by Tara Brown
He growls, making me giggle nervously. He’s not like other boys, he’s only going to take so much of this, and then I’m going to get the riding crop across the ass.
God, I wish.
I reach around, grabbing his cock and sliding my little friend down it. He shudders and moans as I strike him across the ass and jerk him off with it.
My secret weapon is called an egg. It’s made entirely for pleasuring men and it’s surprisingly good at its job.
He moans, almost making the bleating noise. I strike him across the ass cheeks in intervals with the stroking. His body is tense and rigid. He’s bucking and trying to fuck my hand, but that earns him another strike. He groans into the bed, but before he realizes this is actually hurting too much, I stroke his cock with the lubed-up egg.
“Fuck me, Lana. What is that?”
I jerk him off fast, I feel him getting close and stop, striking his ass with my bare hand. “Mistress Lana!” He jerks forward, moaning again.
I pull the egg off his cock and push him onto the bed. “Lie on your back.”
His ass is red and sore. He doesn’t hurry so I bite gently on his side, making him flip over and lie on the chafed and pained ass cheeks. I step up onto the bed, standing above him in my boots on the bed. He’s looking straight up at my pussy. I’m wearing crotchless underwear, and he hasn’t had a chance to notice until now.
I lower myself to his face, letting him pleasure me. I’m rough with him, using him for my own indulgence. But at the same time, ensuring he doesn’t stand a chance at it as I reach back and slide the egg over his rock-hard cock.
He moans into my clit, trying his best to keep sucking.
“You have two minutes to make me come or you won’t at all.” I smile, moaning at his pathetic attempt at pleasuring me.
He’s working harder than I expected but my knees are on his arms, pinning them to him. It’s harder to make me come without his fingers, even when I’m not jerking him to the point of orgasm and then stopping.
Every time his body tenses, I stop, giving him a couple seconds and then start again.
His focus just isn’t there. But I hoped it wouldn’t be.
The two minutes pass and I get up, sliding down his body to where I’m sitting on his erection and grinning mercilessly at the desperate look on his face. I’m soaked from being turned on and tongue fucked so when I prop up his cock and position it, he nestles between my wet lips with ease. I rotate my hips, slowly sliding up and down him.
He groans in pleasure so I grab the nipple clamps stuck to the back of my garter belt. Running my hands up and down his chest, I distract him before I clamp them on at the exact same time. He sucks his breath, like he’s uncomfortable.
I ignore him, putting my hands on his ribs and riding him until I am at my peak. My breaths are lost and ragged as I build my orgasm.
He continues to try to come but the pain is stopping him. Every time I feel him get close, I squeeze one of the clamps down and his orgasm is gone whereas mine is enhanced. I come all over him, clenching down on his cock and gyrating like I’m getting paid to do it—no pun intended.
I’m satisfied and sort of thirsty as I finish but his eyes are wild as he tries to keep moving us both. I unclamp one of the nipples, slide off of his cock and unclamp the other.
I get up off the bed, but he’s stunned and confused. “Come back.”
“Nope.” I flick him across the stomach with the crop. “You have to say Mistress Lana and you didn’t make me come when I told you to.”
He blinks, taking a second to get it all in his thick head. “Please, Mistress Lana?”
“No.” I fold my arms across myself and cock my head.
“Please, Mistress Lana.” He gets down on the floor and tries to lick me, on his hands and knees.
I flick my leg. “No. Go.”
His eyes narrow, and where Andy always obeyed, I can see he won’t.
He pauses, contemplating it all for seconds before I’m lifted into the air and flopped, face down on the mattress with my legs spread.
I’m instantly intrigued and giggling.
He undoes my bustier and drags it out from under me roughly. He licks up my back, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks. “You want to play games, Lana, let’s play games. I fucking took every whip of that goddamned crop. You owe me and I’m collecting.”
He shoves his cock into my pussy, making me breathe heavily into the bed. He fucks hard for a minute or two before he pulls out and steps back, bringing his hand down on my ass cheeks. “How do you like it? Huh? I don’t even need that riding crop.”
I yip into the sheets but he doesn’t stop until he wants to. Then he positions himself between my thighs again and drives his cock into me, thrusting hard and fast with his hands digging into my hips, lifting them back to meet his pelvis pounding of my ass.
He runs his hands up and down my back, massaging almost, as he fucks just as he likes, until he comes, completely using me like I had done to him.
When he’s done, he collapses on top of me, staying inside. “Guess you’ll have to try harder to dominate me next time.”
I turn to face him, grinning from ear to ear. “Why? You played right into my hands.”
“Oh.” He’s confused for a second before grinning. “I got whip marks I don’t think are gonna heal. You know you’re a terrible dom?”
I make duck lips. “Yeah.”
“Did I mention this week that I fucking love you?”
I shake my head feigning like I’m trying to remember the past week, but it’s a blur. “No, I don’t think so. You sure you don’t mean you love fucking me?”
“Well, I do love both, but I love you enough to make vanilla love to you.” He smiles and plants a kiss on my nose.
I act excited. “Ohhhh. Later?”
“I think I’ll sneak attack you like you just did to me.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He chuckles and sighs, breathing me in. “Remind me again how we got this lucky?”
“We deserved it.” I kiss his nose and breathe him in too. “And we match.” He nods and we lay there, wrapped in each other and content.
The world has become a huge place to us in the last six months; we have both discovered it is a place filled with a whole lot of everything—good, bad and confusing. But we have also discovered that being in love means that you don’t have to worry about how big the world is or how scary times can be. You only have to worry about your small corner because you finally have someone in it that is on your side.
Love means never being alone and it is worth the risk. It is worth everything.
The End
