My breath hitched in my throat as my now warm and sensitized
ass took this last blow. But the stinging pain was mixing with my arousal –
even amping it up. Hands still above my head, the darkness of the blindfold,
what would happen next? I waited, yearning for his touch, my world centered in
the spot between my legs.
A cool sensation at the side of my hip followed by the
sound of scissors slicing through fabric. Oh my God, he had cut my panties! Now
the other side before the silky damp cloth brushed against my swollen pussy and
was gone. At last, naked and craving the touch for my release.
The sound of his footsteps were becoming fainter. What
the hell? He’d left me. I could hear him in the kitchen and then the sound of
the refrigerator door opening. It was an eternity until he came back. I closed
my legs and squeezed them tight together. No, that didn’t work. It was only his
touch that would satisfy my yearning that was becoming an ache.
I sensed his body now in front of me. My body jerked
away from his fingers pressing something very cold against my nipple. An icy
trail of water from the ice cube licked its way to the underside of my breast.
Just as I began to enjoy the cold on my nipple, he switched sides.
Would he touch my inflamed clit with it? His foot
inserted itself between my feet and pushed, a silent command to spread my legs.
From my nipple, down my abdomen, the cold snaked its
way to my mons and to the hollow where my leg met my pussy. My muscles tensed
as I sighed. Yes! The ice touched my lip and grazed across the tip of my
swollen clit. Ahhh…
His cold fingers separated my lips and pushed into the
hotness of my core, deep and curling forward. My muscles clamped onto his
fingers, urging him for more. He pumped softly into me and then was gone. This
teasing was driving me wild with desire and there was nothing I could do about
it. My orgasm was entirely under his control.
His fingers brushed against my wrist and there was a
tug. He was releasing me. Surely, he must be as fired up as I was. He’d give me
what I needed.
My hands floated to my sides and I waited.
“Kneel.”
His hands grasped mine as I eased down to the floor,
the surface hard against my knees. My hands dropped to my sides as I waited for
his next command.
There was a swish and the aroma of leather and then a
brush of his hotness against my cheek. My lips parted and I turned my face,
seeking his cock.
I gasped when his fingers fisted in my hair forcing my
head to twist sideways.
“You will touch me, when I say you can and only then.
Do you understand, Mia?”
“Yes,” was my small reply. Oh God, this was making me
hotter still.
“You may suck it now.”
His hand still clutching my hair urged my head forward.
The pre-cum from his cock was like lipstick smeared across my lips…
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To be continued on Valentine’s Day. Sorry I’m making
you wait but I have work to do.
I jumped the gun on releasing Unicorn 3 and now
I have to spread the word.
And as if
that’s not enough I’m gearing up for the publication of Collateral Damage, a love
story in the BDSM genre, featuring a damaged Dominatrix who falls for a War Hero
Vet who returns home with serious scarring.
AND…I’m also continuing my full length novel called
WTF!! About a couple in their forties who reconnect in a crazy swinging way.
I know. So get back to WORK already!
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