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by Dani Dundee

  I slip my hands into her top, my fingertips grazing her rib cage. Her breasts seem to expand with her heavy breathing. I stare down at them, noticing how thick her nipples have gotten. They look too delicious for me not to lean down and ring my tongue around one before drawing it into my mouth and pressing my teeth into the soft, supple flesh.

  Mistress Grace hisses, but it quickly degrades into a moan as I begin sucking gently, my mouth making crude noises as my tongue dances over the taut bud while my fingers skillfully manipulate her other nipple. Being with her like this is heavenly, knowing that I’m in control for once. I’ve wanted to do these things to her for the longest time, wanted to have her like this.

  I reach for the button on the front of her pants and flick it open. Then I go for her zipper, pulling it down while my mouth draws away from her breast to kiss a path over the underswell of her breast before reaching her stomach on my descent to my knees. A body like hers deserves to be worshiped, and I plan on taking my time.

  When I’m on my knees in front of her, I hook my fingers into her belt loops and pull her pants down slowly, revealing a matching PVC thong beneath. She always matches. She’s good like that.

  “What?” she asks when she catches me smirking.

  “You never disappoint.”

  I expect her to ask me what I mean, but she doesn’t. My lips zero in on her navel, my tongue swirling inside of it. She sucks in as if she thinks she’s fat, and it just makes my smirk broaden.

  The moment of amusement quickly passes as I kiss her stomach, making sure I don’t leave an inch of skin untouched. Her pants are still a hindrance, so I take a few moments to remove her boots before pulling her pants off the rest of the way. She allows it, standing there obediently and lifting her legs whenever I prompt her to.

  Looking up at her from this position, she’s like a BDSM angel. Long black hair, large blue eyes ringed with dark eyeliner, pale skin, big tits, tiny waist. My cock twitches at the thought of getting to fuck her. We’ve had sex before, but this time is different. So different.

  I wrap my hands around her ass, squeezing it roughly as I take the top of her thong between my teeth and start to pull it down. It’s nowhere near as sexy as it should be, so I use my hands to help drag it over her mound, then let go with my teeth to finish the job the old-fashioned way.

  She’s shaved and gorgeous and looking down at me expectantly. The dominance has returned to her gaze, but I don’t mind it so much this time. We both want the same thing. Even though it would piss me off if she tried to order me around right now, I doubt I would give much resistance. I want to taste her pussy so badly.

  She spreads her legs, tempting me. Two can play at the teasing game though. I stand, pressing my body against her, my hands cupping her mound before I slide a finger between her folds, barely touching her clit. She makes a soft hissing sound in approval and bucks her hips towards me.

  “Aren’t you wanton,” I whisper into her ear.

  “Look who’s talking.” She looks down between us at where my cock is leaking pre-seed on her naked thigh.

  “Touché.” I slip another finger between her folds, pinching her clit. She’s so swollen with want.

  “Are you having fun?” Her tone is almost mocking. I can tell she’s getting sexually frustrated, and it pleases me greatly.

  “So much fun.” I slide my fingers back and forth, reveling in the moisture of her soft parts. Her body shivers against me, and I can feel her pulse throb through her engorged clit.

  “You’re not going to make me come. You’ve been so bad that I refuse to orgasm for you.”

  “Am I supposed to care?” I trace her ear with my tongue while my free hand finds her breast, pinching and teasing her nipple. She’s bluffing. I’ve slept with enough women to be able to tell.

  “You’re a jerk. Just wait until you untie me.”

  “Maybe I never will.” I kiss her neck, pressing the pad of my index finger against her clit to rub in tight hard circles.

  Her breathing picks up. She wiggles a bit, trying to pull away from the stimulation between her legs. She doesn’t want to come for me, but there’s nowhere for her to run.

  “You don’t have to give me the pleasures of your body,” I tell her. “Because I’m going to take them.”

  She pants as I methodically rub over the tiny sensitive bundle of nerves, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I feel her core throbbing against my hand in release.

  “You’re a bastard,” she seethes.

  “I’m a bastard who’s going to fuck you. But not yet.” I pull my hand from between her legs and lick her wetness from my fingers. “Not until I’ve completely wrecked you.”

  I kiss a path down her body until I’m on my knees again. I glance up at her, and she glares at me, though she doesn’t have any words to back up her fake disdain. I wrap my hands around her knees, spreading her legs apart before I lick up her inner thigh, my eyes locked on hers all the while. Her angry expression falters as a wave of pleasure washes through her. No matter what she says, I know she’s enjoying this. The body doesn’t lie.

  The flat of my tongue travels all the way up to the V between her legs, diverting to lick up her hip. I can feel her muscles tense beneath my fingertips, and she groans in obvious disapproval. When I reach her hip bone, I sink my teeth into it, causing her to yelp as I mark her.

  “Lucian,” she barks at me.

  “Yes, Mistress.” I swirl my tongue over the indentations I left behind.

  She surprises me by throwing her leg over my shoulder and pulling me forward. I have to put my hand on the Saint Andrew’s cross to avoid crashing face first into her pussy. When I glower up at her, she grins wickedly.

  “Are you going to eat it or just keep playing around?”

  I lick two fingers and slip them between her legs, gently probing for her opening before I jam them both full force inside of her. The sudden change in her expression has my dick throbbing as the arrogance is wiped clean from her face and replaced with pain. I don’t give her time to recover. I pump my fingers mercilessly up into her, feeling her insides practically searing me as the friction quickly builds. Her leg tenses around my shoulder, and I lean forward, pressing my lips against her clit and sucking hard.

  “Ah!” A high-pitched whimper leaves her throat. Music to my ears.

  After the initial punishing pressure on her clit, I let up, focusing on drawing her pleasure out at lightning speed. My tongue slicks around her cleft before flicking teasingly across the tiny nub. I scissor my fingers inside of her, challenging her inner walls while I press the flat of my tongue against her clit and begin massaging it.

  “Fuck, Lucian.” She calls my name, and I can feel her leg trembling over my shoulder.

  “Come all over my face.” It’s a command, not a request. I’ll force her to come again, even if she doesn’t want to. I have a feeling she wants to though.

  “Oh, Lucian, mmm.”

  I use my free hand to start stroking my dick. The sweet whimpering sounds she’s making are driving me absolutely mad. If I wasn’t so obsessed with the idea of forcing her to climax again, I’d be jammed balls deep inside of her already. At this rate, when we do start fucking, I probably won’t last long. I need to nut so damn bad.

  I nuzzle between her folds, sucking again as I pound my fingers up into her. She tastes heavenly, and the smell of sex coming from her is working like a pheromone to make me want her more. My entire soul is focused on pleasing her, on taking her to that special place where nothing matters but base desire.

  She finds it. Cries out so loud that the neighbors can probably hear. Her clit pulses in my mouth, and I have to immediately remove my hand from my shaft to keep from coming too. It’s so fucking hot.

  “Fuck,” I whisper as I disengage from her completely, resting back on my heels while her body writhes from the aftershocks of her orgasm. My cock is leaking all over the place now, demanding release of its own.

  I wait until the danger of
coming has receded before I approach her again. Her eyes are locked on my face, and she looks absolutely predatory.

  “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to make you regret it,” she threatens.

  Hearing her practically beg for sex drives my arousal to a new place. She’s such a strong woman with so much resolve. The thought that I’ve broken her down to this primal level is the most satisfying thing I’ve experienced in a long time.

  Our mouths meet in a heated flurry of kissing and biting and tugging. My hands desperately reach for her wrists to unfasten them. The second that one hand is freed, she slips her fingers into my hair, holding me against her, claiming my mouth and keeping my lips prisoner.

  When her hands are both free, she practically pounces me. Our bodies are pressed so tightly together that there’s barely enough space for her to slide her hand between us and grab my cock, giving it a few rough strokes.

  “Stop,” I breathe. She knows the warning well enough and lets me go, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  I’m caught by surprise when she jumps onto me, hooking her legs over my hips. I slip my hands beneath her, grabbing her ass and pulling her up so that my dick can rest between her legs.

  With one arm around my neck, she uses her free hand to guide me to her entryway. The heat and wetness there makes my dick throb. She’s so ready for me, her pussy begging to be filled.

  I drop her slowly, feeling the amazing tightness of her cunt as her soft folds welcome my dick and her tunnel begins to squeeze around me. It’s like a drug, this feeling. It wipes my mind clean, melts all my worries away. Buried inside of her, I know that nothing else in the world matters except for this—at least for a little while.

  “Holy shit,” I groan as she slides all the way down to my base. She fits me like a glove, covering me perfectly.

  “I fucking hate this,” she tells me before sinking her teeth into my neck just above my collar.

  I wince, my grip tightening on her. I’m not sure what she means. If she’s talking about the sex, I would never be able to tell. She practically jumped on my dick.

  I ignore her words and arch my hips to begin thrusting. The feeling of her slick pussy bouncing on my dick is heavenly, but I know that I can’t maintain the position forever. My arms are still sore from being tied up earlier.

  “What are you doing?” she asks when I start carrying her out of the room.

  “We’re going to your bedroom.”

  “What’s wrong? Am I getting too heavy for you?” She pouts. “Don’t tell me those big muscles are just for show.”

  “Shut up,” I growl, throwing her onto the bed as soon as we’re within reach of it.

  She smirks, leaning back on her arms and staring up at me with that familiar predatory gleam in her eyes. You’d think that she was on top by the way she’s acting. It pisses me off, but not enough to stop.

  I grab her by the ankles and pull her to me. She lets out a short gasp followed by a giggle.

  I plunge into her, stealing her breath. My hands find her wrists again, and I press them into the bed as I lean over her and fuck her like I mean it. The bed complains beneath us, creaking as if it might break at any moment. The headboard slams into the wall, drawing Mistress Grace’s attention up to it. I slap her softly on the cheek to regain her focus. When she looks back at me, her eyes are wide in disbelief. She hooks her index finger around the O-ring in my collar. For a second, I expect her to hit me, but then she lifts up off of the bed to press her lips against mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

  I reciprocate the affection, my body never missing a beat. The friction and heat between us is milking me of my pre-seed. She squeezes her tight little body around me, and my breathing grows ragged as I feel myself coming close to climax. I pull away from the kiss to suck oxygen into my lungs for the home stretch.

  “Yeah, Lucian. Fuck me just like that.” Her voice is demanding, but I ignore it. She’s enjoying this, and that’s all that should matter. We’re both enjoying it, for once.

  Mistress Grace wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes lightly. For a moment, I think about brushing it away, but I’ve heard that asphyxiation heightens orgasms, so I decide to let it go.

  I close my eyes and feel pleasure surge through me, my body slamming into her a few more times before I crumble. My balls constrict as semen shoots through my cock. Mistress Grace uses her inner muscles to close in on me, intensifying my climax. The feel of her body hugging my sensitive dick while I’m spurting into her is absolutely amazing. Nothing feels this good to me. Nothing ever feels as good as sex.

  I buck into her a few more times, making sure that I’m fully drained before I roll off of her and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Part of me is basking in the afterglow of sex. The other part of me is in complete disbelief of what just happened. I crossed so many boundaries—did things I probably shouldn’t have—altered our relationship for the sake of losing myself again. It was worth it though. I should have no regrets. But the high of sex is starting to wear off, and the more it does, the more my mind drifts back to things I’d rather not think about. Like what’s going to happen with us going forward.

  I made it rather clear that I’m a horrible submissive. Coming here every few nights to let her whip me and flog me and boss me around has done nothing to help ease the pain I’m feeling inside. Only sex does that. Sex… and now something else.

  When I had her tied up, I was able to forget, and I experienced a new sense of satisfaction that was never there before. Watching her expression change from pain to fear to pleasure was enthralling. It felt like what we were doing transcended just being sex. Like it was some kind of an art. There was something sensual and satisfying about being with her like I was tonight. I want more nights like this. More nights where I’m in charge of the pleasure, where I control the give and take, the pain and the orgasms and everything.

  “Lucian.” Mistress Grace’s voice is soft and distant, drawing me away from my thoughts.

  “Yes?” I glance in her direction, though I don’t turn my head to look at her.

  “I’m going to have to ask you to turn in your collar.”

  ***

  CHAPTER TWO

  It’s been a few weeks since Mistress Grace made me hand in my collar and told me that we couldn’t see each other anymore. Despite the fact that she admitted she enjoyed the sex, she said that she couldn’t be engaged in a relationship where she wasn’t in complete control. I understand, because I feel the same way now. For as much as I would have liked for us to work out, we just wanted two different things, and neither of us was willing to give.

  I thought my little stint in BDSM was over. I went back to fucking girls I picked up at bars and clubs, but it was never enough. Every time I was with someone new, the dominant part of me came out—the need to control. I would get too rough, too demanding. And the fear I saw on some of their faces was very real. Not the same type of fear that was on Grace’s face—the fear that’s temporary and succeeded by pleasure. Their fear was genuine, worrisome even. Whenever I saw it, I forced myself to dial the intensity back, but I wasn’t satisfied. The more vanilla sex I had, the less I enjoyed it, and I knew that something had to change.

  *

  Part of me feels like I don’t belong here, but I know that’s only because I’m going to see her again. I try not to let the thought bother me as I sit in a restaurant with other lifestylers, many of whom I’m meeting for the first time. My eyes scan the faces around me at the munch. Doms and submissives. Collared and unowned. Maybe there’s a girl here for me, one who will let me do all of the horrible things I’ve been dreaming of, things that go beyond the mild bondage play that I did with Grace.

  The thought that I might have to commit to a contract bothers me. Grace made me realize I need to tread carefully. Few girls are as distant and cold as she is. Most submissives are needy, from what I’ve seen and heard in the brief period of time that I’ve tried to immerse myself in BDSM culture. Hope
fully, there’s a scene slut here. Someone I can play with at my leisure. I definitely don’t want a commitment with some clingy girl.

  A few of the girls at the table are making eyes at me. It’s pretty easy to pick out which ones are interested. Girls have always liked me. I’m blessed with good looks, and I do my best to stay fit, putting in hours at the gym whenever I’m not working, sleeping, or fucking.

  A voluptuous blonde girl sits across from me and extends her hand in greeting. “Hi. I’m Meera Argentino.”

  I smile politely and shake her hand. “I’m Lucian Reddick.”

  “Cool name.” Her cherry-red lips perk into a grin. “Reddick. It sounds familiar.”

  “I own a business around here.” I nod in the direction of my practice.

  “A business owner. Impressive.”

  “What do you do?” I ask, not that it matters. All I care about is taking her home and getting into her panties.

  “I work at a gas station.” She quirks her head to the side as if she’s embarrassed to admit that.

  “Money is money.”

  “It is, but I’d like more of it.” She laughs nervously.

  “Wouldn’t we all.” My eyes widen for effect. In truth, I have more money than I’ll ever need. That’s never stopped me from wanting more though.

  “So, what’s your status?” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

  I can’t help but grin. Apparently, her mind is much on the same track as mine. She’s getting down to business.