NaughtyNature (5 page)

Four short, braided tails ended with baby-soft fake fur tips
colored in red. Like burning bunny tails, the sumptuous red and black pelt
balls had dense cotton centers that produced a pleasant, soft whack when
striking delicate feminine flesh. One sub had described it as more of a solid
massage than a painful strike.

Slipping the loop around his wrist, Mac teased and tormented
his new sub by using the furry puffs to drive her need higher. He targeted the
cotton balls to strike directly on her quivering pussy, smiling each time she
cried out with pleasure and strained against her bonds.

As much as he wanted to drop the toy, Mac knew they both had
hungers to fulfill. Instead he refocused on building her desire so he circled
her slit, stroked it hard until she cried out. Her hips tried to thrust back,
deeper and harder into his touch, but the restraints kept her from reaching her
goal and completion.

Two more smacks landed on her ass. “You don’t get to move until
I say so,” he warned her. “Tonight is about more than an orgasm. I’ll tease you
until there’s nothing in your world, your mind, but my touch, my voice and my
body. Now we play my game.”

Her flesh heated nicely under the strength of his palm. “I
wish you could see how pink and rosy your ass is.”

The next slap fell and then another. And another. Aria
didn’t try to evade his punishing touch, just as Mac ensured he wouldn’t set a
rhythm she could anticipate. Each contact of his palm with her flesh aroused her
until he felt her pushing back at him, eager for more.

He took one of her nipples, tugged on it and then inserted
it in the small clamp at the top of the jewelry and snapped it closed. “There
is nothing sexier than you in nipple rings.”

“Sir, will this hurt?”

Mac shook his head, his eyes glued to her chest. “Like I
said, everything we do tonight is about pumping up the pleasure. Pushing you
farther and harder than you’ve ever been so when you finally come your world
will do more than rock, it will explode.” Within seconds he had the other one
fastened in place. He leaned down and licked the very tips. She jumped at the
slight touch and Mac couldn’t help but smile. “Just wait, honey. Your nipples
will be so responsive you’ll come just from me sucking them a few times.”

Mac moved to kneel beside her, brushing kisses across her
sweat-dampened face, enjoying the taste of salt and woman. He paid careful
attention to her eyelids, cheeks, temples and neck. His fingers traced the
delicate skin of her ear then bit the sensitive curve of her neck where it met
her shoulder.

Aria’s body jolted, but her lips remained shut.
Good, she
was learning,
Mac thought and watched her carefully while he applied a
gentle touch to her silky skin. Damn it, he’d never seen anyone so exquisite
with her thick, curly hair, almost a midnight black with sexy blue undertones.
She was tiny, barely five three, but the perfect handful in every place that
mattered. He ran his hand over the curve of her ass, admiring its fullness,
texture and the heat he’d brought to it.

His eager cock pulsed as he thought of how it would feel in
that hot, dark velvet tunnel. A place no other man had been, according to her
tell-all confessional with the Operator. The reminder made Mac feel primitive
and more dominant than ever.

He leaned down and sucked at her neck and shoulders again,
paying special attention to where his teeth had marked her minutes ago. His
fingers slid out of their wet haven to pinch and roll her nipples. Every time
she tried to move, either away or closer to his touch, it led to the sharp,
swift sting of his hand across her ass. He tantalized Aria until Mac thought he
would go mad with need, but he continued his teasing game.

He used the tip of one finger to tease and test the tight
circle of her anus. Grunting with pleasure when she didn’t draw away from his
touch, Mac kept her on the edge of release, aware of nothing but what
sensations he allowed. Quickly lubing his fingers, he started the slow process
of preparing her body for a much larger invasion.

Three fingers thrust hard and twisted in her wet pussy as
his thumb gently pinched the tiny core of her desire. He used his other fingers
to breach her tiny rosette, twisting to stretch the muscles as well as spread
the thick lubricant that would ease the passage of the anal plug.

Each time she grew close to orgasm he backed away. His
fingers played with her pussy and ass, easily sliding in and out of her wetness
while his thumb pressed hard against her clit. Two fingers slid deep into the
velvet passage of her ass, Mac crooked them until he felt the hot velvet flesh
quiver around his fingers.

Aria cried out, her screams muffled by the thick mattress,
but Mac didn’t want her keeping anything from him, the small rebellion wouldn’t
be allowed.

Time lost all meaning as he learned what pleased her, what
made her scream and what made her buck wildly.

Her breasts swayed with each desperate breath she drew in
and Mac couldn’t contain the fantasies that ran wild in his head at the sight
of those clamped, swollen buds. The nipples swelled within the clips to a dark,
luscious shade of deep red. He could easily spend weeks teasing, licking and
touching them. Too easily he could picture pushing the globes together and
fucking her breasts until he came all over the white, soft skin.

He couldn’t hold out much longer. They were both covered in
sweat, the air perfumed with their mutual desire and need. With a groan Mac
pulled his hands free, changed the ties back then flipped Aria over and slid
between her legs.

Immediately she fought her bindings, as Mac knew she would.
He delivered a swift, hard, stinging slap to her exposed pussy.

Aria screamed at the harsh and, he knew, unexpected smack,
but he’d warned her. “No moving, Aria. Everything you are, everything you feel,
desire or need belongs to me. I didn’t give you permission to move, did I?”

Gasping for breath, Aria shook her head. “No.” The rest of
her body, though tensed, remained still.

“No what, Aria?” he demanded, tone harsh and determined.

“No Sir.”

“Such a good submissive you are,” he praised. And let his
hand fall again to the fragile, delicate skin of her pussy.

“Ohhhh.”

“I know, honey, I know,” he whispered and stroked his open
palm over the abused area. “It hurts just enough to taste the pleasure, doesn’t
it?”

She gave a small whimper of protest as his hands left the
sweet sanctuary of her pussy, but he refused her unspoken plea. The scent of
her was driving him mad. He had to taste, to see if her flavor would be as
delicious as her scent.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he grabbed her hips,
setting her in the position he wanted.

Eyes heavy with arousal blinked up at him.

“Good girl, “he praised her. “I want you to watch me, Aria.
Watch me lick and suck and devour your sweet pussy. You won’t hide anything
from me. I want it all. Your screams, your pleasure and your release. If you
close your eyes I’ll stop what I’m doing until you open them again.”

She looked at him, pleading for a release he wasn’t ready to
give her.

“Do you understand me?”

Her soft black curls spread over the pillow as she shook her
head. “No…please…just… I need… Sir.”

“I know exactly what you need, sweet, and I’m going to give
it to you.”

Her eyes brightened at his words.

“But only when I think you want it enough.”

She opened her mouth, but Mac cut off further conversation
by stroking his tongue through her thick juices. Aria sobbed at the first
touch, her hips lifting to demand more. He allowed this so long as she kept her
eyes open and on him.

Ruthlessly, knowing he didn’t have much time before his own
body exploded, Mac dived between her thighs, eagerly licking and nipping her
clit. With his other hand he gently but persistently pushed the slick plug past
the tight restraint of muscles until the broad head sank in.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Look at the way your ass is
taking the plug. So eager, so sweet.” He lavishly praised her all the while
continuing to use his tongue, teeth and fingers to drive her past the pain in
her ass and focus on the pleasure of his touch.

His world shrank down to nothing but Aria and her swollen
wet pussy. Mac could do nothing but eat her up. He licked, nibbled and even
used the sharp edge of his teeth on her clit.

She screamed for him, at him, demanded he release her, then
demanded he finish her. Through it all Aria’s eyes never left him so he
continued his feast, drowning in the richest pleasure he’d even known.

His hands closed over the perfect globes of her ass, holding
her firmly in place as his tongue teased, thrust and lashed her mercilessly,
driving her to the brink of orgasm over and over again but never letting her
come.

In the back of his mind Mac knew this was a primitive
caveman style of claiming. Something he’d never done or wanted to do with any
other woman. Aria, however, brought out the hunter in him. He wanted to mark
her inside and out so no other man would dare touch what belonged to Mac.

Slowly he drew away from the honey of her sheath and nibbled
and nipped his way to her flushed chest.

She was so beautiful with her pretty pink nipples flushed,
clamped tightly in clips, hard with desire. It was all he could do not to shove
his cock balls-deep inside her sweet, swollen flesh. He leaned down, swirled
his tongue over first one puckered areola and then the other, leaving them wet
and glistening.

Whimpers escaped her mouth as he latched on to one rosy peak
and used his teeth to pinch the fragile flesh. Aria ached into his touch.

He released her long enough to say, “You like that. The
taste of bliss that borders on pain. When I finally start to fuck you you’ll be
so tight, so swollen I’ll have to fight to get every inch inside you.”

“Yes…oh yes,” she whispered before thrusting her breasts up
at him like a pagan offering from days gone by. Her natural barriers dissolved
under the onslaught of his ruthless erotic torture.

“Tell me,” he demanded in a low, eager tone. Pushing for
more, needing Aria’s total surrender with verbal confirmation. “Tell me what
you want.”

Going back to her nipples, Mac took one into his mouth,
giving it a light suck and lick before moving on to the other one. He switched
his attention back and forth, always teasing, easy, gentle strokes. Never
allowing her release, always pushing her more, erasing barriers and continually
driving her higher and closer to the edge of pleasure.

“Air, please, Sir.” Aria shook with need, her breath coming
in aroused pants. Sweat glistened on the dewy softness of her skin.

“Tell me exactly what you want.”

Her head shook as she fought her instinctive need for
propriety against what her body demanded. Something Mac could not, would not,
allow. Every part of Aria belonged to him, nothing hidden or concealed.

“Tell me,” he encouraged around the peak of her nipple,
“tell me and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Bite me, suck me hard, pinch my nipple, please.” Her breath
came out in panting gasps.

Pride roared through him at his lover’s harsh demand. As his
sub Aria didn’t have the right to demand anything, but this time, their first
time, was a learning experience for them both.

Chapter Four

Now he gave her exactly what she asked for. Roughly he
sucked her tender flesh into his mouth, used his teeth to score and mark her
breasts while his other hand pinched and twisted her swollen nipples.

Aria cried out, pushing back into his touch desperately,
trying to entice him to do more, to send her over the edge. Mac wasn’t about to
let her fall without him.

Instead he slid one hand down the smooth curve of her body
until his hand rested lightly on her hip.

“Ready for more?” Mac didn’t wait for her answer.

His fingers were slick as he thrust three of them into her,
pushing her to the edge he wouldn’t allow her to fall over, not just yet, not
without him being inside her to feel every contraction of release.

“So tight and wet here, all for me,” Mac’s fingers tunneled
in and out of her sheath. “You’ll feel so fucking tight squeezing around my
dick. I’ll have to work my way inside you, thrust by hard thrust until you’ve
taken every…” His fingers twisted. “inch…” twist “of…” thrust “my…” twist
“cock.”

His fingers gave one last hard twist to her nipple before he
slid them under her ass and spread her cheeks. Mac teased the stretched pucker
of her anus and Aria bucked beneath him. “Oh yeah, I’ll fuck you here too, but
not tonight. You’re not ready for that yet. But that’s why we’re playing with
the plug, to get you ready. I can show you just how much pleasure getting your
ass reamed by me will give you.”

“Mac, I’m not sure,” she breathed out a whispery protest,
but Mac cut her off.

“You’ve never been fucked in the ass, have you?”

She shook her head. “No, never.”

“Then trust me when I say you’ll love it. It’s that little
bit of pain with your pleasure. The plug doesn’t hurt now, right?” He dropped
his forehead to rest on hers. Their sweat mingling as did their breathing. “I
can give you both, everything, just trust me to know what you need.”

He waited, outwardly looking patient, but inside Mac was a
mass of nerves. What if she said no? What if she didn’t trust him enough?

Electricity to his brain shut down when he saw Aria’s shy
nod of consent and heard her whispered words, “I trust you, Sir.”

Abruptly he pulled back, every nerve in his body protesting
the move. His cock pulsed in anger. It wanted inside Aria now, but he had a
different plan. A few swift tugs and his costume pants were gone, leaving him
bare, his cock frantic to sink into Aria’s burning heat.