He took a deep breath.
“So, naming my restaurant’s new dessert after a famous food critic and the woman I mean to take right back to bed in a few minutes is very good for business. Now come here.” He wrapped her in his arms, pulled her in close, and bent to whisper in her ear, “I have a terrible craving to partake of some Kady’s Delight, my sweet slice of vanilla cake with tart, tart, very tart berries and whipped.” He chuckled. “Oh yes, quite thoroughly whipped cream.”
Cake? Girlfriend? Tart? Whipped cream? This couldn’t be real, and any moment now she’d wake up. Surely, she would. Wouldn’t she?
But she wasn’t so sure she wanted to wake up if this was some weird dream. After all, his arms felt so frigging good, and the heat of his skin against hers was heavenly.
Kady smiled and then gulped. His skin against hers?
That’s when she realized that Ivan wasn’t the only one who was totally naked. Heat sluiced up her neck and radiated all the way down to her toes.
How long had it been since she’d actually made love with a man, any man? Months and months, at least. Probably even a year. Life had gotten busy, and not many men were comfortable with a woman who enjoyed being in control, especially her idea of control. Or a woman who didn’t need nor want their money, or their protection, or their name, or their babies.
It’d simply been so much easier to keep a stash of batteries replenished for the toy chest than it was to keep some guy happy.
And so what if this was simply some drugged, crazy stroganoff dream and this guy wasn’t even what the real Ivan Vilnakof looked like? What harm could it do to enjoy herself for just a little while? To touch and to kiss and to lick and to smack such a perfect ass as his? Especially considering this particular male specimen and this weird fantasy of hers probably weren’t even real?
“Come on, honey,” he whispered. “And don’t forget that tight-ass cock ring this time and the leather-handled whip you like so much. That’s one of the things about you I love best, you know? You always understand exactly how to play.”
Before Kady even realized what she was about to do, she opened a nearby chest and began rummaging through whips and chains and assorted other naughty paraphernalia before finding exactly what she’d been looking for, as if it were an everyday occurrence.
She shook her head. How had she known what was in that chest in the first place? Her heart pounded hard. How did she know precisely what he expected her to do to him and what exactly he’d do to her? But she did. Just as if this wasn’t some kind of drugged-stroganoff-induced dream, after all, but a real memory.
Did it really matter how she got here or why, though? She was here now, and this incredibly handsome man didn’t seem to mind the dominant side of her at all. As a matter of fact, he seemed excited about it.
“Present your cock, Ivan,” she demanded. “And remember to hold it out of the way so I can get to your balls, or you’ll be receiving extra lashes.”
He took his rock-hard beefstick in hand and shoved it to one side. “Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress. Anything for you, Mistress.”
Taking his balls in hand, she slipped the tight cock ring in place. “You will not come until I give you permission.”
He nodded.
She grasped his stiff cock with both hands and stroked, glorying in the way the veins became even more prominent with each pass, in how red the head had become. And how something as soft as expensive, fine kid leather could at the same time be hard as steel. “Now this is what I’d call a truly, tasty Beef-Stroganoff.” She laughed.
“More like a Beef-Stroke-Him-Off, wouldn’t you say?” Ivan chuckled.
As an answer, she gave his cock one more good tug and smiled. “Time to assume the position, Ivan. Hands and knees on the bed, and present that fine ass of yours for my pleasure.”
He climbed onto the bed and onto all fours with his perfect ass jutting out toward her. “Like this Mistress?”
In response, she let the whip fly. The sound of the leather strips connecting with bare flesh had her pussy humming with delight. Soon, very soon now, she’d give her pussy what it desired most. But not yet. Not quite yet.
Again, the whip made contact, and again and again. Ivan’s delectable ass became a ripe peach-red, plump and perfect beneath her ministration. His thighs began quivering, his thick cock swayed back and forth, and his breathing came hard and fast.
He was so close to ready. They both were.
“I’m going to lick you now, Ivan, but remember, you can’t come yet. Do you hear me?”
He nodded his head yes.
And she did lick him. Swirling her tongue against his heated cheeks, nipping his thighs, probing the rim of his ass, and then swiping down to his swollen balls and back up to begin the process all over again. The already taut cock ring grew tighter and tighter with each pass her tongue made.
Then she let the whip fly again.
He flinched, then groaned, and then moaned. “Again, Mistress, please, please, please, again.”
She cracked the whip against his quite red ass once more as blood pulsed loudly in her ears and her breathing came fast and hard. All the while, her clit ached, throbbed, and begged for attention.
She denied it. That would come soon enough. For now, she wanted, needed, to simply touch his sweet ass once more. It was so pretty, so vulnerable, so very plump, and so very hers.
She ran her tongue along the raised welts while reaching between his legs and grasping his rock-hard cock with her hand. She pumped him fast and hard while soothing the red away with her kiss.
Now, he was ready. They both were.
“Fuck me, Ivan. Fuck me, now.”
He let his breath out in a whoosh. “Oh my God, yes. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t let me this time. That I’d die with this hard-on.”
Before she realized what was happening, he had her flat on her back and was positioned between her legs. With one fast, hard stroke, he entered her, groaned in apparent delight, and repeated the process.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he shouted with every stroke executed.
The walls of her pussy wrapped tightly around his thick cock. His swollen balls smacked her ass in a rhythm that perfectly matched the pounding of her heart. She held on for dear life as he fucked her and fucked her and gloriously fucked her some more.
She watched in wonder as sweat beaded his brow with the concentration it took to please her. The power of it, the glory of her domination had her ginning ear-to-ear and her pussy tingling in response.
She smacked his ass once more for good measure. “Faster, Ivan. If you wish to come anytime soon, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he shouted as he doubled his speed, his eyes turning that stormy blue she so loved when he was overwhelmed with lust.
Kady pushed him a little farther. “You do wish to come tonight, don’t you?”
Ivan nodded and moaned.
“Then get down there and lick my clit the way I like it, and if you do a very good job, I just might see you rewarded.”
He immediately pulled his cock free, slid down her body, and latched upon her sensitive knot with a vengeance. The last coherent thought she remembered was that she must’ve taught him well. Then all thought fled into oblivion as he began stroking deep within her cunt with a finger.
A rush of excitement skittered up her spine as he plundered her pussy and his wonderfully rough tongue sent waves of delight over her.
Within moments, spirals of tiny spasms and sparks of intense pleasure shot out in every direction from her core. The walls of her pussy contracted, and her very soul shattered.
He slid up her body, panting, and laid his head upon her breasts. “Have I pleased you, Mistress. Please say I have.”
In response, she quickly felt between them and flipped the latch on the cock ring, freeing Ivan’s balls. “You may come now, my love. You may come now.”
And he did, as a warmth, the likes o
f which she’d never known, coated her belly, her heart, and her soul.
****
“You must be Miss Kady Robinson?”
Kady looked up into the same fiery blue eyes of the man she’d just been having sex with, but this time Ivan Vilnakof stood before her fully clothed, and she was once more back in the diner.
Heat wicked up her neck and filled her cheeks.
“You are Kady Robinson, the food critic, correct?”
She wanted to answer him. She really did. But a lump that felt the size of California prevented her from making even a squeak. She settled for nodding. How embarrassing to be caught in some weird-ass fantasy by the very man she’d been fantasizing about.
He took the seat opposite her and pointed to her almost empty bowl. “That looks suspiciously like my grandmother’s beef stroganoff. You know, the very same dish you said, and I quote, was ‘mediocre’.”
If her face could’ve gotten any hotter it would have, but before she could explain, another voice interrupted the conversation.
“Well, how did you like it?” the very pushy, very pregnant waitress asked.
If she wasn’t sure she’d look like even more of a weirdo, she’d kiss the woman for interrupting. “It was fine, thank you. Not quite as good as the version I had at The Potemkin’s Revenge the other day, but very nice, thank you.”
The waitress beamed. “Didn’t I tell you it was just what you needed today?”
Kady nodded. “Why yes, you did.”
The waitress then turned toward Ivan. “And what can I get for you today, sir?”
He shook his head. “Nothing for me, thanks. I’m pretty sure I have exactly what I need right in front me.” He chuckled.
The waitress smiled and walked away.
“And just what did you mean by that?” Kady asked.
Ivan raised an eyebrow and winked. “We both know I’m here for you to kiss my ass, so shall we let the ass-kissing commence?”
Kady laughed out loud. “I’ll make you a deal, Mr. Vilnakof. I’ll gladly kiss your ass and lick it, too, but only if I get to smack it until it’s bright red first.”
A look of surprise came over Ivan’s face, but he quickly hid it. “A woman after my own heart, I see. Shall we go someplace more suited to red asses and other things of pleasure? I do believe I have a chest of…things you just might be interested in.”
Recipe for Beef Stroganoff
1 pound of hamburger browned and seasoned with salt and pepper.
1 can of cream of mushroom soup.
½ cup of milk
1 eight once package of sour cream.
1 package of cooked noodles Your choice of whatever kind you like.
Brown the seasoned hamburger and drain off excess fat. Mix in the can of cream of mushroom soup and the half-cup of milk. Stir until bubbling, then add in the sour cream. Serve over a bed of noodles. You can also add some cheese or mushrooms or leftover beef from a roast or something instead of hamburger to change it up a little.
Enjoy!
About the Author
Hi, my name is Maxine Mansfield, and I write erotic fantasy romances. I live in the far northern state of Alaska where the summer days are long and warm and the winter nights even longer and hotter.
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