Mistress Mine (11 page)

Breath heavy, his body flushed with his own arousal, Trey
reluctantly pulled back and stared down at his Mistress. Her chest heaved and
her body glistened with sweat. God, she was beautiful. He wanted her more than
ever, but the damn rings and her own words, or lack of them, kept him in check.
So he sat and waited, praying for patience.

“Take off the rings and replace them with a condom.” The
order came quickly, between pants. Juliette’s eyes remained closed.

Trey hesitated, afraid he heard only what he wanted to, then
mentally kicked himself into gear. Without leaving the bench, he reached down
to grab the bag and the box inside it for the rings. It was agony once more to
move the metal over his tortured flesh. The promise of release made him rush,
and he bit back a cry when he snagged the sensitive lip of his cock head with
the edge of one of the rings.

“Careful.” His Mistress had opened her eyes to mere slits
and watched him. “I want the erection inside me, and you are not to come before
I tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he bit out as the last of the rings came
off. It took no time to cover himself with the condom. He faced her, eyes down,
waiting for permission.

“Scoot closer to me. Put my legs over your thighs and place
the tip of you cock outside my pussy. Don’t put it in yet.”

He did as commanded and nestled his body against hers. His
body vibrated from the effort it took not to slam his cock home. But he didn’t
have permission, so he waited, and waited, and waited. His palms rested on her
thighs. His fingers squeezed her before he could stop them. Instead of
admonishment, his Mistress chuckled.

“Okay. Slide it in, slowly.” His cock entered her hot, tight
pussy. He half moaned, half sighed at the feeling. “Stop.” Gritting his teeth,
he did. His cock pulsed, his balls were pulled tight against his body, aching
for release. He worked hard to steady his breathing, holding onto control with
a tenuous grip, but he was doing it.

“Now, my dear sub. Slam it home!” He did, even before the
words were completely out of her mouth. He pushed his cock to the hilt, lifting
her legs higher as he did so. “Yes, that’s it,” she encouraged him. “Lift me
up, push harder, push faster.”

Complying was easy, fantastically easy, and oh so exciting.
Lifting her legs up and pushing them back toward her chest, Trey dove deeper
into Juliette’s willing body. Clasping her thighs closer to him, he levered
himself up with straining quads and calves to thrust as she had commanded.
Harder and faster, he drove them both higher and closer to climax. His
sphincter clamped down on the plug that filled him and urged him to greater
heights of pleasure. His body hummed and vibrated with the need to come. He
grunted against the strain of holding it back. Eyes closed, jaw clenched, he
worked his Mistress’s body, felt her release, heard her scream.

Juliette’s cunt gripped his cock, taunting him to join her,
yet no command came. She thrashed against his hold and with a keening cry, came
again. God, he howled his frustration, felt his control slip, and just as he
meant to beg for release, permission came. So did he. Blood roared in his ears,
the room spun around his tightly shut eyes. Intense pleasure burst inward from
his ass and out of his cock, right into his Mistress’s sweet, grasping pussy.
He held onto her body and pumped himself dry. When he was done, he quickly rid
himself of the condom and slumped over her body, head pillowed between her
breasts. Her heart beat quickly against her chest. He heard it, felt it and
reveled in causing it. Her labored breath matched his own. He could have easily
stayed where he was all night, but there was one thing he craved still.

Lifting his head, he asked his Mistress a favor. “Please let
me release you so I can feel your arms wrapped around me.”

Her eyes were closed and remained so, but she nodded. He wasted
no time in freeing her from the restraints, careful to massage her arms as she
had done for him. His reward was having those arms embrace him, allowing him
once more to place his head between her breasts.

Juliette could have stayed in that position forever, the
heavy weight of Trey’s satiated body pressing her to the bench. But her back
was starting to protest, so she patted his ass. “Time to get up.” He lifted his
head and gave her a sloppy grin, one that told her everything she needed to
know. Her sub had enjoyed his little sojourn as a Dom, and more importantly had
enjoyed having his ass plugged.

He sat up, pulling her gently into his arms and kissed her,
his lips and tongue giving testament to his gratitude. When he finally let her
go, he said, “I hope that wasn’t too insolent, Mistress. I couldn’t resist the
urge.”

She traced his lips with her finger tip. “I’m willing to let
it slide given how well you obeyed me this evening, both in here and out
there.”

Trey frowned. “It was hard, I have to admit. I didn’t like
leaving you with that little shit and I didn’t like restraining you.”

She ran her fingers through his tussled hair, unable to keep
her hands off her sub. Had she really let him go? What an idiot she’d been. “I
know it was hard, but you did it because I demanded it of you.” She took a deep
breath and let it out harshly. “And it was something I knew you could handle.
That’s part of my job as a Domme, knowing what you can handle, and knowing what
you can’t.” She pressed a simple kiss against his mouth before hugging him
close. “I’m sorry about the other night. I let you down. I knew you weren’t
ready to be pegged. I should never have pushed you so hard and fast.”

Trey held her in a tight grip. “No, I’m the one who is
sorry. I should have trusted you more. I promised to obey and I’m the one who
let you down.”

Juliette frowned against his skin before pushing him away.
She ignored the startled look on his face and disentangled her body from his.
Standing with all the grace of a newly born foal, she rounded on her sub and
barked out orders. “On your knees, boy, right here, right now!” She pointed to
the floor in front of her and watched her sub push off the bench with a speed
and fluidity that had her smiling inwardly. Outwardly she kept her expression stern.
When Trey knelt in front of her, hands behind his back, eyes cast down, she
laid down the law.

“I’m only going to remind you one more time. When we play
together, I’m the one in charge. It’s my responsibility, my privileged to make
the decisions for both of us. I let my past with Tom influence how I treated
you and that’s what I’m apologizing for. I should never have let that happen,
and I promise you it won’t happen again. You needn’t give the matter another
thought because it’s not your job to think. You obey, that’s it. And, when I
decide it’s time for you to take it up the ass, you will. Are we clear on
this?”

A grin popped out on his face and disappeared quickly, but
not quick enough that she didn’t see it. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Excellent.” She suppressed her own grin. “Now I’m in the
mood to redden that plugged ass of yours. Get up and face the bench, bend down
and put your hands flat on it. Don’t you dare let your cock touch anything.”

He was already erect, ready for another round. Maybe she’d
give him some relief, maybe not. She had all night to decide, maybe all week.
Hell, if she allowed, she could picture spending the rest of her life with this
man. But she was getting ahead of herself, again. For now, she thought reaching
into the bag and pulling up her favorite flogger, it was time to play.

Epilogue

Trey was a fool, an idiot, an imbecile. Christ, there wasn’t
a good enough word in the English language to describe a man who had been
stupid enough to resist the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain he felt at that
moment. His Mistress, Juliette, thrust into his ass with increasing vigor. She
had been so gentle and careful at first, but now he urged her on, pressing back
against her thrusts as much as his restraints would allow. His cock jutted out,
unrestrained, yearning for release. He could almost come from the pressure on
his prostate alone. He closed his eyes and grunting against a ball gag,
surrendered to the sensations bombarding his body.

His Mistress dug her nails into his hips, her breath hot and
heavy against his neck. She would come soon, he knew her so well. After six
months of play, how could he not? How could he not love her? He had said the
words right before she had stifled his voice with the gag. She had smiled and
repeated them back. Then she had told him she would show him how much she loved
him by fucking his ass. Words that would have terrified him such a short time
ago, only served to quicken his blood, heighten his arousal, and stretch his
cock. He had been ready, finally, and she had known it because she was his
Mistress. She had command of his body and his orgasm. God, when would she give
him his release?

Her body trembled against his. A keening cry tore from her
lips. His voice joined hers as his body longed to do. With a final lunge, she
filled his body and reached around to grab his cock in her hot grasp. She
squeezed and yanked and ordered.

“Come for me, baby, come with me.”

His body exploded, jerking against the restraints, shoving
back against the hardness invading his ass. He was wild, mindless, out of
control with the intensity of coming. Yet his Mistress held him close. She let
him fall into the abyss sure in the knowledge that she was there for him,
keeping him safe. When the last of the tremors died down, he hung limply. He
grunted in dismay when she pulled out, leaving him feeling vaguely empty. When
she released the gag, he gave her a sloppy grin.

“Can we do that again?”

She rolled her eyes. “In a few days, once I’m sure you’re
not too sore.”

“I like being sore.”

She groaned as she released his arms. “You’ve become quite
the pain slut.”

“Mmm,” he concurred, pulling her into his weak arms, hugging
her close. “And, a pegging slut, if tonight is anything to go by. All thanks to
you, Mistress. I’m just sorry we couldn’t do this at Unfettered.”

Helping him stagger out of her spare room, Juliette sighed.
“I know what you mean. It would have been poetic to consummate this last act
where it all began.” She frowned as they entered her bedroom. “Weird how it
closed up so quickly. The building looked as if the club had never been there.”

“Weird,” he agreed. They sat on the edge of her bed, his ass
stinging in protest. His cock twitched. Man, would he ever get enough of this
woman and what she did to his body? Looking into her beautiful eyes, so full of
concern for him, he realized he wouldn’t. He reached up and cupped her chin
with his palm, gazed back at her. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve got the beginnings
of a fine dungeon right here. Maybe we can do some shopping online this weekend
and pick up some more, um, furniture.”

Her face lit up. “That’s a lovely idea.”

He lowered his eyes, afraid he might be going a little too
far, yet unable to stop himself. “Maybe you could clear out a dresser drawer
and make a little room in your closet, you know so that I can sleep over and go
to work directly from here?” He raised his gaze and let out his breath.

Juliette still smiled. “An even better idea.”

“I haven’t overstepped my bounds, have I, Mistress?”

Entwining her arms around his neck, she kissed him sweetly.
“You could never do that, and I won’t ever again be worried that you would even
try. You are a man made for submission, and I’m the right woman to put you
there and keep you there.” She pulled him in for another kiss.

Relieved, relaxed and trusting, Trey once again relinquished
control.

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