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own heartbeat in my ears. I love him so much and I want him to be pleased with my acquiescence and total submission.
I’m purring softly, yearning to be fucked. Dylan lies next to me and starts brushing my hair, his engorged prick pressing against my thigh. I turn my face to the side and gaze at him dreamily. He’s smiling devilishly at me and I’m not quite sure what to make of his expression. I watch him cautiously, knowing that my sadistic Master isn’t done playing with me yet. His eyes betray his need to give me more pain and I wait patiently until he decides to give me more.
“You belong to me, Isabel,” he says out of nowhere.
He’s not telling me something I don’t already know.
“You’re my property and I want you marked as such.”
Here we go with this again. My belly flutters with nervousness at the thought of being marked. What exactly does he mean by that anyway? Another piercing? A tattoo? What? Though the thought of being marked for Dylan is sexy as hell and I’m excited at the idea of it, I’ll be damned if I’m getting my clit pierced. Screw that business . My little tingly friend is off limits.
I smile at him and he digs his fingers into my ass, making me cry out in pain. His devious smirk widens and he licks and bites his bottom lip.
“Are you going to answer me?” he says.
“I didn’t think that was a question,” I respond.
Dylan’s eyes gleam and dilate. “It wasn’t.”
Leaning into my ear, he licks the crook, his lusty breath driving me insane.
“Master, please…” I purr.
“Please, what? ” Dylan teases.
“I want you inside of me,” I beg.
“Not yet. I’m not done with you. I want to see that lush ass turn blood red,” he whispers into my ear.
He moves on top of me and breaches my wet entrance with his fingers, only to withdraw them, leaving me slick and uncomfortable. Without warning, the wooden brush is slapped on my butt again. He swats it time and time again, the blood rushing to the surface, sending my mind reeling. Holy stars and stripes, I swear to Mother Mary I can actually see stars as I close my eyes tightly. I’m near the limit of my pain tolerance. Just a little more. I want just a little more.
“ More, Master, more,” I mewl.
Dylan’s breathing quickens and he straddles my thighs.
“Fuck, Isa, you look so God damned exquisite right now,” he groans.
I lift my ass up as high as it will go and the peak of my orgasm washes over me, my body shuddering with release. He wallops me one last time and I teeter on the edge of ecstasy and agony. My body flushes and heats from the inside out, but the warm rush turns to a cold chill and I start to shake uncontrollably. I try to say the word that will stop it all, but Dylan reads my body language and stops . I’m thankful because I can’t take anymore. I’ve had my fill of pain for the night.
I wail into the bed and float up above myself. My mind and heart are racing and I feel weightless and serene. When I open my eyes, Dylan has untied me and pulled me into the fetal position onto his lap. I’m covered with his body and his face is hidden in my neck.
“Oh, how I love to watch you fly, my precious angel,” he breathes into my ear.
Those words… they comfort me and exhaustion sweeps me away.
Tease & Denial
From Becoming Sir
Unruly
When Sawyer turned to face Kate, her toned and muscular body was gloriously naked, her bronze skin glowing under the yellow-gold lighting. It was hard for him not to appreciate such a fine specimen even if she wasn’t his type. Sitting in the chair, her legs were spread wide as she fingered herself.
Dylan motioned with his head toward Kate. “Did you give her permission to do that to herself?”
“I most certainly did not.”
“Deal with it,” Dylan instructed.
Sawyer grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs and strode over to her, gripping her wrist and pulling her fingers out of her glistening pussy.
“Enough of that,” he
I’m purring softly, yearning to be fucked. Dylan lies next to me and starts brushing my hair, his engorged prick pressing against my thigh. I turn my face to the side and gaze at him dreamily. He’s smiling devilishly at me and I’m not quite sure what to make of his expression. I watch him cautiously, knowing that my sadistic Master isn’t done playing with me yet. His eyes betray his need to give me more pain and I wait patiently until he decides to give me more.
“You belong to me, Isabel,” he says out of nowhere.
He’s not telling me something I don’t already know.
“You’re my property and I want you marked as such.”
Here we go with this again. My belly flutters with nervousness at the thought of being marked. What exactly does he mean by that anyway? Another piercing? A tattoo? What? Though the thought of being marked for Dylan is sexy as hell and I’m excited at the idea of it, I’ll be damned if I’m getting my clit pierced. Screw that business . My little tingly friend is off limits.
I smile at him and he digs his fingers into my ass, making me cry out in pain. His devious smirk widens and he licks and bites his bottom lip.
“Are you going to answer me?” he says.
“I didn’t think that was a question,” I respond.
Dylan’s eyes gleam and dilate. “It wasn’t.”
Leaning into my ear, he licks the crook, his lusty breath driving me insane.
“Master, please…” I purr.
“Please, what? ” Dylan teases.
“I want you inside of me,” I beg.
“Not yet. I’m not done with you. I want to see that lush ass turn blood red,” he whispers into my ear.
He moves on top of me and breaches my wet entrance with his fingers, only to withdraw them, leaving me slick and uncomfortable. Without warning, the wooden brush is slapped on my butt again. He swats it time and time again, the blood rushing to the surface, sending my mind reeling. Holy stars and stripes, I swear to Mother Mary I can actually see stars as I close my eyes tightly. I’m near the limit of my pain tolerance. Just a little more. I want just a little more.
“ More, Master, more,” I mewl.
Dylan’s breathing quickens and he straddles my thighs.
“Fuck, Isa, you look so God damned exquisite right now,” he groans.
I lift my ass up as high as it will go and the peak of my orgasm washes over me, my body shuddering with release. He wallops me one last time and I teeter on the edge of ecstasy and agony. My body flushes and heats from the inside out, but the warm rush turns to a cold chill and I start to shake uncontrollably. I try to say the word that will stop it all, but Dylan reads my body language and stops . I’m thankful because I can’t take anymore. I’ve had my fill of pain for the night.
I wail into the bed and float up above myself. My mind and heart are racing and I feel weightless and serene. When I open my eyes, Dylan has untied me and pulled me into the fetal position onto his lap. I’m covered with his body and his face is hidden in my neck.
“Oh, how I love to watch you fly, my precious angel,” he breathes into my ear.
Those words… they comfort me and exhaustion sweeps me away.
Tease & Denial
From Becoming Sir
Unruly
When Sawyer turned to face Kate, her toned and muscular body was gloriously naked, her bronze skin glowing under the yellow-gold lighting. It was hard for him not to appreciate such a fine specimen even if she wasn’t his type. Sitting in the chair, her legs were spread wide as she fingered herself.
Dylan motioned with his head toward Kate. “Did you give her permission to do that to herself?”
“I most certainly did not.”
“Deal with it,” Dylan instructed.
Sawyer grabbed a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs and strode over to her, gripping her wrist and pulling her fingers out of her glistening pussy.
“Enough of that,” he
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