Snow Mistress

by Diana Rose Wilson

  By now the tub had filled with just enough water. She crooked a finger at him. “Come,” she ordered.

  He crawled toward her with the sensual grace of a magnificent lion, his dark eyes gleaming as the haunted expression finally lost ground, replaced by a raw-edged need. His dark skin flexed and coiled with his movements—slow and confident, not hurrying the show. Her sex clutched violently, and she felt it from the spot between her thighs all the way along her spine to the back of her throat.

  When he reached her, he paused, not touching her, but his warm breath teased along her battered knees. His gaze held hers, not altering, silently questioning what she demanded of him.

  Without speaking, she unclasped the buckles holding his strap and let it fall to the ground. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to get the stink out of the leather. I might have to burn it and start over,” she hissed, not touching his skin despite his graceful rock forward. “Oh, no. No touches for you. Up.”

  When he stood, her face was level with his groin. His cock strained the heavy leather of the skirting despite the weight. She took her time unclasping the fastenings at his hip, careful not to let her fingers touch his skin. She eased the leather down his thighs, stopping every time he started to shift toward her. Keeping his cock pinned as the leather drifted downward with agonizing slowness.

  At last his cock sprang free, the dark length of him bobbing in the air before her lips. The rest of the skirting slumped to the floor as she looked up his body. Meeting his eyes, she inhaled the warmth radiating off him. The sweet, chocolate scent of him curled her toes. There was no pungent smell of a woman, only the natural fragrance that was all him. Leo sweat.

  She leaned forward slightly, allowing her hair to tickle his hip as she whispered, “Good boy.”

  His delightful sob of pleasure made her rub her thighs together, savoring the slick wetness spreading through her, soaking the cloth fully now, making her skin shine with her excitement. It was almost too tempting. She longed to drag her tongue over the cleft of his swollen cock head and lap against the slit and coat her tongue in the pre-cum leaking from the crown.

  When she looked up at him, his eyes were hooded, his chest rising and falling with his restrained desire, cock bobbing with his heartbeat. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks, knowing her lust was naked in her eyes. He moaned when she leaned back and pointed him toward the tub. “In,” she instructed from her perch at the side.

  Again, there was no hesitation. He held her gaze as he stretched his long legs and stepped into the foamy water. He watched her with a silent plea in his eyes as he stood waiting for instructions. She dipped one of the sea sponges into the water and began to wash up his legs to his knees and then higher up his dark thighs, tracing the long, powerful muscles. The touches sent quivers up his limbs and he bit back a sigh of pleasure while she washed up higher.

  “Turn,” she murmured just before she reached his cock and balls. As he turned, pre-cum drooled from the crown of his cock, and his breath caught.

  The tight globes of his ass tensed when she spanked her palm against one and then the other, making his hips surge forward and back before she relented and washed him. First slowly lathering his cheeks and then slipping the soapy sponge between his legs, teasing his balls with the warm water and slippery soap until he was moaning.

  “That’s right,” she crooned at him as he shuddered. “Such a good boy. My boy. I’m going to make you come so much you have nothing left in these heavy balls.” As she spoke, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, palm nuzzling his balls. Her other hand slipped between his ass cheeks, probing into his tight pucker with her middle finger.

  He was so hot around her finger, the ring of muscles clenching tightly in a greedy pulse to match the buck of his cock. “Mistress. I… I—” The big man struggled against his control and as he did, she drove her finger into him deeper, pressing into his backside, pumping swiftly while she stroked his cock.

  “Yes? What is it? Is something wrong?” she asked, her shivering voice betraying her pleasure in pushing his limits.

  “I’m so close, Mistress,” he warned. His wings flickered open for balance and in pleasure, arching wide behind him.

  She loved watching him fight against his need and begging her for permission. She slowed her attentions on his snug pucker and squeezed his balls. He jerked his hips forward with a roar of pleasure, head thrown back.

  “Not yet,” she crooned and swirled her fingers around, finding the spot inside before adjusting to slide a second slippery finger into him. “You are so handsome. I want to watch you forever this way.”

  “Oh Mistress! I can’t…please! Fuck! Fuck! Please… Oh!” He spoke in broken, needy cries, voice rising. His muscles tensed as he held back. Soon it wasn’t words but animal-like sounds of strangled need to be released.

  As he begged, she stroked him faster, swirling her hand up his length to the head, and in tandem worked his ass. “Come, you sexy beast! Come for me!” she purred, watching the lines of his back and shoulders tighten. She wished she could see his face—the sweet torment twisting his features.

  He cried out his pleasure, arching and bucking against her fist around his cock and her fingers deep inside. His balls drew up, tightening while he poised on the edge until she pushed him over with a curl of her fingers inside his heat.

  His cock swelled, spasming and jerking as he came in a fountain across the tub, spraying the wall with his seed. The pearly-white cream christened the wall, painting the side of the tub, his belly and chest when she aimed his release up at him. Around her fingers, his ass clutched against her, his heartbeat thundering in time with his pleasure and the throbbing of his cock.

  As the climax ebbed, he bowed forward, using his hands to brace against the cum-painted wall. A sob of raw pleasure broke past his lips. The exquisite beauty of him stole away her breath and her heart pounded hard. She would never get tired of seeing him that way, breaking into pieces with pleasure. His wings stayed fanned open wide, shivering gold and bronze against the creamy feathers.

  After a moment, he looked over his shoulder, face beaded with sweat and a shy smile flickering at her. She smiled back, blowing him a kiss as she gave a last squeeze of his cock and balls. Her fingers slipped out of the snug grasp of his pucker and then she released his proud cock.

  “Sit down, stud. I don’t want you to fall after that.” She rinsed off her hands and reached for a scrub brush.

  He did, easing into the water with a splash as though his legs were not up to the challenge of holding him any longer. Adjusting himself in the tub, he turned to her, expectant. The flush of pleasure made his skin a darker, velvety chocolate. The glorious wings remained high for a moment before subjecting their glory to the suds and water.

  Leaning in, she smoothed her hands over his cheeks, fingertips softly brushing across his cheekbones, washing his skin clean. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, chin tipped up toward her. Each slow caress bound her tighter to him. Once his face was washed and rinsed, she leaned in and kissed his lower lip very softly.

  “Mistress…” he whispered against her mouth on a soft sigh of absolute pleasure.

  With care she adoringly cleaned him, starting at his neck and moving to his shoulders and down the broad chest. Traces of the other woman washed away, replaced by mango-scented bubbles. “Yes, my sweet?”

  “I want to taste you,” he said, opening his eyes. He pinned her with a ravenous look. “I crave you.”

  She thought her heart would stop. Her toes curled up at the thought of his handsome face between her thighs. “Do you?” she asked, imagining seeing his tongue lapping over her swollen clit.

  “Yes.” The single word came out as a growl, his dark eyes not hiding any of the hunger he felt for her. “I have been a selfish fool.” He cupped her face with both hands, smoothing his thumbs along her cheeks. “Let me take care of your needs, Mistress. Let me serve you as you deserve to be served.” His mouth feathered over he
r lips as he spoke, sharing the warmth of himself with her.

  “Oh!” Her stomach and sex clenched harder, twisting with a delicious mixture of need and desire.

  “I live to serve you,” he growled, rising in the tub, water rippling off his body. Foamy waves sloshed around his hips.

  “Show me,” she said, voice breaking.

  He opened the tub drain, dark eyes flashing as the water emptied. Leaning in, he pressed his clean, water-slick body to hers. “It would be my honor.”

  The contact of his wet flesh sliding over hers made her nipples tighten. The kiss bruised her as his mouth covered hers. Strong arms encircled her body, squeezing her tightly against his chest. One of his hands slid into her hair, and strong fingers gripped a handful to secure her to his mouth. He claimed her lips with the deep plunge of his tongue, as though he wished to taste the absolute core of her. Against him, she moaned, loving the shift of power, surrendering her control.

  Lost in the kiss, she tightened her fingers in his hair until the sharp nip of his teeth drew a moan from her. Only his chuckle answered her as he lifted his head. She arched toward him in the now-empty tub but even her forceful grip in his hair wouldn’t bring him back down for more. His dark eyes gleamed as they focused on her lips.

  Without speaking, he reached for the faucet and twisted it on, letting cool water splash down on her. The contrast in temperature made her gasp and squirm in the exquisite blend of sensations between hot and cold. His answering smile was pure, wicked delight before he adjusted the heat.

  As fresh water rushed into the tub, he playfully pinned her into the empty basin. Hovering over her, he didn’t bother removing her panties. “How dare anyone mar my Mistress’s perfect flesh?” He kissed the bruises on her arms. His mouth peppered softer nibbles over joints aching from the fall. His hands seemed to be everywhere, caressing her here, squeezing her there, never in an overtly sexual manner, and yet it felt like the most erotic and sensual contact of her life.

  With water rushing hot and steamy into the tub, he lifted her foot up and kissed the arch. His tongue coiled out to lick against the clean skin. He sucked one of her toes into his mouth and her body bowed up in shock at the sensation. How could she have that many nerves in only a single toe?

  “Fuck!” she gasped, twisting and gripping at the sides of the tub as pleasure surged through her as he treated each toe to the same treatment.

  Strong hands trailed up her leg, his adoring touches a balm to her aching body. His fingers slid up until he cupped her pussy, squeezing her flesh through the thin layer of the fabric. In response, her hips writhed higher until he hooked his fingers around the thin layer of cloth and tore it away, snapping it and tossing the wet silk aside.

  He licked up her leg, his pink tongue lapping beads of water as he pulled her leg over his shoulder. His dark skin contrasted with her pale flesh—velvet against silk. When his graceful fingers caressed along her clit, she cried out for more, desperate for him.

  “So eager,” he crooned. Petting between her swollen lips, he smeared her foamy cream around and down to her ass before drawing up again and shoved his long finger into her, twisting and coiling. The pad of his thumb pressed against the base of her clit. His free hand pulled her higher, supporting her ass. Feverish breath whispered over her inner thigh. Black eyes lifted to her as he fingered her, watching her response to his touch.

  His finger drew out of her with an erotic, wet sound and he regarded the glistening fingertip thoughtfully before running it across his lower lip. As she watched, his tongue flicked out and then he sucked the finger into his mouth. The pleasure on his face at the first taste of her made her melt all over again. His eyes rolled back, lids heavy as they closed with desire. The moan vibrating through him was like a huge purr. When he opened his eyes again, an expression of awe and affection swept through her heart.

  “You taste like strawberries,” he whispered, dropping his hand from his mouth to push two fingers deep into her. In response, her body rocked toward him, a moan of pleasure cresting over her lips. “I didn’t know… I never thought… Oh fuck. Princess.” He pressed his face into her upper thigh and breathed her in before his kisses traveled up to where his fingers were plunging in and out of her.

  She felt too close to her release. The prospect of having his tongue on her was almost too much to take. No one else had licked her before. Her toes curled the moment he ran his tongue along her clit, using a slow, careful lick up, down and then circled the tightening bud of flesh.

  Her body rocketed upward, bucking, and he drove his finger deeper into her, curving it up into her G-spot and his warm mouth hummed over her clit, sending her to a new height of pleasure. Desperately, she grasped for him, clawing his shoulder and into his silken curls as she shattered to pieces against his fingers. The climax was so sharp that every muscle screamed with the release.

  Her ears slipped under the surface of the water, and the roaring rush of sound filled her. For a moment, she felt like she was flying, soaring high, diving into a weightless cloud of pleasure. He licked and sucked, pushing another finger into her for several deep pumps as she came.

  Suddenly the fingers jerked out of her and as he lifted her with both hands, his tongue replaced the digits, plunging deep into her quivering depths. His nose nuzzled against her over-sensitive clit. Rasping breaths whispered hot and cold over her burning skin. She came again on his tongue as his basso rumble vibrated deep into the marrow of her bones.

  His big hands gripped her hips, bruising with their force, dimpling her ass as he grasped her. He fed on her pleasure and her orgasms with no sign of stopping or slowing down.

  When she came a third time, mute to her own cries, he finally relented, loosening one hand from her to fumble for the water to turn it off. Blearily she opened her eyes. He supported her as she floated in the steamy water, his wings mantled protectively over her. The sweet, chocolaty scent of him mixed with the mango soap she’d scrubbed him with.

  And her sex!

  His cheeks, chin and nose were slick and gleaming wet with her juices—proof of her pleasure and lust. He flashed such a wolfish grin of pleasure that she shuddered, pussy tightening and pulsing as her stomach clutched in a primal, possessive response to him.

  “Mine,” he said very quietly and returned his face to her pussy. He watched her with his exotic dark gaze while licking her from asshole to clit, demonstrating just what he claimed as his own. He rubbed his cheek against her dripping-wet sex. “Oh fuck, princess! You’ve ruined me!” He let out a broken sound and plunged his tongue into her again, deep and long, curling it into her while a sound like a sob rippled from him. It quivered through her folds while he tongue-fucked her.

  She exploded around his tongue and against his face, her inner muscles squeezing him as he dipped in and out of her, faster and faster, darting through her pulsing heat, gathering all the sticky cream for himself. Starlight spangled behind her eyes with the glory of the orgasm, and she felt deliciously joined to him, skin on skin, more intimate than they’d ever been before.

  With a low whimper, he reluctantly lifted his head and pulled her through the water toward him. Sitting up, he gathered her into his lap and his arms and wings curved around her, cuddling her into the most erotic nest. He smelled of her and when they kissed, she tasted the tart berry musk of her pussy on his tongue. They shared the intimacy of the kiss until both their heartbeats stopped racing.

  Her body felt boneless, all the concerns and cares dashed away. He broke the kiss with a slow suck along her lower lip, drawing his head back to admire her. For a moment he searched her eyes, his dark gaze burning with an emotion she couldn’t name. Pride and pleasure and joy jumbled together into a tangle too heavy for her to unravel.

  And her heart overflowed with it. Could he see how she felt in her expression? The way he searched her face, she wasn’t quite sure.

  Neither of them spoke, cherishing the moment, sharing breath and matching heartbeats while cuddling in the war
m water. But the water eventually turned cool and a shiver ran through her.

  He gathered her in his arms and lifted her up, cradling her against his chest as he stepped from the tub. He grabbed a fluffy towel, pulling it around her.

  “Thank you.” When she spoke, her voice sounded rough.

  His large hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her face to him. “I should be thanking you.” He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing her in. “For understanding. For trusting. For not freaking out about all that happened tonight. You should be furious with me.”

  “Will you tell me what happened?”

  His throat worked, Adam’s apple bobbing in his thick neck before he nodded. “Yes. Bee came to me in the foyer and offered me her token. I refused her and she persisted so I left and went to the upper floor where I could watch for your arrival. She followed me up and cornered me, expecting me to return with her to the life I left. I have never seen her like that, ready to smear her smell all over me like she owned me. Another guest in a faery mask came upon our struggles as I tried to escape without harming Bee. Faery demanded Bee stop and got between us. I am so sorry, Mistress. The doormen did not come fast enough. I never would have gone with her.”

  “I know. You aren’t to blame for other people’s behavior,” she told him. Using the second towel, she ruffled his hair and then wrapped it around his shoulders and nuzzled in close.

  “But when we first met, I assured you that no one would come after me, or flip out and cause a scene. If I had known, I would have—” He shook his head to dismiss the initial thought. “I would have warned you about what might happen and the risk you might face.”

  “It wouldn’t have changed my mind. You would have come into the store to see me and I would have swooned into your arms, no matter the risks.”

  He smiled a dazzlingly white smile and scooped her up into his arms again. “No matter the risks? Is that right?”