MistressMine

by Samantha Cayto

  If the sight of Tom had heated her body, Trey’s presence sent her senses into overdrive. She inhaled sharply as if kicked in the gut. He wasn’t dressed as provocatively as Tom, yet he was ten times as sexy. His worn jeans outlined cock and balls. His button down shirt opened up just enough to show a hint of his chest and the sleeves were rolled up his strong forearms. His gaze homed in on her immediately and the look of sheer delight on his face nearly brought her to her knees. And then he spotted Tom and his expression turned hard. His obvious displeasure at seeing her with another man thrilled her more than she wanted to admit.

  When he reached them, Trey dropped his gaze and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “Mistress Juliette, may I speak with you please?”

  Tom shot him a thunderous look. “The Mistress is otherwise engaged,” he spat out.

  Her old sub’s reaction jolted her. “I decide whom I talk to,” she said sternly.

  Tom immediately struck a submissive pose. “Forgive me, Mistress.”

  “I am not your Mistress,” she retorted and before Trey could say anything, she turned on him, too. “I’m not yours, either.”

  She could tell Trey wanted to dispute the statement, but he wisely kept silent. Tom, on the other hand, was not so smart. “Come on, Juliette, give me another chance. We were good together.”

  “No, we were not.” Her temper was rising and it felt good because it replaced the hurt. She stepped closer to Tom and said, “You were a manipulative little shit and I will never play with you again. Now get out of here. I’ve already told the manager about you, so your reputation precedes you. You won’t find another playmate at this club.”

  Tom opened his mouth, still not ready to capitulate. Before he could get a word out, though, Trey leaned into him. “You heard the lady, beat it or I’ll kick your disrespectful ass out.” Trey topped his threat with a lethal looking grin. It caused Tom to lean away from his adversary.

  Juliette was torn. That purely girly part of her was once more thrilled at Trey’s alpha male response, but the Domme in her knew that she couldn’t let him get away with being in charge. “Trey!” She made her voice sharp, commanding. His startled face turned to her. “Do you see my bag over there on the floor by the bar?” When he nodded, she continued. “Go stand next to it and wait for me.”

  His gaze flicked from the bag to her and to Tom, the war inside him obvious. It raged for only a few seconds before he nodded again. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Juliette watched him leave, a deep sense of satisfaction and hope welling up inside her. She knew it had taken a lot for a strong man like Trey to leave in circumstances like these. But he did it and his compliance spoke volumes. She turned her eyes to Tom. “Get out and don’t try to contact me again. It is over. Do you understand?” The bouncer, Hayden, watched by the door, waiting for her signal to intervene. It turned out not to be necessary.

  Tom sighed. “Okay, I get it. I’m sorry.”

  “So am I.” She watched him walk out the door. When he was gone from her sight, she turned it on Trey. Desire burst through her as she saw him standing, waiting, waiting for her.

  Chapter Eight

  Trey clasped his wrist with a bone-crushing grip, his gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. The urge to look up, to see what was happening between Juliette and the Eminem wanna-be warred with his discipline. It was make or break time, and he had to show his Mistress once and for all that he could follow orders. God, it killed him. Nothing pissed him off more than another guy preying on a woman. He had wanted to protect her by kicking, literally, her old sub to the curb. Walking away instead had been important. He had to show her he trusted her to make the right decisions, for her and for him. It was hard, though. The top of his head threatened to blow off from the effort to remain in place. Finally he was rewarded by the sound and sight of her high heels coming into view.

  He sensed more than saw her body lean into his. “Pick up my bag and follow me.” Her voice was soft yet no less commanding for it.

  He let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding, bent to pick up the bag and kept his Mistress in his sight. He still thought of her as that even though there was some chance he would not be forgiven, a chance he might let her down.

  Fuck that! This time, he would submit no matter what.

  She stopped briefly to speak with the manager before leading him down the hallway past the point they had ventured before. They entered a room filled with all kinds of restraining apparatus. He had mere seconds to take it all in before his Mistress called him over to one corner. She stood beside a padded bench that could have been in any gym, except this one had restraints where weights would have been.

  “Put the bag down here,” she said pointing to the floor beside her. When he had done as she commanded, she told him to strip.

  As he moved quickly to comply, he saw she did the same. Off came her silk bustier and short skirt. Underneath she wore a lacy garter belt that held up her black fishnet stockings. Those things plus her heels she kept on. He watched in confusion as she straddled the bench and lay down on her back. She held up her arms. “Secure me.”

  “What?” Trey shook his head. “I mean, I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t understand.”

  “Really? I’m quite sure my words were plain enough.” Her voice was cool and dismissive. As erect as he had been since first seeing her, he became even harder. “Put the straps around my wrists.” So saying, she stretched her arms up toward either side of her head. “Are my orders clear?”

  Trey swallowed hard. “Yes, ma’am.” His voice was rough to his own ears. Holy shit, what was she doing? “May I ask a question?”

  Juliette sighed heavily. “You want to know why I am taking the submissive role. You’re mistaken. I’m not a switch and I’m yielding up nothing to you. This is to show each of us how much we trust the other. We need this if we are to get past what happened. You will bind me and you will play with my body. I will tell you how to play with it, and you will do exactly what I tell you. Then you will do what I tell you to do with your own body. You will do all this even though you have the freedom not to and I am physically powerless. You will do it because you want to obey me and you trust me enough to do what I say. I’m right about that, am I not?”

  His chest rose and fell in harsh breaths as his arousal increased. What she ordered him to do both frightened and intrigued him. He wasn’t worried about hurting her because he knew he had the self-control to be trusted with her body. Yet, he also knew she might very well order him to hurt her simply to show her level of trust in him. Could he really do it? Could he obey an order to harm his Mistress? The answer was obvious. If he didn’t then there would be nothing left for them. She wouldn’t be his Mistress if he didn’t obey her completely, totally. He had to let go. No more thinking, no more worrying. With a deep breath, he released the last of his reservations and did as commanded.

  He took each of Juliette’s delicate wrists in hand and restrained them. When she told him to pull the straps tighter, he did, wincing only slightly as he pulled her arm muscles taut. When he was done, he stood up beside her and waited for the next order. He tried not to look at her beautiful breasts on display, rosy nipples pointed up at him. Nor did he gaze at the thatch of hair nestled between the straps of her garter belt. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but he swore he could smell her sweet arousal. He kept his sight fixed on the wall beyond her head and clasped his hands in a tight fist.

  His Mistress cooed. “Good boy. Now go into my bag and find the wooden box. Inside it are several metal rings. Take them out and slide them one at a time down your awesome cock. They’ll keep you nice and hard for me.”

  Trey did as he was told, happy to have something to do that didn’t involve hurting his Mistress. There were five rings in the box, and going down on one knee, he slid them past his cock head and onto his shaft. It was excruciating, the cool metal against his heated flesh only served to heighten his desire to come. But the rings also did their job, chokin
g the path his semen would have to take. When he was done encasing himself in the restraints, his breath labored and sweat beaded his skin.

  “Excellent.” The simple praise made him grin. The next command erased it. “There’s a butt plug and a tube of lube. Get them out.”

  Trey found the items and held one in each hand. The cone-shaped plug with the narrow neck caused him to swallow hard. Whether the item was for her or him, he didn’t like it. Still, he would place it wherever he was told and knew enough already to apply a liberal amount of the lubricant on it.

  “Good,” his Mistress said when he was finished. “It’s for you. You understand it’s not a dildo. Its purpose is merely to enhance your pleasure. It will stimulate your prostate and when I let you come inside me, it will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”

  Her words alone sped up his heart and made him moan. His cock pulsed in its confinement and his asshole tightened. He looked at the plug, shiny with lube, and wondered how he would take it inside. But he knew already. He had done this before to someone else and could do it to himself. Reaching around his body, he pulled at one ass cheek. He relaxed his sphincter and pushed out as he slid the cone in. There was a bite of pain before it settled in, filling him, stimulating his already aroused body. He sighed heavily and looked at his Mistress. She smiled back at him.

  “Not so bad, is it?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Good. Now come and enjoy my body. Play with me.” With a deep breath, she turned her head to face the ceiling and closed her eyes. “Start with my breasts. Touch them, lick them, bite them.” She said the last word with a growl.

  His whole body jerked with the urge to grab her and feast. Instead, he took his time, worshipping her as she deserved. Kneeling fully beside the bench, he leaned over to cup her breasts in both hands. They were soft and lovely, yielding to his gentle pressure. When he rubbed his thumbs over the hard nipples, his Mistress moaned and arched into his hold. Encouraged, he replaced one thumb with his lips, tugging the nub into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. He repeated the motion with the other breast before sucking and tugging and grating the engorged flesh.

  Juliette bucked and writhed. “Yes, like that. Show me how much you want me, how much you missed me.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured against her hot skin. Releasing her, he stared at the wet pucker of her areola. “I did miss you. I want you so badly. I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “Of course you will,” was her breathless reply. “Time for you to straddle the bench. Face me and move that clever tongue of yours down south.”

  Trey didn’t need to be told twice. He hated to abandon her breasts, but the chance to taste her pussy again was not to be ignored. He stood on stiffened legs, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure inside his ass. Clever woman, his Mistress, giving him the gift of the plug. He could understand now why straight guys craved being pegged. His equally stiff cock bobbed in front of him, eager to play, yet still side-lined. Easing himself across the bench, he stared at his destination.

  “Not yet,” Juliette admonished. “I mean for you to tease me up to it.” He wanted to groan in frustration. “Place your hands on my thighs and inch them upward. I want gentle pressure, a light touch.”

  Trey obeyed, placing his hands on her thighs just above the stockings. Here, too, her skin was creamy soft and warm. His thumbs made lazy circles on her flesh as he crept upward. He never took his eyes off his goal. The folds of her labia winked at him, wet as they were with her juices. When he inhaled deeply, he could smell her. She was ripe for the taking, her hips undulating as his fingers moved higher and higher. When his thumbs met in the middle, he flicked them up between her lips and caressed her clit with alternating strokes.

  Juliette cried out and bucked her hips. “Don’t let me move! Hold me down and use your tongue. Now, Trey, make me come.”

  His hands clamped down on her hips, pressing her firmly back against the bench while his head dipped down to her mons. His tongue darted between her folds and tasted the sweet salt of her arousal. Her clit was waiting for him, swollen with her need. When he touched it, she cried out again and strained against his hold. As commanded, he held her down tightly, keeping her body still as he used tongue and lips to rip the orgasm from her. She screamed and thrashed against all the restraints holding her back. Her body shook with the orgasm, all the more intense because there was nowhere to release it other than inside. He knew the feeling, knew how wonderful it was. He lapped and sucked, determined to give her every last drop of pleasure, before she commanded him to stop.

  Breath heavy, his body flushed with his own arousal, Trey reluctantly pulled back and stared down at his Mistress. Her chest heaved and her body glistened with sweat. God, she was beautiful. He wanted her more than ever, but the damn rings and her own words, or lack of them, kept him in check. So he sat and waited, praying for patience.

  “Take off the rings and replace them with a condom.” The order came quickly, between pants. Juliette’s eyes remained closed.

  Trey hesitated, afraid he heard only what he wanted to, then mentally kicked himself into gear. Without leaving the bench, he reached down to grab the bag and the box inside it for the rings. It was agony once more to move the metal over his tortured flesh. The promise of release made him rush, and he bit back a cry when he snagged the sensitive lip of his cock head with the edge of one of the rings.

  “Careful.” His Mistress had opened her eyes to mere slits and watched him. “I want the erection inside me, and you are not to come before I tell you.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he bit out as the last of the rings came off. It took no time to cover himself with the condom. He faced her, eyes down, waiting for permission.

  “Scoot closer to me. Put my legs over your thighs and place the tip of you cock outside my pussy. Don’t put it in yet.”

  He did as commanded and nestled his body against hers. His body vibrated from the effort it took not to slam his cock home. But he didn’t have permission, so he waited, and waited, and waited. His palms rested on her thighs. His fingers squeezed her before he could stop them. Instead of admonishment, his Mistress chuckled.

  “Okay. Slide it in, slowly.” His cock entered her hot, tight pussy. He half moaned, half sighed at the feeling. “Stop.” Gritting his teeth, he did. His cock pulsed, his balls were pulled tight against his body, aching for release. He worked hard to steady his breathing, holding onto control with a tenuous grip, but he was doing it.

  “Now, my dear sub. Slam it home!” He did, even before the words were completely out of her mouth. He pushed his cock to the hilt, lifting her legs higher as he did so. “Yes, that’s it,” she encouraged him. “Lift me up, push harder, push faster.”

  Complying was easy, fantastically easy, and oh so exciting. Lifting her legs up and pushing them back toward her chest, Trey dove deeper into Juliette’s willing body. Clasping her thighs closer to him, he levered himself up with straining quads and calves to thrust as she had commanded. Harder and faster, he drove them both higher and closer to climax. His sphincter clamped down on the plug that filled him and urged him to greater heights of pleasure. His body hummed and vibrated with the need to come. He grunted against the strain of holding it back. Eyes closed, jaw clenched, he worked his Mistress’s body, felt her release, heard her scream.

  Juliette’s cunt gripped his cock, taunting him to join her, yet no command came. She thrashed against his hold and with a keening cry, came again. God, he howled his frustration, felt his control slip, and just as he meant to beg for release, permission came. So did he. Blood roared in his ears, the room spun around his tightly shut eyes. Intense pleasure burst inward from his ass and out of his cock, right into his Mistress’s sweet, grasping pussy. He held onto her body and pumped himself dry. When he was done, he quickly rid himself of the condom and slumped over her body, head pillowed between her breasts. Her heart beat quickly against her chest. He heard it, felt it and reveled in causing it. Her labored brea
th matched his own. He could have easily stayed where he was all night, but there was one thing he craved still.

  Lifting his head, he asked his Mistress a favor. “Please let me release you so I can feel your arms wrapped around me.”

  Her eyes were closed and remained so, but she nodded. He wasted no time in freeing her from the restraints, careful to massage her arms as she had done for him. His reward was having those arms embrace him, allowing him once more to place his head between her breasts.

  Juliette could have stayed in that position forever, the heavy weight of Trey’s satiated body pressing her to the bench. But her back was starting to protest, so she patted his ass. “Time to get up.” He lifted his head and gave her a sloppy grin, one that told her everything she needed to know. Her sub had enjoyed his little sojourn as a Dom, and more importantly had enjoyed having his ass plugged.

  He sat up, pulling her gently into his arms and kissed her, his lips and tongue giving testament to his gratitude. When he finally let her go, he said, “I hope that wasn’t too insolent, Mistress. I couldn’t resist the urge.”

  She traced his lips with her finger tip. “I’m willing to let it slide given how well you obeyed me this evening, both in here and out there.”

  Trey frowned. “It was hard, I have to admit. I didn’t like leaving you with that little shit and I didn’t like restraining you.”

  She ran her fingers through his tussled hair, unable to keep her hands off her sub. Had she really let him go? What an idiot she’d been. “I know it was hard, but you did it because I demanded it of you.” She took a deep breath and let it out harshly. “And it was something I knew you could handle. That’s part of my job as a Domme, knowing what you can handle, and knowing what you can’t.” She pressed a simple kiss against his mouth before hugging him close. “I’m sorry about the other night. I let you down. I knew you weren’t ready to be pegged. I should never have pushed you so hard and fast.”