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“You can’t improve on perfection.”

She smiled and gave his ass a sharp pinch. “Cute, but don’t interrupt me. As I was saying, this should help make things more intense for you. Follow me.”

He walked behind her, close enough to smell her shampoo, but she didn’t object. When she reached the converted incline bench she screwed the top off the tube, revealing what looked like a pink plastic vagina.

“What the heck is that?”

“Don’t masturbate much, do you?”

He moved forward the slightest bit so his cock grazed over her heart shaped ass. “When I do, I don’t use disembodied vaginas.”

With a soft laugh she placed the tube into the hole he’d cut into the bench, pushing down until it fit perfectly. “I’ve already put lubricant inside of it.” She slipped her fingers into the toy’s opening, sliding just the tips in and out. Despite himself, he was curious as to what it felt like. “And it has a remote.”

She stepped to the side and fished a little black plastic square from the top of her boot, giving him a nice view down her cleavage.

“With all respect, Domina, I’m not sure if that’s my kind of thing.”

She gave him a feral smile. Oh yeah, all her earlier doubt was gone and she was back on her A game.

He didn’t know if he should be happy or terrified.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s your ‘type of thing’. Watching you fight the urge to come, strain against your arousal while you pleasure me is
my
thing. And knowing that resisting your base nature is double hard because of that toy sucking on your cock is even more my thing.”

He almost reached out to grab her right then, to lift her until she straddled his face and hold her in place with his hands, lips, and tongue. But if he did he would break the trust between them, something he wasn’t willing to do. “Yes, Domina.”

“Good. Now I want you to put those feet in those clever foot rests you made, but don’t slide into that toy yet. I want you to hold yourself a few inches from it.”

With his heart pounding he took the few brief steps to the padded bench, glancing up at her before stepping into the holes he’d made for his feet. The toy was at the perfect height for him and despite his earlier trepidation he found his arousal and curiosity outweighed the embarrassment of using a sex toy.

She went over by the doorway and turned off all the lights, except for the ones beneath the cabinet. They gave him enough light to see by, but left everything around them in shadows. With a new moon resting in the sky far above, no additional illumination came from the windows. She grabbed a bundle of black rope off the counter, slapping it against her thigh before she returned to him. Her breath whispered across his shoulders as she walked behind him.

“I’m going to tie you up, Wyatt. This rope is a nylon cotton blend that won’t hurt you, so feel free to struggle.”

He grunted and looked over his shoulder at her. “You don’t need to tie me up to hold me in place.”

“I know, but I must confess that I do love a man tied up in rope. There is an art to it, called Shibari, that some people spend their whole lives mastering. While I'm not a Shibari master, I admire that dedication, and I know enough to safely secure you in a variety of positions for my pleasure.”

Then she moved to reach around his waist, down over his lower belly, and she teasingly ran her fingers over the veins of his cock, making him gasp and twitch. It seemed like whenever he was around her he became as sex-starved as a Marine coming off a nine month deployment to the Antarctic. Right now he’d chew through steel to get to her, break down a concrete wall with his dick for a chance at her cunt, drag himself across a desert with his tongue for a chance to lick her sweet pussy.

“Mmm, Wyatt you are so hard.” She rubbed her thumb over his tip, smearing the fluid dripping from the slit in his cock. “I love your dick. Nice and thick, big enough to please any woman.”

Her light touch became a slow stroke, driving him higher and making him brace his hands in front of himself. Pulling him slightly forward by his dick, she ran the tip of his erection over the toy, drawing a startled exclamation from him.

“Fuck, its warm.”

“This is a top of the line sex toy, Wyatt. It heats up and does all kinds of other wonderful things.” She continued to rub him over the soft, warm surface and if he closed his eyes it almost felt like she was rubbing him against another woman. “That’s it. Feel how nice that is?”

His answer became a rumbling growl when she placed one hand on his ass, keeping a firm grip on his dick with the other, and began to ease him into the device.

“Shit.”

He involuntarily flexed his hips forward, the toy sucking on his cock as promised. She continued to push him down, watching his face as he started to breathe harder, inch by inch of his dick sliding into the slick sheath. While it didn’t feel like a real pussy, it was certainly better than his hand.

Then she began to wind the black rope around his chest and back, securing him to the bench intricate loops and knots that did indeed look like artwork. She constantly checked with him to make sure he was okay, that nothing was too tight or straining. Her reassurance, her need to make sure he was comfortable, helped ease the apprehension of being literally tied to the bench.

It also helped that it felt as if he was buried to his nuts in a warm pussy.

She paused and jerked the end of the rope around his hips. “Try to move your pelvis.”

He did, only managing to rise up three or four inches, just enough for the toy to stroke a groan out of him. His arms were still free and his face was at the perfect level of her pussy, but his torso was bound in place by the rope. He raised his head up now to give her room to sit, then pushed up with his feet to see how far he could move to reach her.

She pushed something cold between his chest and the bench. “Here’s a box cutter. When we’re done I’ll expect you to free yourself, because if you do your job right I won’t be able to get off this thing without falling.”

He reached down and adjusted the box cutter, moving it so it wasn’t pressing against his nipple ring. “Yes, Domina.”

“There we go. Now stay here and keep your eyes closed while I get onto my…throne.” Her voice held a trace of a laugh on the last word, but he could smell the sweet musk of her arousal. Knowing that she was turned on by him doing this gave him the freedom to let go of his inhibitions, to embrace the situation in which he found himself.

The bench shifted a bit as she climbed up to her perch, but held and didn’t wiggle as she arranged herself.

She made a pleased sound. “This rabbit fur feels divine against my pussy. I better not let Yuki see this, she’ll have you making one for her in no time.”

“I’m glad it pleases you, Domina.” His words came out tight and strained as he fought the urge to thrust, to fuck.

“Open your eyes, Wyatt.”

Saliva immediately filled his mouth when the first thing he saw as her pink sex, all open and waiting for him. She now sat above him, cradled from behind by the chair back, but with enough room on either side so that her legs could easily fall over the edge. This allowed him complete access to her and his dick jerked inside of the toy, drawing a groan from somewhere deep in his stomach. Her clit was hard, a pink bud waiting for his lips and her arousal did indeed coat her inner thighs, proof of her need.

“Domina, if you scoot a little more forward it would be perfect.”

With a bemused smile that didn’t chase the heat from her eyes, she did as he asked, then reached down to feel the indentation. “What is this for?”

“So I can reach as much of you as you want. If you tilt your hips I can take all of you in my mouth.” He swallowed hard, his next words coming out in more of a growl than speech, goaded on by the scent of her filling the air, of the faint light giving the golden curls above her mound a shimmer. “If you tilt your hips even more I can lick your little pink anus, feel it grip my tongue while I serve you.”

Her breath came out hard enough that it blew over his shoulders. “Wyatt, show me what you’ve got.”

He lunged forward as much as he could before the ropes held him back. He reached up and clasped her slender thighs, spreading her wide in order to better pleasure her. Without preamble he buried his face into her swollen sex, licking up every drop of honey her body gave him. When her hands fisted in his hair his cock throbbed to the beat of his heart. When she held him to her sex and rolled her hips his hips jerked, and when she cried out his name he groaned against her.

“Work that beautiful ass, Wyatt. I want to see you fuck.”

A very primitive part of his brain was pleased by how breathless she was, by the trembling in her thighs as he rubbed his nose against her clit while licking her below. This wasn’t about teasing, or drawing it out. This was about bringing his Mistress pleasure, as much as she could take, so he did as she asked and began to thrust as much as he could. Oddly enough the restraints made him hotter, made his whole body fight against them even while his mind accepted the rope.

Now it was his turn to twitch and moan, the combination of having his face buried between her legs and the toy wrapped around his cock quickly driving him to the edge. The very air became saturated with sex, his skin burning and too tight, everything in him coiled to explode. But he held it back, resisted that pleasure for her.

He began to nibble his way up to her clit, pausing to suck on one puffy labia, then the other, gently sinking his teeth into her delicate flesh. She groaned deep in her throat, rubbing herself against him, as shameless as a cat in heat. At the exact moment that he gave her clit the first swipe of his tongue, something happened to the toy around his cock. It began to vibrate, then it felt like little balls were massaging his length.

He started to jerk back in surprise, but she held his face to her pussy with surprising strength. “Don’t stop until I come, Wyatt. If you do, if you take your pleasure before mine, I’ll make you fuck yourself dry with that toy.”

Anger mixed with his arousal, giving his emotions a sharp edge. He took that frustration out on her, teasing her pussy, winding her up until she began to make little helpless noises that squeezed his cock harder than any toy.

“Fuck it, Wyatt. I want to see you move. Show me how you would take me if I was spread beneath you right now.”

With a snarl he did, his hips thrusting in and out while he ate her, becoming a mindless animal with need. Everything faded but her pussy, making her come, tasting her and licking her and making her scream. After one big lick from her perineum to her clit he latched onto that little bud and sucked - hard.

Her scream split the air, almost as sweet to his ears as the flood of moisture from her pussy tasted on his tongue. Not feeling at all kind, driven mad her refusal to let him come, he shoved three fingers into her, stretching her and fucking her hard, as hard as he was pounding into the sheath vibrating around his dick. Her delicate inner muscles clenched down and she froze against him. He gave her one final suck, then nipped the tip of her clit.

“Oh god, Wyatt, come with me.”

He rubbed his face back and forth against her quivering sex, licking her frantically while she thrust against him, saying his name over and over again, giving him another rush of her liquid arousal which he devoured. Unable to hold out anymore, he slammed into the sheath and the force of his orgasm had him throwing his head back, roaring his pleasure while he sank his fingers into her soft thighs. Each shot of seed scoured him, purging him of his anger, his thoughts, everything but the taste of his Domina on his lips.

When he’d finally stilled, the device stopped vibrating and he shuddered.

She started to move, but he gentled his grip on her thighs and rasped out, “Please, Mistress, let me clean you.”

Her pleased murmur was like a soothing balm and she settled back into the chair, idly slipping her hands through his hair. Being as gentle as he could, he licked her until every trace of her arousal was gone, well as much of it as he could get. He was sure the second she stood up more would drip out of her, but if he didn’t move soon he was going to collapse.

When he pulled his mouth away she literally purred with pleasure. “Good god, Wyatt. If word about you got out I’d have to keep you locked away in a cage for your own safety. Cut yourself free.”

He pulled out the box cutter and set to work slicing through the rope. After three cuts the rest fell away from him, a testament to her bondage skills.

“Now, come over here and help me down from this wonderful chair.”

He pulled out of the toy and got off the bench, then glanced down at his wet, still semi-hard shaft. “You know, I think I might like that thing.” He reached up and easily plucked her down, sliding her body against his as he lowered her to the floor. “Thank you, Domina, for the pleasure of servicing you.”

“Oh Wyatt.” She looked up into his face, her gaze searching him. “I promise in the future I’ll hear you out, not just assume the worst.”

Tears filled her beautiful blue eyes and he hugged her close. Or at least he tried to, as soon as she touched his lube covered dick she jumped back with a laugh, teetering on her heels. “Yikes, you are rather slippery still. Come on, let’s go take a shower and hit the hay. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had about enough excitement for one day.”

He followed the seductive sway of her ass and wondered if he might persuade her to let him give her a tongue bath in the shower.

Chapter 12

Lips softer than satin kissed over his jaw, the faint scent of toothpaste and perfume reaching his nose. When he turned and opened his eyes, he saw Michelle standing next to the edge of the bed, dressed in pale blue scrubs.

“I’m sorry to wake you, you look so cute when you sleep, but the clinic begged me to come in. One of their regular surgeons is out with the flu. He has kids so he probably got it from the germ pit that is schools.”

He cleared his throat, reaching out to grab her hand and lace their fingers together. “Damn, Doc, you make schools sound like plague incubators.”