Mistress Mine by Samantha Cayto Read Free Book Online Page B

The cloth pulled away from her and was tugged down,
exposing the swatch of wet curls. The coolness of being exposed only worked to
heighten her arousal. Her fingers dug into her boy’s scalp. His gasp uttered through
a mouthful of silk made her pussy clench. When he had managed to drag her
panties past her knees, she stepped out of them to finish the job. Her need
made her impatient.
    Releasing Trey, Juliette turned and took off her jacket.
Spreading it on the chair’s seat, she turned again and sat down, her legs
spread wide in invitation. “Come to me, my pet, on your knees and show me what
that handsome mouth of yours can do.”
     
    Trey gripped his wrist so tight, it was a wonder he didn’t
break something. His ass was on fire from the beating he had received only
minutes before, yet his erection had never wavered. If anything, it had grown
longer and harder. Now he was staring at his Mistress’ pussy, plump and pink
with a hint of dark curls. The glistening flesh winked at him and beckoned. His
cock pulsed with the need to push inside those welcoming folds and find
release. It took all his strength and discipline not to grab his cock and pump
the ache right out. But he didn’t have permission to do that. His orders were to
crawl to that heavenly place and worship it with his mouth, his lips, his
tongue and God, his teeth. This was a mission he knew he could accomplish.
    His gaze fixed on his destination, he knee-walked the few
feet. Before he could lean into the chair, however, his Mistress grabbed a
fistful of hair and held him back. The sting of his scalp made him grunt with
pleasure even as he resisted the urge to push forward. He didn’t like being
stopped. He didn’t like having to wait for a taste of this luscious woman.
    “Easy,” she commanded. “You’re here for my pleasure, not
yours. To that end, you will make sure that at no time does your cock touch
this chair. You will not get yourself off while you pleasure me. Understand?”
Her fingers tightened their grip.
    Trey grimaced at the words as much as the discomfort, but he
responded the only acceptable way. “Yes, ma’am.”
    “Good.” She released him and settled back, eyes closed.
    It wasn’t easy to do as told. He had to brace his legs apart
to achieve the right leverage. Even then, he didn’t dive in right away. He
wanted to, oh, how he wanted to. He decided, instead, to tease them both by
starting with little flicks of his tongue on the inside of her right knee. Her
skin was as soft and smooth as her panties. It was warm, too, and even that far
away from her cunt, her scent teased his nostrils. He breathed in deeply while
he licked his way up her inner thigh. With his eyes closed, he pictured where
he was headed, still wanting to race to the finish. His cock was off-limits,
but his Mistress had said nothing about other parts of his body. As he leaned
in farther to plant kisses near her junction, his nipples rasped against the
lining of her jacket. Never before had he or anyone paid particular attention
to them. The clamps had heightened their sensitivity. A jolt of pleasure hit
him low in the belly.
    Trey moaned and was rewarded with an echo from his Mistress.
Her legs moved restlessly while he switched to attend her left one. A hand
descended on his head and fingers ran through his hair. There was no grabbing
this time and he perversely missed the bite of pain. Still, it encouraged him,
told him he pleased her. He would have been happy to nuzzle her thighs longer,
but when next his face lay inches from her pussy, her hips bucked a little in
invitation. Never one to turn down a lady, Trey slid his tongue between her
folds and gave one long lick up her slit.
    “Oh, God,” she sighed and now her fingers clenched his
scalp.
    He smiled as he buried his face between her legs, lapping
and sucking at her juicy clit. It had been literally years since he had tasted
a woman and never had one been so delicious. Sweet and salty, wet and warm,