by Joey W. Hill
A collar, the inner pronged kind, fitted to hold his neck snug and make him feel the bite of those teeth. The strap running down the back attached securely to the harness he worked around his hips. She’d already well-lubricated the dildo, but even so, as he put the harness on and positioned the phallus he had to work it in, his lips parting, fist going to the floor to brace himself as he strained at the awkward angle. Usually she put it in, but she wanted to watch him struggle to do it, see his hips leave his heels to twitch and gyrate, impaling himself.
“Sugar—”
All the way to those soft silicon balls, Mackenzie,” she breathed. “God, I could come just watching you. And if you don’t hurry and get it all on, that’s exactly what I’m going to do, make you watch only.”
With a grunt, he slid it the rest of the way in, his trembling fingers working the front of the harness. He cinched it in hard enough to pull a guttural groan from his lips that shuddered through her.
“Tighter. I want that cock staying deep in your ass, reminding you who you belong to, next time you let a girl nearly take you down.”
He found the tightest fitting his muscular waist could accommodate. His cock was leaking, making her lick her lips, craving the salty taste. He put on the cuffs last and she propped herself on her elbows.
“Come here. Put your wrists behind you and turn away from me.”
“Violet, I want to touch you. Need to touch you.”
God, it was that vulnerable side that could break her, because she understood the knife edge of what he wanted, versus needed, even better than he did. And he was probably the same way about her.
“That’s up to me. You forget to call me Mistress again and I’ll make you leave that dildo up your ass until tomorrow morning. Come here. Now.”
He complied, and she relished the way he walked. Now his stiff, awkward gait was because of the movement of the dildo against his prostate, evoking pleasurable gasps from his lips as he managed a shuffle, at odds with his normal, graceful predator’s movements. When he reached her, she swiped her fingers over the tip of his cock, earning a jerk, and licked her fingers while his hungry eyes watched. He looked like he wanted to devour her alive, his fists clenching. When her eyes went deliberately there, he made a visible effort to release them, hold them loose at his sides.
“Turn,” she reminded him.
He did, though his gaze swept over her naked body, making her tremble. When he completed the turn, she closed her hand on one wrist, then the other, though he briefly caught her fingers with his, a needy gesture she didn’t punish. She wanted him, too. She locked the cuffs together, binding his arms behind his back, and teased the base of the dildo, earning a hard shudder, another gasp.
“Mistress, please—”
“Don’t make me gag you, Mackenzie. Turn back to me.”
When he did, she ran her hand liberally over his distended cock, purring in approval. “You would have liked the conversation at my party. Seems all those girls would like to fuck you. In fact, I think I should have had you there. Stretched you out on the table like a party favor.” Her gaze slanted up to his face. “Keep your eyes down.”
When his lashes lowered, she indulged a look at the taut face, the twitching jaw muscles, the cords standing out on his powerful neck. “I wouldn’t let anyone fuck you, though. Just play with you, pleasure themselves with touch and taste.”
“Anything you want, sugar,” he managed hoarsely, testing her again. She suppressed a smile. “What’d you all talk about?”
“The usual.” She let him get away with it a bit. “Work, family, the comparative size of our husband’s dicks.”
“Who won?”
“Tyler, as always.” She didn’t miss a beat as he made a noise halfway between a resigned chuckle and a growl.
“Mistress, you’re killing me here. I want to move in your hand. I want to fuck you. I want to spill my come on your belly, those beautiful large tits of yours.”
“You want to mark me, because that alpha brain of yours has to have its say, even when your cock wants me to keep you in your place. God, I love you, Mackenzie.”
His gaze snapped up to hers, briefly, and this time it held. She stopped her stroke of his cock, managed to get up to her knees with some trouble, but brought her mouth to his again, a hot, needy kiss. He pressed hard against her, but with his hands bound, he had to pretty much let her do as she wished, tunneling her fingers in his hair, biting his lip, tangling with his tongue, feeling that huge organ prodding her belly, wanting in.
Gasping herself, she pushed him back a pace. “Your turn, Mackenzie. I’m going to lie back down, and you convince me why I should allow you inside my pussy, since you’re doing your damnedest to get punished.”
She eased back to the pillows, watching him consider that, consider her motives. She blessed that harness and dildo as he awkwardly maneuvered back down the bed, but she closed her eyes as, with perfect balance, he bent over and placed his lips on her foot.
Detail-oriented, as she said. He suckled on each toe and ran the tip of his tongue up the inner arch of her foot to tease her ankles. He mixed nips of his teeth with clever flicks of tongue, the pressure of lips, and he took…his…time. Never staying too long in one place. With his hands behind his back, and that phallus shoved up his ass, he had to be careful with his balance, but that just made his moves even more carefully planned, methodical and slow. Ohhh…he’d moved up her ankle to her calf. He knew her knees were ticklish, so he was careful there. The man had the firmest, warmest lips, and the brush of his neatly trimmed beard was like a slightly coarse fur glove, gliding over her skin. She was free flowing now, and when he closed over one of those trickles of desire, a few inches above her knee, it took all she had to not loosen her thighs. Instead she crossed her ankles, made him work for the privilege.
Light flicks against her skin, suckling, a bite here or there. He used all the persuasion he had in that mouth to get her to spread her legs. She reached down, managing to graze her fingers over his hair, curl some of it around her fingers and tug. His enormous cock was sliding along the edge of the bed, like some distended beast, waiting for a chance to join in the play. She wanted to taste him again, put her mouth around the meat of that monster, feel him pulse against the demand of her tongue, the snap of her teeth. But for now, this was what she wanted more.
Relenting at last, she eased her legs apart and he worked his way up, up. She quivered as he reached that heated opening and then waited, as he knew he should, though she felt the puffs of heated breath like a bull waiting to charge. She idly played with her nipples some more, squeezed her breasts, brought them together and knew he was watching her out of the corner of his eye, over the mound of her pregnant belly. Thinking of what the women had teased her about earlier, she couldn’t help thinking.
See, daisy-girl, this is the way you tease a man to raging…until he can’t think of anything but wanting you… There was no more incredible rush, particularly when she was doing it to the man she loved more than the whole universe, ten times over.
“Now, Mackenzie.” She spoke with soft firmness. “And since I can’t see you down there, I want to hear how much you like eating my cunt.”
“It would be my pleasure, Mistress,” he said, those silver eyes flashing at her. He bent to the task. She arched up, despite her weight, and he easily put a shoulder against her, holding her steady so she didn’t roll as he went down on her. That tongue slid like butter between her labia, working in and doing a sensual undulation that had her crying out. He nosed her clit, alternating between tongue and lips to manipulate it, then covered her completely and dove deep again, making loud, suckling noises of desire as he licked and drew on her, raw, primal sounds that proved how drenched she was. She imagined her fluids smearing his lips, making them glisten.
Oh…her body shuddered, so close. She wanted to come. She could, and then make him suffer, not give him any release, punishment for what he had and hadn’t done today. While all of i
t had been commensurate with who he was, who she loved, she had to remind him he belonged to her like this, so he would always take as much care as possible.
And conversely, it was in his devotion he reminded her of the same thing, before she went out on the job. They were the perfect pair of meshed pieces, two parts of a whole, and now, in this second, she didn’t want to be anything less.
“Come onto the bed,” she whispered.
This time she helped with his balance as he put one knee up and then the other. Turning her body, she rose, and took his arm, maneuvering him. Her hand closed around his cock so when she pushed him forward and his body came down on the mattress, that hard organ was at a more comfortable angle. Didn’t get stubbed, she thought with a smile, but a tight one, for her body was heavy with need.
There was a time he would have resisted being this vulnerable with all his strength. She would have had to employ more restraints. Sometimes he was still like that, for sometimes it was hard to let old demons go. However, even if he felt too helpless, he would do nothing to resist her now, anything that might strain her fragile body. Pregnancy did have its advantages, though she admitted she enjoyed their more spirited bouts as well.
She held him there, a hand on his lower back, just out of reach of his bound hands as she ran her fingers over him, over the taut buttocks. Loosening the harness, she began to work the plug in and out, fuck him with it as his buttocks clenched and he resisted the movement she was trying to create. He was such a large animal, the body lying diagonally across their king-sized bed still close to the edges at the head and the feet.
She forced him to give in to the movement, making it a command. “Pretend you’re fucking me, Mackenzie. Show me how you want to fuck me.”
His hips lifted and lowered, helpless not to obey her, and her mouth dried up at the sight of it, the powerful haunches rising and lowering, going faster as she went faster, his hard cock sliding against the bed, a friction that began to be so rapid she was afraid she might give him a rug burn on the coverlets, but he obeyed her pace, even as he groaned. “Mistress…don’t let me come…outside of you. Please.”
“So you’ve learned who your Mistress is? Who owns this ass? This cock?”
“You do. Goddamnit…you do. Violet…please, sugar…”
The strangled desperation told her she’d waited for the right second. In one movement, she pulled the dildo free and unlatched the cuffs. “Roll over, Mackenzie. You better not come until I do, or there will be hell to pay.”
He rolled and, as he did, he caught her waist. Using all that magnificent strength, he lifted her over him so she could straddle him, and brought her down on his cock, taking it in deep, so deep, so hard…oh, God, yes. She closed her eyes at the pleasure of it, nearly screamed when he held one hand anchored on her hip but reared up to capture a breast with the other. He put his lips over it, suckling the hypersensitive tip, her swollen abdomen pressing into his hard, flat one.
She hadn’t told him to do any of this, but sometimes, she got so lost in all of it, she couldn’t remember if she’d spoken aloud or he’d simply heard the demand of her body, so loudly he responded as if it came from her lips. But even through the maelstrom of desire, she caught his hair in her hand, yanked his head away from her and met him eye to flashing eye. “I need you too much, damn it. Don’t you dare get yourself killed. Never, you hear me? If that means you have to punch a damn high school prom queen in the face, you drop her like a brick, you hear?”
Oh, hell. On top of the desire, the earlier feeling rose, and her tears were spilling down her face. “Don’t stop…please…”
“No, I won’t, sugar. I’m here. Feel me. I’m here.” He brought her down hard then, earning a keening gasp that darkened his silver gaze, tightened his lips, but his other hand remained cradling her face, his thumb catching every tear on that side. “I love you, Violet. You are everything. Fucking everything. Sshh, I’m sorry, I should have called as soon as those damn cameras showed up. I love you, sugar…”
She slid her arms around his shoulders then, and he banded his around her ample waist. He began to rock in and out of her in earnest, the broad shoulders flexing, biceps hardening, the lower back working it, pistoning his cock, which might not be as large as Tyler’s but was still more than any woman would expect, and was perfect for her. Her tissues caught on fire and she started to release, a full body orgasm that tingled like electricity through her nipples and the veins through her breasts, down through her lower belly, below the sweet cushion of liquid in which the daisy-girl tumbled and played.
Oblivious to the carnal goings-on, but perhaps enjoying the rock-and-roll, baby-in-a-washing-machine tumble that was likely resulting. It made her think of Chloe’s wrapping paper, the cherubs tumbling through the heavens, holding their toes.
Learn to roll with the pleasure, sweet baby. That’s what it’s all about. Because life is often too short to worry about how rough the ride will be. And if you’re anything like your mommy and daddy, you’ll find the rougher it is, the better you like it.
It made her smile through her tears and pleasure both, as she clasped her arms around her husband’s back. She cried out as he released with her as well, giving the gift of himself, his full surrender. Everything she demanded of him, and more than she’d ever expected to be given.
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After they’d cooled, Mac held her in his arms and dozed in that endearing state of male post-coitus, probably due as much to his demanding work day as the mind-blowing sex. She traced his brow, the firm lips. She’d stripped everything off him, so they lay flesh to flesh, the breeze from the marsh coming in the screens of the now open windows to play on their skin. Running her hand down his flat sectioned stomach, she tangled in the trimmed hair, closed on his cock.
His hand came up, closed over hers. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Best leave that alone. That belongs to my Mistress and she’s a scary woman.”
“You don’t seem that scared of her.” Violet smiled as he opened one silver eye and glanced down at her.
“Well, sugar, that’s because I think she has a soft spot for me.”
“Hmm…” She ran her fingers over his wrists, now wearing the bracelets Tyler and Marguerite had given them, as well as the linked bracelet she’d given him long ago. “I like these.”
“Me, too.” He brought them up to eye level as he cupped her face with both hands, lifted his head to take her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. He pulled back, just far enough to gaze at her, eye to eye. “But I’ve still got work to do.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, I only got so far.” His gaze swept down her body, stopping for a moment on the new baby blanket she’d spread out for him to see, and then he’d tugged up on her legs to keep her from getting a chill. “I wanted to put my mouth on every inch of that beautiful belly, spend more time with those amazing breasts of yours. Then turn you over and work my way down your spine, your pretty ass…all the way back to your feet. With my Mistress’s permission of course. And if I remember, you kind of like it on all fours right now, with me coming in behind you…”
Violet felt her body tighten, and was amazed to see his cock beginning to twitch, his eyes to spark. In a tender gesture, he tangled one set of fingers with hers and stretched their joined arms in an upside down V over their heads, the palm to palm point swaying back and forth in some unheard melody, except by them. “I’ll give you anything you beg for, Mackenzie. You know that.”
Despite the humor she tried to inject in her voice, she felt something more intense as he rose up on an elbow, bringing the linked hands down to rest on her hip. As he stared down into her face, it felt like when he’d kissed her feet, as if he was memorizing the feeling, the vision, against the day when it might not be there for him to look at or touch. A possibility they would forever know was too close for both of them. But perhaps that was what made them savor the time they had together so much more fiercely.
“Just as I’ll never de
ny you anything,” he responded. “Not as long as I have the pleasure of serving you, Mistress. Let me serve you now.”
And she did, letting herself be swept away by the love they shared, in the unique way they shared it.
Tyler Tied Up
A vignette featuring Tyler and Marguerite of Ice Queen and Mirror of My Soul (with guest appearances by Mac and Violet of Natural Law) from the Nature of Desire Series.
Originally posted in serial format July-November 2009
Part One
“What do you need, baby?” Tyler squatted on his heels, wiping a sweaty arm across his forehead. Jesus, the Florida spring was stifling this year. “I’ve hand fed you, mercilessly destroyed your enemies, told you that you’re beautiful...a woman is allowed to be this difficult. Life’s too short for a rose to be this standoffish.” Stroking a finger over the leaves of the bush, he noted how tight and green the buds were. “You see this fuchsia floozy next to you? She’s spreading her petals for the whole world to see. I know, maybe you don’t want to be a tramp like her, but that’s why you coming out now will be so classy and coy. You’ll be the Audrey Hepburn to her Jezebel.”
“This is just sad. Or biblical, I’m not sure which. You don’t often get to see a man on his knees, begging a bush to do anything.”
Turning, Tyler saw Violet standing a few feet behind him, fully rigged out in her state trooper uniform. It always made his lips twitch, because she was barely five feet tall and, despite having had a baby in the last few months, still a pixie. But since she was also the second toughest Mistress he knew, and mean as a Georgia snake when riled, he managed to stifle the smile that would expose how cute he thought she looked.
“Who’s protecting Tampa if you’re here?”
