Mistress Mine by Samantha Cayto Read Free Book Online

the open
door, his arm resting on the frame. “Will I see you again, Mistress?” His voice
was low and thick.
    She swallowed hard. “Juliette. Out here, Juliette is fine,
and yes, you will. Are you free tomorrow night?” So much for slow! The question
was out before she could stop it. She held her breath, waiting for a reply.
    “Yes, I am,” he answered, then frowned. “Oh, maybe not. My
current assignment might go later tomorrow than planned.”
    She shoved her disappointment away. Of course the man had a
life. Work came before play, and his work was more important than most. “That’s
right, you’re with the FBI?”
    “Yes, ma’am, Special Agent Trey Boudreaux.” He didn’t offer
his hand to shake which was just as well given what they’d done minutes ago. It
would be too weird to step back to formality.
    “My last name’s Coyne,” she replied and reaching inside the
console beside her seat, took out a business card. “Let’s say we meet back here
tomorrow night at the same time. If you can’t make it, please call my mobile
number and we can reschedule. If you decide you want to, that is.” There it
was, her insecurity. She hadn’t had it all her life, only since Tom, the
rat-bastard.
    Trey raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I want to. If I have been
even a little bit unclear about how much I’ve enjoyed myself this evening,
Mistress Juliette, please allow me to rectify it right now.” He gestured toward
his still hard cock pressing against his pants. Then he looked at her card and
frowned. “You’re an accountant?”
    Juliette stiffened at the question. “Yes, why, do you have
something against bookkeeping?”
    Trey chuckled and slipped her card into his pocket. “No, I
guess I figured you’d have a more, uh, athletic career.”
    “You mean because I like to beat men?” She saw where he was
coming from. He shrugged and looked back at her sheepishly. Now, she chuckled.
“Like everyone else, I have my quiet, boring side. Anyway, being good with
numbers helps me keep track of how many times I strike your ass.” She gave him
a sly smile.
    He closed his eyes and moaned. “You are killing me.”
    “Good.” She pulled her door shut, started the engine and
rolled down the window. “Now, Trey, you will be a good sub and keep yourself
nice and hard for me until we meet again.”
    His eyes widened. “You mean I can’t give myself any relief?”
    She deliberately made her voice hard. “I mean that you, your
body, including your magnificent cock, belong to me for the next little while.
You will not touch yourself or rub yourself or let anyone else do it. You will
stay ready for me and only me. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, ma’am, and so we’re clear, there is no one else who is
touching my body right now. I’m all yours.”
    Juliette’s breath hitched at his declaration, but she didn’t
let him see how affected she was. “Damn right you are,” she concurred and
peeled away before she lost control and pulled the man into her car.
    * * * * *
    “Eight.” The word burst past Trey’s lips as pain shot
through his body. His Mistress wielded a crop this second night of play. It
gave a sting more potent than the flogger as it concentrated on a smaller
portion of his body. Because she made him count the strokes, there was no
chance, either, to relax into the rhythm of the beating. The drifting peace of
the previous night eluded him. Instead, his body was inflamed with pain from
the bite of the crop and the tiny clothespins digging into his nipples.
    “Nine,” he groaned as the crop slapped against his ass once
more. He yanked reflexively against his bonds. Once more, they were in the
stark room, his wrists manacled above his head. Nude, exposed, and under the
control of a woman he hardly knew, he had never felt more alive. It was not
unlike the heightened awareness that he had experienced when in battle. This
situation, however, made him feel safe and secure, as well. His raging hard-on
came not