She kneeled between his thighs, looking delectable. He could still taste the sweet tang of her cunt—she’d been so wet, he felt like he was wearing her juices all over his face, and the sensation hardened his anxious cock all the more.
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Pressing one of his ankles back against the front leg of the chair, she began to tie him to it. Like before, when she’d bound his wrists, the harsh rope bit into his skin, pleasurable only because she was the one making it that way.
As she began her work on his other ankle, he couldn’t help asking, “I thought I was being good now. Why are you tying me up more?”
She flashed a naughty grin from beneath that sexy mask. “Just because you’re being good now doesn’t mean you won’t try to take over in five minutes.” She looked down at her work, circling the bottom of his left leg with more rope, pulling it snug with a motion he felt in his dick, and then raised her gaze to his again. “Besides, I like the way you look tied up.”
He didn’t answer, only felt his cock swell more.
As he watched her work, he thought about that mask of hers, wishing like hell she’d take it off, wondering why she was so adamant about not letting him see her.
Must be part of what turned her on about this hot little game, he decided.
He wasn’t sure why seeing her face mattered so much, but when she kissed him…
He couldn’t explain it to himself, but something about her felt so familiar, almost as if he knew her. But he didn’t think he’d forget having met Mistress Mina, so he dismissed the idea.
“Beg me to suck your cock,” she commanded.
At first, he’d felt weird about that—begging. But he’d grown more used to the discipline now, and even though he didn’t think he’d want to do this all the time, begging her to lower those lovely lips onto his erection wasn’t a challenge. “Please, Mistress Mina, suck my cock with your pretty, pretty mouth. Please suck me.” Kneeling low between his thighs, she surprised him by licking his balls, then dragging her moist tongue up his length. When she reached the tip, she hungrily licked off the heavy accumulation of fluid at the end. “Mmm,” she said. “Delicious.” 45
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He could have come right then, given all he’d endured so far, but no way was he ready to let himself go just yet. He had a feeling that sexy and mysterious Mina was just getting started on him.
“Tell me again,” she said.
“Please, baby, suck me. I want to be in your mouth so bad. I want to feel your sexy lips on me.”
Rising up slightly, she rested her elbows on his knees and slid her splayed hands upward on his thighs until her bared breasts came to rest around his hard-on. “Oh God,” he said on a moan.
“How about these?” she asked. “Would you like to feel these on your cock, too?” They were delectable, round and lush with the prettiest mauve nipples, which he couldn’t believe he hadn’t managed to get in his mouth yet. On his cock, though… That was even better. “Mmm,” he said, barely able to talk as he looked down at the titillating vision of the two soft mounds curving around his hard shaft. The stiff lace of her bra abraded his balls. “Yes, please.”
She lifted her hands to the round, white globes of flesh, pressing them more fully around his erection, her beads caught up and intertwining with her long, tapered fingers. As she began to softly slide her breasts up and down his cock, he shuddered and groaned—again so close to coming that he wondered how he was managing not to.
He was generally in firm control over that, but being with Mistress Mina changed things.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she purred, peering up at him.
“God, yeah.”
“Mistress Mina likes to please you when you’re a good boy.”
“Can I thrust?” he asked, fearing that if he did it without asking, it might suddenly put him in bad-boy land again, which he didn’t want at the moment. He was enjoying her attention too much.
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“Lightly,” she said, her voice a mere lilt, and he immediately began helping her, pushing his hungry cock up through her gorgeous breasts. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to have use of his hands right now, so he could be the one holding her mounds around him. But he wasn’t complaining. Her pretty, tapered fingers, their nails painted a sexy blood red, looked hot as hell curving around her breasts. And this whole game had turned out to be even more arousing than he could have imagined.
“Now,” she said in that sexy voice of hers, “how bad do you want me to suck this big, hard cock?”
He looked down at the vision before him. His aching erection being pleasured between her beautiful breasts, her hot eyes glimmering through that sexy black mask, her pouty red lips teasing him with the possibilities. He let out everything he was thinking. “I want it so bad, Mistress Mina. So bad I can hardly breathe. I want to watch you suck me. I want to see how much of my cock you can take. I want to fuck your mouth the same way you fucked mine on the couch. Please suck me, Mina. Please.” Her eyes never left his as she rewarded him with a wicked little grin and poised her lips at the head of his
