The Naughty Stuff(19)

“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 grumbled.

Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles. She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.

“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.

With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.

“I’m a fast learner, Kate,” he smirked.

Kneeling in front of her, the smell of Kate’s musky perfume and pussy wafted past his nose, urging him forward, and Sawyer felt the sudden impulse to tease her. He leaned down and licked the inside of her thigh just above her knee while his hands secured her ankles. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Sawyer nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, thrusting her hips forward the closer Sawyer got to her pussy.

“Lick me… more,” she demanded, her voice breathy and needy.

He didn’t like being told what to do, even if he was new at it. “You’ll get more when I see fit,” he stood boldly.