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shackles at
each bed post. His arms and legs were stretched taut again enough to make him
ache. His arousal had never been so great. He didn’t doubt that without the
cock harness, he might very well have come already. He loved the idea too, as
he always had, of the woman being on top and in control. Never before had a
woman done it without his urging. The freedom of not having to worry about what
to do added to his pleasure in an indescribable way.
    “Trey, look at me.”
    The sharp command jerked him out of his thoughts. He turned
his head toward his Mistress, and once his gaze locked with hers, she stripped
down to join him. Her movements were slow, calculated. First she lowered the
side zipper of her dress, then let the top slide down her arms, down past her
breasts. His breath hitched when he saw her hard, dusky nipples freed. He
licked his lips. Would she ever give him a taste? God, he hoped so. As the
dress dropped down to the floor, his attention shifted to her plump mons and
the swatch of curls he was already acquainted with. His stomach clenched when
he realized she had been panty-less during his beating.
    His Mistress smiled at him. She held up one finger as if to
silence him and wagged it. His gaze now fixed at that point, he watched her run
the finger down between her breasts, past her stomach and through her curls. A
low moan escaped him when the finger dipped between her folds and disappeared.
Her hand moved up and down. His hips bucked in sympathetic rhythm. She took a
piece of her lower lip between her teeth and moaned back at him.
    “Fuck, fuck!” he panted. His cock strained ineffectively
within the harness. It felt as if it would burst. The ache in his balls spread
up his body.
    His Mistress pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. “Okay,
sweet boy,” she cooed.
    Taking her finger away from her clit, she stepped out of her
dress and dug into her bag. Out popped a condom in her hand. Trey almost wept
from relief. Finally! She sauntered over to him and climbed up on the bed.
Kneeling beside him, she took her time giving him what he desperately wanted.
Her fingers played across the tops of those damnable pins torturing his aroused
flesh. He gritted his teeth against the pain. When she pulled the first one
off, a howl ripped past his lips.
    “Oh, yes, my darling,” his Mistress crooned. “That’s what I
like. Let me hear how much pain you’re in. It makes my pussy weep. See how wet
you’ve made me already.”
    Trey’s gaze lowered to drink in the sight of her glistening
mons and slick inner thighs. So transfixed was he by her obvious arousal, he
barely noticed his own agony and the ensuing cries of his own voice as she
freed his cock and balls from the remaining pins. He panted like a dog when she
was done, yet his gaze never wandered and his mind focused on the promise of
sliding into all that wet heat beckoning him.
    Juliette teased the underside of his cock and squeezed his
balls for a short while. He hissed and bucked throughout the playful assault.
Small grunts passed his lips until she undid the straps and freed his package.
He sighed, then growled when finally she unwrapped the condom down his length.
    His Mistress studied her handiwork for a few seconds before
looking into his eyes. “Shall I straddle you now, Trey? Shall I place your cock
against the entrance of my cunt?”
    “Yes, please, Mistress.” It was a strain to speak. He wanted
to howl again instead.
    “Very well.” Her tone was soft and matter-of-fact, but there
was an underlying breathlessness to it. She was not as cool and in control as
she wanted him to believe. The knowledge added to his heat. He wanted to have
that effect on her.
    She did as promised and with her legs clamped firmly against
his thighs, she poised him at her entrance. “Shall I slide your cock into my
pussy? I’m very hot and very wet, you know. And tight.” To emphasize her words,
she squeezed his rod with her fingers.
    He bucked up, trying to push