Page 2 of Playing Dirty

“Yes, what?” Her voice cracks with a razor-sharp edge.

“Yes, Mistress.” Shit. I’m only one minute in and already fucking this up. “Sorry.”

“I see you’re ready for me like I requested.” Her voice gets closer and closer, only I don’t hear her footsteps. I’m guessing she’s taken off her shoes. Bummer. I was looking forward to seeing those next to my ears as I folded her in half and pounded into her. Maybe next time.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’m very glad to hear it.”

The sheet draped over my lap, hiding my very hard, already leaking cock, slides slowly down my legs. Feeling the soft material skate across my skin makes me shiver, and goosebumps pepper my whole body as I’m fully exposed to the open air of the slightly chilly room.

“Before I came up, I checked to see that you made your payment to one of the charities I suggested. But I also noticed you made quite a large donation to a second one.” She keeps talking, and I have to force myself to pay attention to what she’s saying, but it’s hard. I’m hard. “Can I ask why you paid double for tonight?”

I’m a little surprised and a whole lot dumbfounded. “How?”

“I have my ways.” Her chuckle makes my dick twitch. “Now, explain,” she orders as she runs the tips of her fingernails up my calf, sending goosebump shivers over me again.

I force out a cough to clear my throat, also to clear my brain that’s foggy and lust-filled because of her touch. “Your messages about the charities made me think you were invested in both, and once I read more about them, I understood why. So, I made donations to both, one just happened to be anonymous.”

“Well, I appreciate that very much.” Her hand presses lightly against my shin, then slides up to my knee, then even higher onto my thigh. There’s no way she can’t see what she’s doing to me. “I guess that good gesture deserves an award. What do you think?”

Oh, yes, please. “Whatever the Mistress wishes,” my voice cracks in response.

“Good answer, my pet.”

The bed shifts at my left hip as she crawls up beside me. I feel one knee press into the mattress, and then the other, and before I know what’s happening, I feel her tongue trace the underside of my dick. And before I can even take a breath, her mouth closes around me, taking almost all of me in one warm, heavenly descent.

“Holy fuck!” I shout as my hips buck.

A growl comes from her, and I feel the tight grip of her sharp nails clutching my thigh in warning. It’s a nonverbal ‘behave or the reward will be over.’

“Yes, Mistress” is all I can think to say as I curl my toes and ball my fists since they are the only two body parts I can move without the fear of interrupting what is happening below my waistline.

Heaven. And. Hell.

Her lips on me are heaven and hell. I’m up on the clouds but somehow simultaneously burning hot amidst the flames of torture.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I feel the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. The nerves in my lower back start to tingle, my balls feel tighter and heavier than I can ever remember them being, and even though I’m blindfolded, I can see the darkness closing in on me.

Feeling a sense of losing consciousness and grabbing a live wire at the same time, I can’t hold back. I come so hard. A bright light flashes behind my eyelids as the wave crashes over me, and I shout, “Mistress! Yes! Fuck!”

Every drop I give her, she takes with ease. I hear her hum of pleasure as I empty what feels like a lifetime of built-up pressure. Then, with gentle licks like a soft kitten, she cleans my miraculously still hard cock.

It’s a good thing he’s not done because I’m nowhere near finished with my Mistress.

The bed shifts again as I feel her moving around, and I realize she’s crawling up between my spread legs. “How was that for an award?”

“I think you deserve a blue ribbon,” I huff out as I catch my breath and attempt to get my heart rate back down to somewhere near normal. “You get an A-plus in my book.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Her tiny chuckle is back. “I only do that for special occasions, so you should feel very lucky.”

“Oh, believe me,” my hips involuntarily twitch as she places her hands on my thighs again, “I know I’m very lucky to be here.”

“Are you ready for part two of our evening, my pet?” Her hands are now pressed into the mattress at my sides as she lowers her body against mine. “If you liked that, I think what I have in mind next will really make you happy you invited me here.”

“Whatever pleases you, Mistress.” I rattle the handcuffs that have me attached to the headboard above me. “I’m here for whatever you wish.”

CHAPTER THREE

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