The Naughty Stuff(42)

“I know you’re not resisting me, are you? Because you know how I feel about that sort of behavior, don’t you?” I grunt.

She nods enthusiastically and breathlessly answers, “Yes, yes, I know the rules.”

“Yellow?” I ask, making sure she’s still up to the task.

“No, Sir. More, please,” she begs with her eyes tightly closed.

As soon as her cunt muscles start to pulsate, I push off of her and stand at the foot of the bed and stroke myself. Her eyes open and a look of bewilderment and frustration settles on her gorgeous face. Her eyebrows knit together when I remain silent to her unspoken question. When her mouth opens, I put my finger up to my mouth to shush her.

“Do. Not. Speak,” I state low and firm.

Her mouth closes and she swallows hard.

“Now, do you think you’re worthy of coming after the way you left me this morning without my permission?” I ask as I grip my shaft.

Her eyes move over my body and rest on my stroking motions, her tongue poking out and slicking her lips.

Getting irritated with her lack of response, I narrow my eyes at her and order her to respond. “You’re pushing my limits, Ms. Darcy. You know I don’t like waiting, so answer me.”

“No, I suppose I don’t,” she declares uneasily.

“Wrong answer,” I grumble.

She bites her bottom lip and writhes uncomfortably on the bed.

“I’ll permit you to try one more time before I’m forced to discipline your lack of a proper response,” I announce evenly, moving my hand over my cock faster.

She mumbles something incoherent and moans, and for a moment, I think she’s going to cry or yell, or both.

“Ms. Darcy…” I urge impatiently.

“No, I don’t deserve to come, Sir. But…”

“But what?” I ask tetchily.

“But I want you, Mr. Pettifor. Only you.”

Perfect. “That’s my good little pet.”

Climbing back on top of her, I spread her legs as wide as I can push them and thrust into her, my grunting and heavy breathing drowning out Bella’s moaning. I push further and further, delighting in the expression on Bella’s face. When her muscles begin to contract around my shaft at a frenzied pace, I’m unable to stop myself from coming.

I quickly pull out, the condom still around me and I dive into her pussy, trying to force an orgasm out of her. Pushing my fingers inside of her, I find her ridge and tug at it while I suck at her swollen pearl. She shrieks and thrashes momentarily before she releases and then stills. When I look up at her, her hair is a mess around her face and her breathing is ragged, and she’s a vision to behold – an image of sheer splendor. Once again she looks exhaustively fucked, just as she should.

I wobbly stand to my feet and remove the condom, then the belt around my beautifully dutiful princess. She remains motionless, her eyes watching my movements fixedly as her breathing gradually slows. The red marks left on her skin are impressive, as was her performance.

I make a fast trip to the bathroom to gather a wet washcloth to clean us both and when I return, Bella is curled up on her left side, sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake her, I dim the lights, spoon up behind her and pull her close against my chest. Fuck dinner plans. I just want to lie like this until the sun comes up.

Nuzzling my nose into her still damp hair, she smells of Bella, sweat, sex, and me. The combination is intoxicating and invigorating. I nip her neck and suck at it possessively thinking about my smell lingering on her skin and she whimpers softly.

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs, talking in her sleep.

“Yes, Bella, dream only of me my princess, only me,” I say softly in her ear, knowing she won’t remember a word I’ve said.

I close my eyes, lulled by the sound of my own heart beating, her slow and deep breathing, and the pounding of her heart against the palm of my hand. And there it is again – that feeling. I try to resist it, but it’s too late.

I’m falling, falling, falling deeper…





From The Art of Control





Yes, Mistress


Dylan

“I love you,” I whisper, not being able to hide my desire for her.

Isa’s smile fades and her eyes change color. Fuck yes. I know this look all too well.



Isabel

“Prove it,” I whisper.

Without hesitation, he slowly lowers himself to his knees and looks down at his hands resting on his thighs. My dear, sweet, occasionally submissive husband. God, I love this man. I raise his face and stare into eyes that are burning true blue.

“Lick me,” I command.

He reaches underneath my apron and unbuttons my pants and removes them, along with my panties. I lift one of my legs and rest my foot on his shoulder. Pushing me back against the counter, he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue finds its way and probes deep inside of me. Oh, that magical tongue and the things it does to me. He licks and sucks, sucks and nibbles and tongue fucks me like a champion. Grabbing the back of his head, I thrust into his face, smothering him. When he starts to get breathless, I pull back and allow him to catch his breath and recover. His face is shiny with my juices and I damn near come undone at the sight of my beautiful husband with a face full of my arousal. Eagerly, he pulls me forward and continues his attempt to devour me. I thrust towards him, over and over until he again becomes breathless