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He raised his eyebrows. “You intend to use that thing on me?”

“You’ve been a bad boy. Clearly, you need to be disciplined.” He stood looking uncertain, as if perhaps he was having second thoughts about wanting to be dominated. But given all the trouble she’d gone to, arranging all this, she’d be damned if he was going to back out now. Lifting the fringed end of riding crop to her shoulder as he watched, she slid the length of the tool along the swell of one breast, the leather braiding that circled it creating a pleasant sensation as it passed over her skin.

As she’d hoped, the fire returned to his eyes. “Does using it turn you on?” She nodded. “Very much.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, seeming ready to acquiesce.

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“Do what I say and only that. Don’t question me or argue with me. Take what you’re given and like it.”

She sensed the exacting command sinking into his arousal, making him want to obey.

And for the first time in the midst of her attempted discipline, she noticed his cock.

It was even bigger than she’d imagined. Certainly the largest specimen she’d ever had.

The sight of it made her bite her lip with hunger as she reached out with her new leather toy. Sliding it behind his erection, she pulled it forward a bit, then removed the crop, letting the shaft slap softly against his abs. He let out a soft, quick moan.

But she couldn’t let herself be sidetracked by his hard-on, no matter how colossal and beautiful it looked, so it was back to business. “Turn around and lean over the chair.”

She watched Ty take a deep breath, then pivot, bending slightly at the waist, his wrists still bound behind him. “Like this?”

“Yes, that will do. Now tell me you’ve been a bad boy.” He hesitated, so she took the opportunity to snap the crop lightly against his lovely, masculine ass, surprised at the pleasure the strike delivered…to her. “Say it,” she commanded.

He sighed, still looking reluctant. “I’ve been a bad boy.” She smacked his ass with the crop again, slightly harder this time.

“Oh
God
, I’ve been a bad boy.”

Mmm, yes, that time it sounded like her little spanking was starting to feel good to him.

Her cunt throbbed when she slapped the crop harder across his flesh, this time leaving a pink mark. He moaned.

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Each successive strike of the riding crop elicited another groan from Ty, each sounding deeper, deeper, until she asked him, “Do you like your whipping from Mistress Mina?”

He nodded vigorously, even if he looked a bit spent with desire. “Yes.”

“Mmm, that’s a good boy,” she purred, her pussy humming with delight at his submission. “Now, sit back down.”

He obeyed, and when she next saw his eyes, she knew she had him utterly excited, and ready for whatever came next.

“Do you want to see more of me?” She drew the riding crop sensually through her legs and up her pussy in case he needed some inspiration.

He answered deeply. “Oh yes.”

“Beg me.”

He didn’t hesitate this time. “Please let me see you, Mistress Mina. Let me see your breasts, let me see your pretty pussy.”

Oooh, she liked him this way—so much so that it increased the pulse in her cunt and she could barely wait to
let
him see more of her.

Abandoning her riding crop on the couch behind her, she reached up to curl her fingers into the cups of her bra, slowly pulling them down to reveal taut pink nipples, standing thick and erect. The beads she wore fell between her breasts. He let out a low groan and she ran her hands over them, tweaking the rosy tips.

“So pretty,” he murmured.

“Beg to see my pussy some more,” she instructed him.

The request brought fresh heat to his expression. “Please, Mistress Mina, show me your pussy. Show me your hot, pink cunt. I want to see how wet and open you are.”
Mmm, just what the dominatrix ordered.
Like before, his begging upped her excitement, getting her even more turned on than she already was.

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She turned, putting her back to him, then slipped her fingers beneath the elastic at her hips. She drew her panties down over her garters and stockings, bending at the waist to give him a hot view from behind. When the panties were at her ankles, she stepped free and turned to stand before him, exposed.

“Oh God,” he breathed, his gaze glued between her thighs.

“You like it, lover?” she asked, reaching down to run her fingers through her damp slit. She glanced down at it herself, aroused at the sight, because she’d shaved away all of her pubic hair except for a narrow swath above her cunt.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, sounding as excited as she was.

Following her instincts and highly aware that he loved watching her autoerotic touches, she sat down on the couch and parted her thighs wide.

“Unh…” he breathed.

Biting her lip, she reached for the riding crop, then began to run the leather-fringed tip over her clit and inner lips.

“Oh God, honey, that’s so damn hot. Let me fuck you now.” Mia couldn’t quite believe how wonderful it felt to rub the leather crop through her slit while Ty’s eyes drank it all in. She’d never touched herself for a guy before, and like everything else that was a first for her tonight, the rawness of the act thrilled her almost more than she could understand. “You like watching me play with my pussy?” she purred.

“God yes, baby.” His voice was a low, hot rumble. “But I need to fuck you now.” She lowered the crop to the cushion beside her and squared her gaze on his. “Are you being a bad boy again? Trying to take control when you know it belongs to
me
?” Ty looked like he was ready to come bounding off the chair at any second, but at this, he collected himself. She saw him take a deep breath. “No. Whatever you want, Mistress Mina. Whatever you say.”

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Their eyes met. His seemed to say he wasn’t sure he liked this part of the game. She kept her gaze steady, though. Commanding.

Finally, he left the chair and dropped to his knees, his hands still firmly tied behind him. He began to move toward her, placing one knee in front of the other.

Ty looked amazingly sexy coming closer to her, his hard cock jiggling with each move, his eyes hungry, his hands still trussed. Knowing he was willingly following her demands only made it better. She parted her legs farther—as far apart as possible—as he neared her, pleased that his burning gaze had fallen back to her cunt.

“Now, eat me,” she said, when he was kneeling between her thighs.

Without a second’s hesitation, he lowered his face to her pussy, closing his mouth over her engorged clit. She cried out at the instant pleasure. Hissing as he began to suckle, she realized her joy ran deeper, much deeper, because the man who mouthed her was Ty.
Her
Ty, the guy she’d had a crush on for most of her life. And now they were suddenly playing naughty sex games and he was licking vigorously at her slit, getting her wetter and wetter, making her think
yes
,
yes
, and making her
know
that disguising herself to be his secret lover was the best thing she’d ever done.

“Oooh, yes, lick my pussy,” she cooed over him, watching as he dragged his tongue all the way from her opening up over her clit. “Oh God, yes, baby, that’s good.” She lifted one high heel to the couch, her knee bent, to give him even better access, beginning to raise herself toward his ministrations. All the while, she caressed her breasts, gently massaging, lightly twirling the nipples, her black beads clicking together lightly as she thrust at him.

When he looked up, his eyes going glassy at her self-caress, she upped the heat by pushing one breast as high as she could with her hand, then bending toward it—just barely able to rake her tongue across her own nipple. She felt a shudder run through him and cast a sexy smile. “Don’t stop,” she told him. “Lick your Mistress Mina’s pretty pussy.”

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Mia’s body was on fire. She wanted to raise the temperature in the room even more, though, so when she caught sight of the riding crop next to her shoe, she took it up and began to swat Ty’s ass in time with her light lunges against his oh-so skilled mouth. In one way, she hated to think of all the other women she knew he’d been with over the years, but in another, she couldn’t have been more pleased to have a man of such experience between her thighs. She moaned as the pleasure grew and grew—glad she hadn’t climaxed before when he’d been in the chair, glad she’d saved it up for now, because she suddenly wanted, more than anything, to come in his hot, sexy mouth.

She whimpered as she drove at him, her Mardi Gras beads snapping together harder. She soon stopped hitting him with the crop, instead reaching past his bound hands to slide the tool up and down the valley of his ass. The new sensation made him moan deeply, so she kept it up, thinking of the leather braiding passing back and forth across his asshole as she got closer and closer to orgasm.

She lowered her free hand to his thick, sandy hair, thrilled by the simple sensation of running her fingers through it, but soon enough she was using it to guide him, to force him, to make him press himself deeper against her as she fucked his mouth. “A little more, baby, just a little more,” she murmured, pulling him to her pussy while she stimulated his ass with the crop.

Both of their moans filled the sultry air, drowning out the CD of sexy songs she’d made, as well as the noises from outside. She wondered briefly if anyone beyond the balcony could hear them, and she hoped so. She hoped all of the French Quarter could hear them making each other so hot.

And then his lips clamped tight around the swollen bud of her clit, and she thrust at him harder, and—oh God—it broke over her like a tidal wave, more consuming and overpowering than anything she’d ever experienced. She heard her own screams without being fully conscious of making a sound. The pleasure pulses were wild, drenching, filling her ears, her whole body—every limb seemed to vibrate with the intense waves.

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She lifted, attempting to pull her pussy away from his mouth because it was too much, she couldn’t take it, needed to let it pass and then recover—but Ty wouldn’t release her, following after her cunt until he was pressing her into the back of the couch to keep sucking at her clit. His insistence should have been something to be punished, but it dragged her orgasm out, longer, harder…
better
. Mmm, yes.

So when the flood inside her finally calmed and he drew back to kneel before her, she didn’t say anything about discipline. In fact, she could barely move. She felt limp and heavy, thoroughly fucked without having been fucked yet. Amazing.

Even more amazing was that Ty sat patiently waiting between her knees for his next instructions, suddenly her obedient little sex slave.

“Was it good?” he asked, looking as if he very sincerely hoped he’d pleased her. His face glistened with her wetness.

She nodded, still trying to come back to herself. “Are you ready for more?” she asked, maintaining her sultry voice.

“Oh
yeah
, baby. I’m ready for whatever you want, Mistress Mina.” She couldn’t keep a wicked little smile from spreading across her face. “My, my, aren’t you just a good little boy now? Maybe I should reward you.” His eyes sparkled with fresh anticipation. “How?”

“Go back to your chair, and maybe I’ll suck your cock.” 43

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Ty could barely breathe by the time he sat back down. His entire body felt on edge.

God, even his ass, from the way she’d rubbed him with the riding crop. He’d never felt anything like that. Had never even thought he’d want to. But Mistress Mina was teaching him a thing or two—just when he thought he knew everything there was to know about sex.

She slowly got to her feet, her fuck-me-now shoes accentuating those long, silky legs, leading up to her sweet little pussy, shaved so smooth. He didn’t think he’d ever been with a woman so incredible.

As for the bondage stuff—he’d been right, he liked being tied up. But he hadn’t even thought about issues like
discipline
coming with that, and that part…well, it wasn’t easy, but he’d decided to give himself over to it as much as possible, just for this one night. After all, he’d wanted this, hadn’t he? And like an answer to a wish, here was the mysterious Mina, bringing his fantasies to life and adding to the mix with her hot little commands and that sexy riding crop she used so well.

She walked toward him, her lush lips gleaming with the hint of a smile, and it was only then that he realized she must have reached into her bag of goodies when he wasn’t looking, because she held more rope in her hand. His stomach tightened with strange arousal to wonder what she was going to do with it, and to know he was pretty much at her mercy. At her mercy by choice, yes, but there wasn’t much a guy could do with his hands tied behind his back if he decided he wanted the game to end.

She kneeled between his thighs, looking delectable. He could still taste the sweet tang of her cunt—she’d been so wet, he felt like he was wearing her juices all over his face, and the sensation hardened his anxious cock all the more.

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Pressing one of his ankles back against the front leg of the chair, she began to tie him to it. Like before, when she’d bound his wrists, the harsh rope bit into his skin, pleasurable only because she was the one making it that way.

As she began her work on his other ankle, he couldn’t help asking, “I thought I was being good now. Why are you tying me up more?”

She flashed a naughty grin from beneath that sexy mask. “Just because you’re being good
now
doesn’t mean you won’t try to take over in five minutes.” She looked down at her work, circling the bottom of his left leg with more rope, pulling it snug with a motion he felt in his dick, and then raised her gaze to his again. “Besides, I like the way you look tied up.”

He didn’t answer, only felt his cock swell more.

As he watched her work, he thought about that mask of hers, wishing like hell she’d take it off, wondering why she was so adamant about not letting him see her.

Must be part of what turned her on about this hot little game, he decided.

He wasn’t sure why seeing her face mattered so much, but when she kissed him…

He couldn’t explain it to himself, but something about her felt so familiar, almost as if he knew her. But he didn’t think he’d forget having met Mistress Mina, so he dismissed the idea.

“Beg me to suck your cock,” she commanded.

At first, he’d felt weird about that—begging. But he’d grown more used to the discipline now, and even though he didn’t think he’d want to do this all the time, begging her to lower those lovely lips onto his erection wasn’t a challenge. “Please, Mistress Mina, suck my cock with your pretty, pretty mouth. Please suck me.” Kneeling low between his thighs, she surprised him by licking his balls, then dragging her moist tongue up his length. When she reached the tip, she hungrily licked off the heavy accumulation of fluid at the end. “Mmm,” she said. “Delicious.” 45

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He could have come right then, given all he’d endured so far, but no way was he ready to let himself go just yet. He had a feeling that sexy and mysterious Mina was just getting started on him.

“Tell me again,” she said.

“Please, baby, suck me. I want to be in your mouth so bad. I want to feel your sexy lips on me.”

Rising up slightly, she rested her elbows on his knees and slid her splayed hands upward on his thighs until her bared breasts came to rest around his hard-on. “Oh God,” he said on a moan.

“How about these?” she asked. “Would you like to feel these on your cock, too?” They were delectable, round and lush with the prettiest mauve nipples, which he couldn’t believe he hadn’t managed to get in his mouth yet. On his cock, though… That was even better. “Mmm,” he said, barely able to talk as he looked down at the titillating vision of the two soft mounds curving around his hard shaft. The stiff lace of her bra abraded his balls. “Yes, please.”

She lifted her hands to the round, white globes of flesh, pressing them more fully around his erection, her beads caught up and intertwining with her long, tapered fingers. As she began to softly slide her breasts up and down his cock, he shuddered and groaned—again so close to coming that he wondered how he was managing not to.

He was generally in firm control over that, but being with Mistress Mina changed things.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she purred, peering up at him.

“God, yeah.”

“Mistress Mina likes to please you when you’re a good boy.”

“Can I thrust?” he asked, fearing that if he did it without asking, it might suddenly put him in bad-boy land again, which he didn’t want at the moment. He was enjoying her attention too much.

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“Lightly,” she said, her voice a mere lilt, and he immediately began helping her, pushing his hungry cock up through her gorgeous breasts. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have use of his hands right now, so
he
could be the one holding her mounds around him. But he wasn’t complaining. Her pretty, tapered fingers, their nails painted a sexy blood red, looked hot as hell curving around her breasts. And this whole game had turned out to be even more arousing than he could have imagined.

“Now,” she said in that sexy voice of hers, “how bad do you want me to suck this big, hard cock?”

He looked down at the vision before him. His aching erection being pleasured between her beautiful breasts, her hot eyes glimmering through that sexy black mask, her pouty red lips teasing him with the possibilities. He let out everything he was thinking. “I want it
so
bad, Mistress Mina. So bad I can hardly breathe. I want to watch you suck me. I want to see how much of my cock you can take. I want to fuck your mouth the same way you fucked mine on the couch. Please suck me, Mina. Please.” Her eyes never left his as she rewarded him with a wicked little grin and poised her lips at the head of his erection. She licked a hot little circle around the tip, again taking the bead of moisture from the end and making him utter, “Oh yeah, baby.” Then she lowered her lovely lips over him, smooth, swift, taking an astounding portion of his length. He was well over eight sturdy inches and she’d just swallowed most of them. He could feel the tip of his hard-on touching the back of her throat, wet and warm as she held him there, as if showing him exactly what she could do with his cock.

Finally, after a breathtaking moment, she pulled back and began to move her mouth up and down on him, taking him almost as deep each time.

“That’s so good, baby.”

He let himself lift slightly, fucking her mouth just as he’d told her he wanted to. She didn’t object, or even flinch, and he loved her boldness, loved how much she enjoyed what she was doing.

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She continued delivering the luscious ministrations for what seemed a long and generous while, and he relished each and every second. More than once he tried to reach for her, to run his fingers through her hair, or to draw her down on him harder—

only to remember his hands were bound behind his back. He strained helplessly at the ropes, both frustrated and pleased by the harsh rub of them against his skin. But all the while she kept working over him, sucking him so thoroughly he thought he’d die of pleasure as he pumped up into her wet, lush little mouth, and by the time she released his shaft from the moist passage, he felt more enamored of the sensuous masked woman than he could easily understand. He wanted to tell her what a bad girl she was, and how much he loved that, but as her submissive slave tonight, he knew it wasn’t the time, so he held his tongue.

Finally pushing to her feet, she said, “Now it’s time for you to pleasure
me
some more.”

He gave her his most wicked grin. “Want me to lick that pretty pink pussy again, Mistress Mina?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m going to ride you instead.” With that, she lifted one leg over the chair, giving him an incredible view of her cunt, then circled his shaft with her fist, and lowered herself onto it with shocking ease.

They both moaned at the smooth, deep entry.

“You have a marvelous cock, Ty.” She leaned in to brush a sensuous kiss across his lips.

“You have a warm, wet, sweet little pussy,” he returned.

She bit her lip at the dirty compliment, sinking onto him a little farther, and he groaned.

“A very
deep
little pussy,” he added.

“Fortunate for you, yes? So that I can accommodate this very lengthy erection.”

“Does it feel good inside you?”

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She gave a languid nod. “So big and hard. You’re filling me.”

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Mistress Mina? I mean,
really
fuck me?
Really
ride me? Hard?”

He could have sworn the question turned her beaded nipples a little firmer before his eyes. “Is that what you want, Ty? To be tied up and fucked hard?” He simply nodded. That’s what he’d wanted before tonight, but now he wanted it more than he’d ever known possible. And he wanted it with her. His dominatrix, Mistress Mina of the Glittery Mask.

“Then I’m going to give you what you want, baby. I’m going to give it to you so good, going to make you come better than you ever have before.”

“I believe you,” he said. And he did.

Mia felt nearly undone. Still in control of the situation, yes, but on the inside, she was drowning in a passion so thick that it was all she could see, all she could feel.

Taking his cock into her mouth had been more fulfilling than with any other guy, ever, and although it had never been an activity she minded, with Ty, she could have kept going all night, just pleasuring him that way, just feeling the stretch of her mouth around his hardness and the way he’d slid himself in and out, so deep.

As for how far she’d managed to go down on him, it wasn’t that she was unusually skilled, only that she was so hot for him. And it was also because he was Ty—
her
Ty—

and she’d simply wanted to take every ounce of his perfect cock inside her in some way. Then…and now, too.

Lowering herself onto him just now had been more than incredible, an experience she’d literally awaited her whole life. Now, as she thrust downward, her arms around his neck, her clit meeting the flesh just above his erection, it felt…like coming home.

Possibly the corniest thought she’d had since high school, but there it was. It seemed at once new, yet familiar, like a thing that was supposed to happen, a place she was meant to be.

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She looked into his eyes and got even hotter, rubbing her clit against him as she rode him in tight, heated little circles, his cock doing just what she’d told him—filling her, so very well.

“I wish I could touch your breasts,” he said, and they both peered down at her pearled nipples. The globes of flesh felt heavy, achy, and she wished he could touch them, too.

“Suck them for me,” she whispered, their foreheads softly meeting.

He moved in for a hot kiss on her mouth, and then she arched for him, her Mardi Gras beads falling around the breast he sought as he bent to capture the pink nipple between his lips.

She let out a whimper at the added pleasure. As she moved on him, bucked against him, offering her breasts up to him, she felt wild, dirty, alive, free. Her beads bounced lightly on her skin. The tight lace of the bra that still framed her moved against her with each rhythmic stroke. The garters, too, stretching taut down her thighs and across her ass, provided more sweet, hot friction as she moved against Ty.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. She didn’t plan it, wasn’t being demanding Mistress Mina anymore. It just came out spontaneously, was simply what she wanted, needed.

His thrusts came harder in response, his mouth’s grip on her breast more intense.

“Yes,” she murmured, “
yes
.”

Everything inside her was rubbing together just the right way, and though she wasn’t normally a multiple orgasm sort of girl, she knew that tonight she
was
, and she also knew the second would be even better than the first, by the mere fact that he was inside her, the way she’d always fantasized. Of course, the mask and the ropes were
new
parts of the fantasy, but the lovely hard cock and the sucking of her breast, and the blond hair she ran her hands through—all that was the same. Only better. So much better.

“Yes, fuck me,” she whispered urgently. “Fuck me more. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 50

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This time the orgasm rose slow and steady, until she reached a point when she knew it was upon her, and she said, “Yes, now. Now, baby.” And it rocked her against him, filling her body with electricity at every hot lunge, vibrating through her like live wires whipping about. She cried out—loud, screaming cries—until finally the climax began to wane, leaving her to look into his eyes as he lifted his head from her breast.

Just as she’d anticipated, coming was even better that time. With him inside her.

Because you waited for it so long
, she told herself.
Because you’ve had a crush on him most of
your life.
That’s the only reason it had felt so…fulfilling, so profound. She had to believe that.

He continued to pump up into her and she could see, sense, that he was on the edge, too, and she wanted to feel Ty come in her, wanted to make him climax just as hard as she’d promised.