Sexy as Hell Box Set (104 page)

“Ah, yes, Mistress, I’m coming too…”

Carlos froze over me. He pulled back his lips to reveal his gritted teeth and pink gums and then offloaded his heated spunk into my arse.

The flood of his pleasure tipped me over again, and another delicious orgasm claimed me. I scratched my nails down his biceps, knowing that they’d leave deep, probably bloody scratches. I
looked forward to admiring them later.

He trembled, his cock
spasmed again, and he cried out. The expression on his face was pure perfection. I’d got it just right for him, stimulating his prostate and letting him fuck both of his Mistress’ holes at the same time.

“Kiss me,” I ordered, reaching for his face.

Once more he ravished my mouth in a way that was the icing on the cake. He’d become my everything, my reason for existing, and as long as I could make Carlos feel this way—treasured, pleasured, and submissive—then I’d found my place in the world and, I hoped, so had he.

I loved my new Mistress and I was exactly where I needed to be. Kissing her, exploring the inside of her mouth, being intimate in a way we hadn’t been before. Revealed emotions hadn’t ever been in play then, they’d had to be hidden.

Everything about her consumed me—she was my everything. I wanted to fuck her seven ways to
Sunday. Three hundred and sixty-five days to this time next year. Every year until the end of my life.

I’d loved her since the moment we’d met. She was different—so very different—to everyone else. Her clothing style was what had struck me to begin with. All that black, including her hair and nails. And that hair, I wanted to pull it harder than she’d ever imagine it could be pulled. As for those nails? She had the red light to score every inch of my skin if she were so inclined. Mark me, scar me, make sure other women knew I belonged wholeheartedly to someone else.

And I did. Always would—even if things went wrong between us.

She broke the kiss abruptly, then stared at me as though she couldn’t see straight. Had I made her look like that with just a kiss? I smiled, thinking it was more likely the fuck. I was reeling myself—from amazement and feeling so damn lucky that this woman wanted the kind of sex I did. Raw. Primal. So out there that we’d never need or want to go to anyone else.

“You’re the best slave,” she said, patting my shoulder, almost like an owner would a well-behaved pet.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Her compliment and gesture reeled me in some more, had me wanting to kneel at her feet and kiss them or massage her calves then up, up to that juicy pussy between her thighs and bury my face in it again. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smell.
Her
.

I eased the cocks out. She had a beautiful look on her face that told of how she enjoyed the way they slid out of her. I knew that feeling and anticipated it when she removed the butt plug.

She pushed my chest gently so she could sit up. She stared. Admiring me? I hoped so.

“Look at how wet that dildo is,” she whispered. “Covered in my cum. And that cock of yours, covered in
your
cum…
Look
at them, I said.”

I obeyed, although I’d been enjoying the brightness in her eyes as she’d spoken; I hadn’t wanted to stop staring. I glanced down at the strapping, at my softening cock that was aching for more, at the way it hung below the heavy dildo. The hues were a stark contrast, my Med colouring against the pink. And that pink reminded me of her cunt, such a sexy sight.

“What do these cocks make you want to do?” she asked, propping herself up on her hands.

“To have you again, Mistress. Lick your cunt. Lick your cum out of it. Have you order me to put my cock in your mouth and fuck it until you gag.” I didn’t dare look up again without permission, but shit, I wanted to see her facial expression.

“Ah, so you’re a slave who likes permission to exert a bit of dominance, are you?”

She’d sounded a little surprised, although she’d hid it well. If I hadn’t known her as I did then I may well have not noticed the inflection at the end of the sentence.

“Only if you wish it, Mistress. I’m no switch but I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Hmmm.”

She stood, tapped her boot on the floor, and I wondered what she’d made of my comment. Yes, I was a slave, someone who liked being ordered about, but it didn’t mean I had no fantasies of my own. And it wouldn’t be me making her gag with my cock that would get me off. No, it would be because she
wanted
me to do it.

“Take the strapping off,” she said, her voice sharp.

I did so then held it by my side. It was heavy with the dildo still attached. The butt plug continued doing its thing inside me, making my arsehole numb, giving my insides a constant twitch of stimulation.

“Drop it,” she said.

I obeyed, licking my lips as I imagined what she would do next. What she’d say. What she’d want.

“How about,” she said, stepping closer, “I get hold of your cock and
wank it until it’s hard again. Then, when it’s hard… No, I won’t tell you the rest yet.”

She pressed herself against me and kissed the side of my neck. It was the one place that was top of my list to be petted. It set my fucking soul on fire. She stirred feelings inside me that I’d known I’d feel with her. Love, need, want. Security, stability, comfort. I wanted her in my life forever, to do with me whatever she wished.

“How is that, being kissed there?” she murmured then kissed again.

The contrast of her gentle lips was so stark in comparison to the pain she often doled out during the times she took me to sub-space.

“Good, Mistress.”

“Just good?”

“More than good.” I was feeling a little dreamy.

“And what are you thinking—tell me.”

“That I want to do what I just said. To shove my cock in your mouth.”

“Ah, but how would I give you instructions if I’m stuffed full of your dick?” She twirled away to lean her arse on the fucking bench, and I missed the touch of her lips on my skin.

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“I’m sure I could come up with something,” she said. “Let’s see…”

I carried on staring at my semi-erect cock in silence. Flitted my gaze to her boots. She had her legs crossed at the ankles, and the thought went through my mind whether her cum was seeping out of her, wetting the tops of her inner thighs. I could do with licking it all away then kissing her deeply so she tasted herself.

“Go and wash your cock,” she said. “Thoroughly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I left and headed to the rest
room, the butt plug making itself known with every step. Quickly washing myself with hot water, then getting hard as I massaged soap over my dick and balls, I imagined it was her touching me, her fingers curled around me. Except it wasn’t the same. She had a technique that I couldn’t copy no matter how many times I’d tried.

Once finished, I went back to the
room, entering with my head bowed. My arse was singing from the constant feel of the plug against my prostate, keeping me wondering how long it would be left inside me.

I closed the door and tried to gauge where she was but failed.

“I’m here,” she said. “You may look up.”

I found her sitting on a low wooden stool at the foot of the fucking bench, leaning her back against it. Her legs were splayed, bent at the knees, her hands on those knees. Spiky fingernails just touching the tops of her boots. That tasty cunt of hers was on full display, a creamy glut of her cum sitting in the hole. I swallowed down the words going through my mind—
Jesus fucking Christ, I want you, woman
—and stayed where I was. Staring. Staring.

“Come here,” she said.

I went and stood right in front of her, wanting to kneel, to bow my head and show her I was ready and waiting to obey her every command. But she hadn’t ordered me to do that.

“Move forward, slave. Stand between my legs.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s it. You stand there and
see what I’ve done, why I’m sitting on this stool. Now your dick’s in perfect alignment with my mouth.”

I
looked down. My soap-scented cock swelled and, heavy as it was, pointed directly towards her freshly made-up, black-lined lips. If I moved forward an inch the head would touch her mouth. If I jerked my hips it would slip inside. If I pushed it would make her gag.

Shit. Stop thinking about it. Only do it if she asks.

I cleared my throat. “I see that, Mistress.”

“And it makes you want to
use
my mouth, doesn’t it? Use it like my cunt or my arse?”

I was silent, the momentousness of her words stealing my voice. Was she really going to let me do this? Give in to my needs using her mouth?

“Speak, slave, tell me, you have a need to control and dominate under my supervision, don’t you? You’re submissive through and through but there’s still a primal instinct to fuck my mouth like it’s a willing cunt, isn’t there?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So do that. Shove that prick of yours in my mouth. When I want you to stop I’ll poke your leg. When I want you to slow down I’ll tap your leg. If I want it brutal, faster, I’ll slap your arse. Very hard. And you like hard slaps, don’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes. Yes, Mistress.”

“Begin.”

She parted her lips a little more, and I held the base of my cock and rested the end on her bottom lip.

“What part of
shove
don’t you understand?” she asked, breath hot on my tip. “If you having feelings for me, if you think us being a permanent item is going to stop you doing
exactly
as I ask, I don’t think—”

I shut her up by thrusting in—hard and without any thought as to whether it might hurt. She’d ordered, I’d obeyed. She’d wanted, I’d given.

She groaned, the sound humming through my cock, then slapped my arse. I took that as a sign to
use
her, to fuck that pretty mouth of hers as I would her pussy. She slapped me again—harder—and I rammed in and out with quick jerks, my aim to do
exactly
what she wanted. I wouldn’t have her thinking I couldn’t do as I’d been told.

Her head jolted against the fucking bench, juddering several times, and she closed her eyes, moaning as she created the kind of suction no cunt or arse could. She lifted one hand, and I thought she was going to slap me again, but she grasped my fingers then raised them to her hair. Moved them so they curled.

She wanted me to grip it.

I did. So hard.

Another smack to my arse had a biting sting—her lethal nails had jabbed into me. Her moaning again had me holding her hair in both fists, keeping her head still and fucking even faster. Then I eased out slowly only to forge in at speed. My tip barged into the back of her throat, and there it was, the glorious gag I’d been waiting for. She smiled around my cock—she was loving this as much as I was—and I repeated the motion. Another slap stung so much more than the others, and I rammed in, going so far that my pubes covered her nose.

The sight of me inside her like that made my cock throb. Cum swirled in my balls, fiery and hot. My dick swelled further. The muscles in my arse ached from the force of me pumping. She had her hands down by her sides, draped like she was a ragdoll. Did she want to feel used that badly? Then she raised one hand and poked my leg. I stopped immediately, hoping the cum in my bollocks wasn’t going to spew out just yet. I pulled out, panting, and stared down at her.

She lifted her chin, opened her eyes, and glared at me. “You may come, slave, because I want to come with you. I’m going to finger-fuck my cunt while you fuck my mouth. And I want you to talk to me. Tell me I’m a dirty little bitch. Be as mean as you can get. Continue.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I pushed inside her mouth again and set up my previous rhythm. Knowing I could come took the experience to another level. Cum seemed to want to race out of me, but I held back so she could get herself going with her fingers. She slid one hand between her legs. I couldn’t see a damn thing except my cock in her mouth and her arm moving in jerky motions where she was strumming her pussy. She moaned, loud and long, then created a channel with her tongue, making her mouth so tight it threatened to suck the spunk right out of me.

“You’re such a dirty Mistress,” I said. “Sitting there with your hand on your wet cunt. With my hard cock in your greedy mouth. Look at you. Filthy little bitch.”

She groaned again, sucked harder, slapped my arse—and dragged her nails down my buttock. The shock of it, the hardness of it, had my hips jerking forward. My cock went right to the back of her throat, and she tried to lean forward on a gag but my hands were holding her in place.

She smacked me again.

I pulled out then slammed back in, arse cheek burning from her abuse.

“Your lips are going to feel bruised, Mistress. You’re going to feel just as used as you seem to want. Is that what your secret fantasy is? Being treated like a filthy, depraved, nasty fucking whore?”