Dani blew out a sigh of appreciation. He was stunning.
“Now your turn,” he said in a smoky voice.
She cocked her head. “I’m in charge here.”
“Of course, my Mistress.” He grinned wickedly. “I thought you would be more comfortable without so many clothes on. I suspect we’ll be working up quite a sweat.”
No doubt!
“At least that’s my hope,” he added.
For a moment she pondered his suggestion. How thoughtful of him to express concern for her comfort. And since Mike had shed his clothing, the temperature seemed to have shot up numerous degrees.
“You’re right,” she said.
Dani gripped the hem of her shirt with shaky hands and slowly tugged the fabric up and over her head. When Mike held his hand out for the garment, she passed it to him. She watched as he folded the shirt, then placed it atop his pile of discarded attire. Once again his gaze, so full of lust, settled on her. A single nod, her cue to continue.
She reached behind her back for the fastening of her skirt. After releasing the closure she pushed the leather over the flare of her hips and stepped out. Mike held out his hand for the skirt. Dani knelt to retrieve it from the floor, then stood and handed it over. Again, he folded her piece of clothing before setting it aside. Clothed in her bra and panties she went back to admiring his nakedness.
Now that it was just the two of them, Dani’s anxieties were niggling. From the moment she laid eyes on Mike she’d wanted to be with him. It was insane the attraction she felt toward him since she knew nothing about him. The physical attraction between them was undeniable as she watched his cock harden and lengthen before her eyes. If she had a penis it would probably look the same way. She didn’t think she’d ever been as aroused as she was at the moment. She couldn’t help but wonder if there could be something more between them than just this one night.
The craving to explore his big, muscled body with her hands grew to overwhelming proportions. She needed like she’d never needed before. She needed to possess him, and to have him possess her as well. Moisture threatened to explode from her core. Her nipples distended painfully as his eyes roamed from her face down to her toes. The slow path they traveled made her flesh goose pimple. When he began an upward sweep with his visual caress her knees threatened to buckle.
“I have a present for you.” The sound of his voice brought her out of the erotic daydream. Breaking their gaze, Mike crossed the floor to a small table standing beside a wooden whipping post.
Turning on his heel, he closed the distance separating them and presented her a polished wooden paddle like the one she’d used on him a couple of days before. “I would be honored for you to use this on me, my Mistress.”
As if suddenly remembering she was the one in charge, Dani summoned her control and took the paddle from Mike’s outstretched hands.
“Very well, slave. Turn around and grip the handles of that whipping post.”
A glimmer of arousal flickered in Mike’s eyes. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Dani’s pulse raced.
“I won’t restrain you. But don’t even think of letting go of those grips,” she warned.
“As you wish, Mistress.”
Mike turned and reached for the handles on either side of the apparatus. His long, thick fingers wrapping around the rubber grips made Dani fantasize about his hands on her body. Without being told he spread his feet slightly wider than the distance of his broad shoulders.
Dani approached the naked man who’d taunted her dreams for weeks. Though she’d enjoyed their session together a couple of days earlier, she aimed to ensure their time tonight would be something neither of them would soon forget. In fact, if she played her cards right there would be plenty of nights like this.
“Before the other day had you ever been paddled?” she asked.
Each of them had a past. Nothing could change that, and Dani wasn’t jealous of the past women in Mike’s life. What mattered was the woman he may have after this night. The curiosity behind her question was simply to determine if he practiced the lifestyle full-time, or if he just dabbled.
Unable to resist any longer Dani reached out to stroke her hand across his shoulders. The muscles danced under her tentative touch. Though the bulges were firm, tight, his skin was soft.
“Yes,” he replied.
“And you enjoyed it?”
“Not nearly as much as when you are the one wielding the implement, Mistress.”
Good answer, she mused.
Down his back her hands caressed, lower until she reached the taut cheeks of his ass. She would have loved to bend over and sink her teeth into first one globe, then the other, but the man had asked for a paddling. She wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, so there would be plenty of time for indulging.
“There will be ten, slave. Count them off.”
And she began. First one pale cheek, and then the other. Over and over Dani swung the wooden paddle, connecting with Mike’s ass with a sound thwack. As instructed Mike counted, and with each smack his voice grew raspier, huskier. When they reached ten both of them were breathing harsh, and a sheen of perspiration glistened on their flesh.
Dani’s arousal was flying at breakneck speeds. Her hormones racing like an out of control locomotive. When Mike glanced over his shoulder at her, she was powerless to stop the shudder coursing through her that the glint in his eyes invoked.
“Thank you, my Mistress,” he said.
“T-to the cross,” she stammered.
Mike released his hold on the grips and stepped back from the post. Dani couldn’t tear her eyes away from his reddened ass cheeks as he crossed the room toward the cross. With his back against the center support Mike bent over and wrapped the Velcro straps around his ankles. When he again stood he studied Dani with such intensity she felt herself waver.
“There’s a step stool behind the door,” he said. He must have read the confusion on her face because he added, “You’ll need it to be tall enough to secure my wrists.”
“Right,” she said. After retrieving the stool and setting it beside him, she climbed up and fastened the straps around Mike’s wrists.
A soft groan rumbled in his chest when her breast brushed along his side as she leaned in to fasten the restraints. The subtleness of his cologne mixed with a teasing muskiness assailed her senses when she inhaled a deep breath. Dani glanced over her raised arm and stifled a gasp. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and his full lips were now wet after running his tongue over them. Mike leaned over as if he would kiss her.
A voice in the back of her mind reminded her to regain control. Before his kissable lips touched hers, Dani reluctantly backed away. We have all night.
Stepping off the stool, she returned it to its place behind the door, and set out seeking a new implement. As she sashayed across the room Dani was sure to add a little more sway to her hips. She knew she’d succeeded in her visual seduction when a low, strangled groan carried to her ears.
From the selection of toys and tools Dani decided on a flogger. Long supple strips of leather dangled from one end, and polished aluminum decorated the other as a handle. The leather was soft as she threaded her fingers through the many ribbons. This implement wouldn’t hurt as it danced across Mike’s skin. It would create a more erotic sensation, like dozens of gentle fingers tickling his damp flesh.
After a couple of test swats against her hand, Dani turned her attention back to the restrained, naked man in the middle of the room. His nude body was a work of art, there was no question. The hunger in his eyes sent her heart thumping erratically inside her chest. At no time since disrobing had his erection weakened. His ability to sustain one for so long made her wet. Mike was who she was missing in her life. Who she needed to complete her.
Would Mike want that as well? Or was this simply a game to him?
Perhaps following their playtime they could sit down and talk about the possibility of a future together. Right now, she had
a flogging to mete out.
“Have you ever been flogged?”
“No, Mistress.”
“I’ve chosen this one specifically because of the suppleness of the leather,” she explained.
“I trust you, my Mistress,” Mike said in a tone that sent a chill rushing through her.
She shivered.
Before she began Dani stroked a hand over the hills and valleys of Mike chest and abdomen. The muscles rippled under her exploration. Her body ached to be caressed by Mike’s large, strong hands. She wanted to feel his hands exploring her curves, his fingers coaxing out her deepest secrets. What would his lips feel like pressed against her flesh, or suckling her nipples?
Dani took a single step back, lifting the flogger, and with a flick of her wrist landed her first strike. Mike’s skin danced, but his body remained still. She glanced up to look into his eyes, and he hitched his chin in silent challenge. In an effort to bring her arousal under control, she inhaled a deep breath. Again the leather straps sailed through the air to connect with Mike’s frame.
Over and over she wielded the flogger, striking Mike’s arms, legs, and washboard tummy. She continued to alter the force with which she swung the implement. A softer flick created a different sensation than a firmer one.
The entire time Mike’s eyes held hers. Fire raged in his gaze. His breath was expelled in harsh pants as she persisted. She lost track of the passage of time. Stepping back to catch her breath, she dropped her eyes. When they settled on Mike’s groin, her arousal took over.
Delicious droplets of pre-cum leaked from the slit at the end of his engorged cock. The flogger in her left hand fell to the floor with a thud, and she dropped to her knees before him. Unable to resist any longer, Dani leaned forward and licked the milky colored substance from the head of his shaft. The muskiness of his arousal whirled under her nose, further stimulating her already raging libido.
A soft moan was murmured from above. She cupped the taut sac dangling beneath the cock her mouth teased. Around the crown her tongue swirled in languid strokes until Mike’s hips began to move with eagerness. There was no turning back. When she closed her lips over the broad crest his big body wavered. Her lips caressed the length of his shaft, her tongue gliding along the pulsing vein underside. The taste of him on her tongue was enough to send her body into orbit.
The combination of power and masculinity, mixed with a hint of vulnerability, set her body ablaze. Carnality swam in her veins, making her mind fuzzy.
Against her mouth Mike’s hips thrust with growing urgency. Upon her tongue she tasted the tell-tale sign he was close. His flavor was like nothing she’d ever before sampled, and Dani knew this one night would never be enough.
She drew his cock deeper into her mouth. Faster she stroked him with her lips and tongue, every so often dragging her teeth along his iron-hard flesh. Higher her own arousal climbed until she teetered on the precipice of orgasm. With reluctance she released Mike’s shaft to sit back on her heels. Using her hands, she balanced herself against his thighs.
“Jesus, don’t stop.” She barely heard Mike’s strangled whisper through her ragged breaths. Try as she might, she was losing the ability to bring her fevered body back under control.
For speaking without permission he should be punished, but Dani didn’t believe her legs would hold her up long enough to mete one out. If she hadn’t stopped when she did, she for certain would have come right then and there. That wasn’t what she wanted for her first time with Mike. She wanted him inside her. Thrusting, stroking, claiming her, if just for this one night.
Silent seconds between them stretched into minutes. Once she was sure her legs could sustain her weight, Dani stood. The scent of her excitement wafted up between them. If she could smell it, she was certain Mike could as well.
She met Mike’s hungry gaze and arousal soared once again. With fiery need he held her attention. Desire, animalistic lust, burned in his dark eyes. The flare of his nostrils as he inhaled deeply threatened to do her in.
“What will you do now, my Mistress?” he asked. A glint of challenge flickered in his eyes, as if he sensed her desperation to jump him despite being restrained to the cross.
Afraid her voice would fail her, without a word Dani backed away while holding his heated gaze. Reaching up she held the clasp of her front closure of her bra and gave a twist, releasing her breasts from their lacy restraint. Mike’s eyes widened with heightened interest. Turning her back, she bent at the waist and slid her panties over the curves of her buttocks and down her legs, giving him an unobstructed view of her wet slit. His tortured groan brought a smile to her lips. With a flirty grin over her shoulder, Dani walked to the table beside the bench and studied the variety of toys laid across the surface.
Picking up a life-like pink dildo, she turned back to face Mike, showing him her find. His cock was hard, the crown an angry red and leaking. The muscles in his upper body tensed as he tugged on the restraints holding his wrists.
“Now you will watch me pleasure myself, slave,” she said.
Dani walked over and sat on the edge of the spanking bench a few feet away. His eyes bore into her, watching every move. Bringing the dildo up to her mouth she flicked her tongue out and over the tip of the firm rubber toy. Mike groaned from his spot on the cross, and began rocking his hips. Continuing her oral assault on the dildo, Dani shut her eyes and moaned aloud, closing her lips around the replica cock. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked the toy deep before pulling it from her mouth and once again laving it with her wet tongue. Spreading her legs, she brought her right hand up to cup her breast. Tugging at her tight nipple earned her a strangled grunt and a hip thrust from the man staring at her.
* * * *
Slowly, Dani dragged the eight-inch dildo down her neck, between her breasts, along her belly, to stop just above her shaven pussy. She used her right hand to spread her plump folds open wide, to reveal the swollen nub hidden within. With his eyes glued on her wet, exposed cunt, Dani slid the toy lower to tease the seeping opening. Pushing the dildo inside, she tossed her head back, thrusting her tits toward Mike in offering. Once six inches of the toy vanished she sighed, then withdrew it. While her left hand continued to work the toy in and out of her pussy, the fingers of her right began to rub and pluck at her clit.
“Mmm,” she whimpered.
Mike eyes were focused on the woman before him, fucking herself with a fake cock when she was more than welcome to the one he was sporting, not more than four feet away. Christ, the aroma of her arousal had been driving him insane. He knew she’d been close to coming several times as her musky scent filled the room. Little did she know, he was about to make her suffer as she’d made him since arriving in his suite. Hell, for the past month.
The dildo glistened with her juice as she pulled it from her pussy. Reading the expression on her beautiful face, her eyes squeezed closed, biting her lower lip, Mike knew she was climbing for orgasm. She would not reach it without his help.
Or his permission.
A forceful tug snapped the Velcro around his wrists. The rendering of the straps caused Dani’s eyes to shoot open and her hands to cease their ministrations. The gaping look of surprise she stared back at him with made him chuckle. When she saw he was free, she leapt to her feet and dropped the dildo to the floor with a thud. He took a step toward her, and she sidestepped around the bench, putting a few feet between them.
“Don’t you move a muscle, my Mistress,” he said.
“Your ankles. Your wrists,” she gasped, wide eyed.
“You should have checked to be sure your slave obeyed your direction, Mistress.”
“But…”
Mike continued to stalk toward her.
“No buts, my pretty little slave. Your presence in this club has taunted me for over a month. Actually, thirty-five days to be exact,” he declared. “You invade my dreams, my thoughts, and I can’t think straight when a vision of your curvaceous body flashes in my mind. This, for th
e record, is all the fucking time.”
A feminine gasp slipped past her parted lips.
“To add to my pleasurable agony, I’ve been enjoying the smell of your pussy for close to an hour. Now, I’m going to taste you.”
Her eyes grew as big as saucers, flickering with her escalating arousal. The rise and fall of her breasts as she labored for breath stimulated him even more. The stunned look on her face seconds before had now transformed to one of pure excitement.
“I’m the Mistress,” she muttered with wavering confidence.
The sudden change in her body language confirmed he’d knocked her off balance. Control had been granted to Dani long enough. Mike now intended to take what was his. He would stake his claim.
“The hell you are,” he growled.
Like a predator after his prey, Mike stalked forward. Dani countered him step for step as he backed her toward the wall. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Desire and need reflected back at him in her eyes. His large hands gripped her waist, and effortlessly Mike lifted her frame. Pressing her back against the wall, leveling her pussy with his face, the Dominant in him emerged.
“Legs over my shoulders,” he ordered.
Her uttered gasp of protest made him smile. “Mike, please.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Danielle,” his tone cautioned.
With her hands clutching his biceps, Dani lifted her legs over his shoulders. Her body trembled once she settled.
“Good girl,” he praised, and moved his face close to inhale her scent.
Dani’s muskiness washed over Mike. He was in heaven. The aroma of her arousal, a life-giving aphrodisiac he would never again be able to live without.
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve consumed me. Besides sinking myself inside you, I want to know everything about you. Like your birthday—”
“April sixth.”
“Favorite color?”
“Yellow.”
“Turn on?”
“What?”
“We have an afternoon alone together. What do we do?”
“After a romantic picnic by the lake,” she first panted, and then growled, “we do the wild thing in the backseat of your car!”
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