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deeper into her. He fucked her as thoroughly as possible with the vibrator, nearly inserting his fingers up inside her along with it.
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“Oh God, yes!” she yelled then. “Yes, yes, yes, baby—God, oh God, yeah!” She fucked both his mouth and the vibrator hard, pumping, pumping, filling him with so much satisfaction as she came that he rose up, shoved her to her back on the couch, and buried his cock in her in one brutal thrust.
They both let out ferocious moans and Ty didn’t move, just kept her pinned there beneath him, around him, enjoying the simple, feral pleasure of having taken back full control.
When she finally came down from the high, she looked pleasantly spent, filling him with masculine pride. “How was your orgasm, Mistress Mina?” She gave him a scolding, angry sort of smile. “Excellent, naughty boy. But you’re going to be severely punished for your insistence on licking me.” He lowered a soft, tiny kiss to her nipple, then gazed up at her, delivering a wicked grin. “Maybe I’ve decided I’m through being a good boy. Maybe I’ve decided to change the rules of our little game.”
He had no idea how she would react, but he could tell from her sharp intake of breath that his switch to dominance fueled her excitement.
Even so, she pushed him away and got to her feet before him, so that he was looking up into her smooth-shaven cunt. He watched her cross the room, loving the way she walked around with her breasts and pussy exposed, all the while leaving on her super-sexy lingerie and those fuck-me heels, which he thought he might be officially developing a fetish for, now that he’d actually licked one of them.
“What if I say the game is over then? Meaning the sex is over?” she snapped, turning to face him.
Ah, so she was excited, but resisting it. He knew he was playing with fire, but gave her a truthful answer, still flashing his most devilish look. “I don’t think that’s going to happen. I don’t think you can say no.”
She looked defiant. “What makes you so sure?”
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“Your pussy’s too wet. Your nipples are too pointed. And you might be able to hide your face from me, but you can’t hide the excitement in your eyes.”
“Lie down on the couch. On your stomach,” she said, her voice all business.
“No.”
She looked stalwart, angry, and he suddenly understood—if he took all her power away, all her control, it changed everything she was—or at least everything she’d chosen to be for him. When her expression turned into something new, giving him the idea that she felt a little lost, maybe didn’t know what to do, it tore at his heart a little.
He realized he needed to meet her halfway, so he spoke gently. “Tell me something, Mina.”
He saw her swallow, but her answer still came strong. “What?”
“Have you ever been tied up?”
She hesitated, then shook her head.
“Would you like to be?”
She didn’t answer.
“After you tied me up the other night, can you tell me, in all honesty, that you didn’t wonder how it felt to be on the other side?” Still no response, but her pink nipples stayed tautly erect, and her eyes glittered with passion.
He dropped his voice even lower. “Let me show you. Give me the power, just this once. Trust me.”
She spent a long moment considering the request, then finally took a few steps back toward him, her sexy heels clicking across the floor. “Promise me that in the end, you’ll let me…have my way.”
“Define that for me, Mina.”
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He blinked, mulling over the bargain. If she was willing to bend for him like this, couldn’t he give her a little something back in return? “Sure,” he finally said. “Okay.” She gave a short nod, unsmiling, then strolled back across the room with her pretty ass partially on display beneath that lovely garter belt. She returned a moment later carrying some familiar lengths of rope in her hand, only more of it than last time.
“You’ll need this,” she said softly.
“Indeed I will,” he replied, a whole new sort of desire humming through him. He was about to tie her up, about to take her someplace as new as the places she’d been taking him.
“Lie down on the couch,” he said, rising from it. “On your stomach.” Just like she’d wanted him.
Mia obeyed, then watched over her shoulder as Ty placed one knee between her legs on the couch and reached for her arms, pulling them gently behind her. She waited as he proceeded to tie her wrists tightly together, unable to deny the excitement that coursed through her at the gnawing of the rope against her skin, at the sense of being truly confined by her lover, her Ty. She couldn’t quite believe she’d agreed to this, but even as helpless as she’d felt having to give up her power, she’d wanted this, too—
wanted to just give herself over to him, in every way.
Next he kneeled beside the couch to bind her ankles together, just as firmly. A part of her began to wonder just exactly what he planned to do to her, how helpless he wanted to make her. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the bizarrely pleasurable tingle in her cunt at knowing she was totally and completely at his mercy.
“What now?” she asked, her heart beating harder than she wanted it to.
He leaned near her ear and whispered, “Now I’m going to whip your firm little ass, just like you whipped mine the other night.”
Her pussy seized slightly beneath her at the threat which, at the moment, sounded more like a promise, something she wanted.
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The first strike of the riding crop was insignificant, just a pleasant little tap on her sensitized skin. The second and third were much the same—just enough to rouse her, to make her a little wetter