Mistress Mine by Samantha Cayto Read Free Book Online Page A

only from the adrenaline rush, but also from the stimulation of the
pain. There was no question that he was a submissive and a masochist. His cock
had been in various stages of hardness since the previous night. Every pinch,
slap, poke and prod from his Mistress made his rod harder, his balls more achy
and his slit weep with pre-cum.
    “T-ten.” That was it. He had done it. Ten strokes and he
would get a reward. He didn’t know yet what it was. He wasn’t worried, though.
His Mistress would tell him what she wanted him to know when she wanted him to
know it. All he had to do was endure and obey. It was Heaven on Earth.
    “Good boy,” his Mistress cooed, her cool fingers wiping
across his brow. “Time to get you down. First we’ll remove the clips. Take a
deep breath, darling, this will hurt much more than they did going on.”
    Sharp agony ripped through his chest when first one clip
came off and then the other. Trey yelled and gulped in air. He gritted his
teeth against the pain, then he hardly noticed it. The effect was muted by
warmth that gripped his cock below the base of the head. His Mistress squeezed
and tugged his erection with one hand, while the other kneaded blood back into
his nipples. He moaned long and low, his head thrown back, his fingers curled
into fists. But there was no relief for him yet. Instead of continuing her cock
massage, his Mistress stood up and released his wrists. He grimaced and swayed
as she lowered his arms, rubbing the muscles. Her smaller body bolstered his
until he was steady on his feet once more.
    “Time for your reward,” she whispered, her breath tickling
his ear. “Follow me.”
     
    Juliette turned and walked over to the chair. Her body
hummed with arousal. Trey had taken a good amount of pain, had been a good
little sub and now he would know how much she appreciated his behavior. Turning
again, she watched him approach. His steps were steady, a good sign that he was
strong and she had been careful enough with him. Without being told, he kept
his gaze down, another good sign. He learned quickly and well. He stopped a
couple of feet from where she stood. His cock beckoned, and it took all of her
resolve not to reach out and clasp it again. Instead she gave herself a few
seconds to imagine what it would feel like to straddle this man and slide his
hot, hard length into her pussy. It would stretch and fill her and she would
welcome it with slick warmth and a tight squeeze.
    God, if she thought about fucking Trey long enough, she’d
come right there. It was too soon for such intimacy in any event. That didn’t
mean she couldn’t enjoy other parts of his body. Toeing off her shoes, she
said, “Remove my pants.”
    Trey jumped slightly at the command as if she had whacked
him hard with her crop. She didn’t need to order him again, however. He closed
the gap between them and with slightly shaky hands, undid the clasp of her
pants. They both watched them pool around her ankles before he knelt down and
lifted first one of her feet and then the other to free her of the material. He
stayed kneeling, waiting for the next command, his gaze fixed on her pubic mound.
She knew the small triangle of red silk was wet from her juices. She smiled
when he licked his lips. She snapped the crop against his cock for the pleasure
of seeing of his mouth pop open in a yelp.
    “Naughty boy,” she chided. “I can tell you want a taste of
me.” She gave a mock sigh. “I suppose I can indulge you, but you’re going to
have to work for it. Pull down my panties.” She paused, grabbed a fistful of
his hair and yanked him back when he raised his hands to comply. “With your
teeth.”
    He arched his eyebrows, then put his hands behind his back
and leaned forward. She kept her hand in his hair to steady them both and
stared at the wall behind him as his mouth descended to the top of her thong.
His warm breath tickled her skin before his lips kissed it just long enough to
give his teeth purchase.