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Finally, she withdrew the vibrator from his mouth and inserted it smoothly into her pussy in one swift action. “Mmm,” she said, then turned the end with long purple fingernails, making the toy buzz to life as she began to slide it easily in and out.

Being that close made him fucking crazy. In one sense, it excited the hell out of him, but in another, he felt excluded, like he desperately needed to be involved.

And, damn it, he was
going
to be involved. Right now.

“Let me lick your clit, Mistress Mina,” he said, a little more forcefully than he meant to. And he didn’t wait for her to give him permission. Instead, he simply leaned in to lap at her hot, open pussy.
Oh God, she tasted good.
Her clit was like a thick, soft bead on his tongue. He drank in her pungent scent, letting it surround him, drown him.

Above, she bit her lip and whimpered with pleasure, thrilling him. Mmm, yes. His naughty Mistress Mina clearly didn’t mind—or at least couldn’t resist—letting him take a little control. And he was more than happy to suddenly find himself back in the driver’s seat, where he liked to be.

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irritated him that she was pushing the hot little rod in and out of herself while he licked her—he wanted
all
her pleasure to come from him.

Reaching up, he covered her fingertips with his at the base of the vibrator. “Let me do it,” he murmured against her pink flesh.

She released the toy into his grasp without argument and he instantly pushed it in farther and deeper, harder than her own strokes, loving it when she cried out.
Yes
. He wanted her to feel it coming directly from
him
.

He fastened his mouth tight around the bud of her clit and sucked as he continued fucking her with the vibrator, delivering insistent thrusts. He didn’t want her to have any sort of soft, gentle orgasm—no way. He wanted it to hit her hard. He’d taken back control and he was going to use it for his own satisfaction.

She responded to his mouth and the vibrator, meeting the intense drives of the toy, and letting out a hot little cry at each. He drew hard on her clit and made her sob. And he was just beginning to wonder if maybe he’d gone too far, sucked too hard and actually hurt her, when he felt something at the back of his head, bracing him against her.

He looked up from his task, over his shoulder, to see she had locked him in place with their old friend, the black riding crop, placing it behind his head like a bar, holding tight to it with both fists.

“Lick me!” she demanded, pressing on the crop so that he had no other choice. He sank his face back into her wet pink folds and got lost in the work of licking and sucking at her hot nub, still pummeling her with the vibrator, only wishing it were wider and longer so he could give her more.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she began to sob in a hot, rising rhythm, and he knew she was about to come. He licked and sucked her simultaneously, effectively French-kissing her clit, and she pulled the crop tighter, pressing him deeper into her. He fucked her as thoroughly as possible with the vibrator, nearly inserting his fingers up inside her along with it.

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“Oh God, yes!” she yelled then. “Yes, yes, yes, baby—God, oh God, yeah!” She fucked both his mouth and the vibrator hard, pumping, pumping, filling him with so much satisfaction as she came that he rose up, shoved her to her back on the couch, and buried his cock in her in one brutal thrust.

They both let out ferocious moans and Ty didn’t move, just kept her pinned there beneath him, around him, enjoying the simple, feral pleasure of having taken back full control.

When she finally came down from the high, she looked pleasantly spent, filling him with masculine pride. “How was your orgasm, Mistress Mina?” She gave him a scolding, angry sort of smile. “Excellent, naughty boy. But you’re going to be severely punished for your insistence on licking me.” He lowered a soft, tiny kiss to her nipple, then gazed up at her, delivering a wicked grin. “Maybe I’ve decided I’m through being a good boy. Maybe I’ve decided to change the rules of our little game.”

He had no idea how she would react, but he could tell from her sharp intake of breath that his switch to dominance fueled her excitement.

Even so, she pushed him away and got to her feet before him, so that he was looking up into her smooth-shaven cunt. He watched her cross the room, loving the way she walked around with her breasts and pussy exposed, all the while leaving on her super-sexy lingerie and those fuck-me heels, which he thought he might be officially developing a fetish for, now that he’d actually licked one of them.

“What if I say the game is over then? Meaning the sex is over?” she snapped, turning to face him.

Ah, so she was excited, but resisting it. He knew he was playing with fire, but gave her a truthful answer, still flashing his most devilish look. “I don’t think that’s going to happen. I don’t think you can say no.”

She looked defiant. “What makes you so sure?”

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“Your pussy’s too wet. Your nipples are too pointed. And you might be able to hide your face from me, but you can’t hide the excitement in your eyes.”

“Lie down on the couch. On your stomach,” she said, her voice all business.

“No.”

She looked stalwart, angry, and he suddenly understood—if he took
all
her power away,
all
her control, it changed everything she was—or at least everything she’d chosen to be for him. When her expression turned into something new, giving him the idea that she felt a little lost, maybe didn’t know what to do, it tore at his heart a little.

He realized he needed to meet her halfway, so he spoke gently. “Tell me something, Mina.”

He saw her swallow, but her answer still came strong. “What?”

“Have
you
ever been tied up?”

She hesitated, then shook her head.

“Would you like to be?”

She didn’t answer.

“After you tied me up the other night, can you tell me, in all honesty, that you didn’t wonder how it felt to be on the other side?” Still no response, but her pink nipples stayed tautly erect, and her eyes glittered with passion.

He dropped his voice even lower. “Let me show you. Give me the power, just this once. Trust me.”

She spent a long moment considering the request, then finally took a few steps back toward him, her sexy heels clicking across the floor. “Promise me that in the end, you’ll let me…have my way.”

“Define that for me, Mina.”

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He blinked, mulling over the bargain. If she was willing to bend for him like this, couldn’t he give her a little something back in return? “Sure,” he finally said. “Okay.” She gave a short nod, unsmiling, then strolled back across the room with her pretty ass partially on display beneath that lovely garter belt. She returned a moment later carrying some familiar lengths of rope in her hand, only more of it than last time.

“You’ll need this,” she said softly.

“Indeed I will,” he replied, a whole new sort of desire humming through him. He was about to tie her up, about to take her someplace as new as the places she’d been taking him.

“Lie down on the couch,” he said, rising from it. “On your stomach.” Just like
she’d
wanted
him
.

Mia obeyed, then watched over her shoulder as Ty placed one knee between her legs on the couch and reached for her arms, pulling them gently behind her. She waited as he proceeded to tie her wrists tightly together, unable to deny the excitement that coursed through her at the gnawing of the rope against her skin, at the sense of being truly confined by her lover, her Ty. She couldn’t quite believe she’d agreed to this, but even as helpless as she’d felt having to give up her power, she’d wanted
this
, too—

wanted to just give herself over to him, in every way.

Next he kneeled beside the couch to bind her ankles together, just as firmly. A part of her began to wonder just exactly what he planned to do to her, how helpless he wanted to make her. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the bizarrely pleasurable tingle in her cunt at knowing she was totally and completely at his mercy.

“What now?” she asked, her heart beating harder than she wanted it to.

He leaned near her ear and whispered, “Now I’m going to whip your firm little ass, just like you whipped mine the other night.”

Her pussy seized slightly beneath her at the threat which, at the moment, sounded more like a promise, something she
wanted
.

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The first strike of the riding crop was insignificant, just a pleasant little tap on her sensitized skin. The second and third were much the same—just enough to rouse her, to make her a little wetter than she already was.

“Naughty little girl,” he murmured above her, that hot, sexy voice shooting another dart of lust to her cunt just as he brought the riding crop down on her ass once more—

harder this time. She flinched at the sting.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

She nodded against the throw pillow supporting her head. “A little. In a…good way.”

“Good.” Then he swatted her again, hard, the burn traveling all through her and settling firmly in her pussy.

She let out a small moan.

“Mmm, do you like that, naughty girl?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless.

“Well, here’s some more.”

He hit her again, and again, the hot sting flashing through her like lightning, like something illuminating her from the inside out.

Then his rhythm changed—he struck her faster, but with a steady beat, like a drum…like sex. She cried out lightly now at each hot blow of the crop, stunned at the incredible pleasure, even more stunned at how good it felt to relinquish her power to him. She lay there, content to soak it up, enjoying each intense sting of her own mini-whip.

“Mmm, I wish you could see how nice and red your ass is,” he cooed, sounding utterly turned-on.

“Me, too,” she heard herself breathe without planning.

“I should kiss it make it feel better,” he announced, just before his mouth rained kisses across her bottom.

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“Ohhhh,” she purred. “That’s so good.”

“How’s this?” he asked, his breath wafting over her skin as one finger eased into her anal passage.

She clenched her teeth and sobbed with fresh delight. She had no experience in that area, but dear God, his touches felt incredible—wildly consuming, more than she could have known. Her voice came out shaky. “So good.”

He kissed her ass again, whispering, “Then you’ll probably like this even better.”

“What?” she asked a split second before she felt something bigger, more solid, nudging at the same hole.

She looked over her shoulder to see Ty easing her vibrator slowly into the tight opening. “Oh God.”

Their eyes met and he flashed a dirty smile. “Have you ever been fucked here before?”

She managed a slight shake of her head. “And I never thought I wanted to, but…”

“But what?” he prodded.

“But, God, I do. Oh, I do!”

Just then, the vibrator slipped in, deep in her ass, and the pleasure seared her. She cried out, and Ty said, “Turn back around, baby, and relax. Just feel it.” Having little choice, she did as he instructed, not quite able to believe she’d ended up bound and being fucked in the ass with her own toy. But it was so good, in a way she couldn’t have fathomed before this moment. She lay moaning beneath him, her whole body on fire with heat and deep sensation.

She found herself pumping against it, amazed that something there could feel so overwhelmingly hot. “Oh God, I think I could come from this,” she admitted on a heated sigh, and he helped her, easing his free hand up between her legs, his fingers sinking into her moist folds.

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“Mmm, yes, yes,” she said as the heady delight took her to a place of swallowing intoxication. And within a few amazing seconds she was screaming her ecstasy as she drank in the pleasure delivered by both of his hands. The vibrations rocked her, rocked her…until finally they faded and she went still.

Ty eased the vibrator from her ass and bent to lower a kiss to her shoulder. “How was that, baby?”

Spent, she could only sigh her satiation, and they stayed that way for a moment, him bending over her, close enough that she could smell the musky scent of his skin as she listened to the Mardi Gras revelers outside.

Somehow, that sound reminded her—this had gone terribly awry. Or
wonderfully
awry, depending upon how she looked at it. But if she didn’t get back some control here—dear God, for the first time it occurred to her that Ty could take her mask off if he wanted to and there wouldn’t be a thing she could do to stop him with her hands bound!

“My turn,” she said, soft but sure.

He hesitated before reaching to untie her. “Are you sure?” he said, amusement in his voice. “Because from where I sit, you handled the submissive role beautifully, honey.”

She flashed a smile over her shoulder. “Okay, so I’m a flexible girl. It’s your turn to be flexible again.”

“About that,” he said, working the rope at her ankles once her wrists were free, “I love the things you do to me, baby, but you might as well know, submitting doesn’t come easy to me.”

Freed, she sat up next to him. “Then I guess I should be flattered that you’ve given me as much power as you have.”

“Yes, you should.”

“And you’re saying that’s over now?”

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His slight nod sent a stark disappointment barreling down through her. Because she wanted to do one more thing to Ty, just one more thing. He’d just inspired her, deeply, and she wanted to bend him to her will one last time.