making the desire churn and rise. He lifted to
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