The One Worth Finding by Teresa Silberstern Read Free Book Online Page B

“ nobody will touch me but my mistress. I’m your willing
little toy.”
    She released his cock and walked to the
panel to lower the chain; she stopped when his hands rested
comfortably against his legs.
    She circled him with slow, measured
strides before she stopped in front of him and pulled his head
down. She claimed his lips with hers and felt him melt against her.
His sweet breath gushed into her mouth when he exhaled in surprise,
and his exquisite taste made her shiver inwardly. He was sweeter
than anything she’d ever had. Her kiss was wild and hungry and
utterly possessive, burning the rule into his mind: he was hers,
and nobody was allowed to touch him. It was hard to finally wrench
her lips away from his.
    “ Another rule, my darling angel,”
she whispered against his lips, “you are not allowed to masturbate.
Release comes from your Domme or not at all. Are we clear about
that?”
    “Yes, Ma’am.”
    She kissed him shortly, sealing the
deal, feeling profound satisfaction when he groped for her lips as
soon as she stepped away.
    “ Let’s start,” she said and
unhooked the chain from his cuffs, “your safe word is lemonade,
pet.”
    “ Bend over the spanking bench.”
She ordered, and he complied immediately.
    The bench was adjusted to give him the
perfect height for his tiny mistress; had she been wearing a
strap-on, she would have been able to fuck him comfortably. She
tied his arms and legs to the bench, spreading him wide. He felt
the cool air on his private parts. He closed his eyes. He hadn’t
been as hot in years.
    “ Open your eyes” she said
gently, squatting down in front of him, and he looked at her, her
beautiful green eyes eliciting this strange sensation of sweet
dizziness again. Her kiss had almost made him cry. He would gladly
let her beat him into a bloody pulp with a bullwhip if she’d just
kiss him again.
    She touched his lips with her fingers and
pressed a quick kiss on his mouth before she blindfolded him. He
felt her head against his hair when she wrapped her arms around him
to knot the cloth, and he relaxed into the contact for a second.
Seconds later she was gone, and he bit his lip not to cry out for
her, reminding himself that this was how it was supposed to be, how
he’d always wanted it: the needy sub longing to please his
mistress. There was nothing he wanted more at the moment, and he
would walk to the edge of the world to make sure she’d look at him
with approval in her eyes at the end of the day.
    He felt her warm hands on his butt
and had to muster every ounce of self-control to relax his lower
body completely. Not a chance to do anything about the tension in
his cock, though; he was as hard as a lamp-post and would stay that
way until his mistress granted him release.
    She wasn’t talking to him, which
made him nervous, but it heightened the shock of sweet agony when he felt her
moist, hot lips on his tender opening. It was full of extremely
sensitive nerves that screamed in arousal when she extended her
tongue and licked every small pleasure-point with a pressure that
made him whimper. When she sucked at the skin, he had to
concentrate not to come then and there; the chains rattled when he
grabbed the edges of the upholstered bench until his knuckles were
white. She licked him thoroughly, making him cry out with arousal,
wetting his entrance carefully. She pushed her tongue into the
tight ring of his sphincter, and Aaron had to stifle the scream
that bubbled up in his throat. Nothing had ever felt this good,
when at the same time he was suffering, needing to come so badly he
wanted to beg and weep.
    Tara felt his hunger, and knew she
wouldn’t stop. He was warm and infinitely clean, and she definitely
shouldn’t rim him without protection here in the club, but damn if
she would accept a piece of rubber between them at this moment. His
reactions pleased her tremendously, his skin was so soft and tender
here, feeling like silk beneath her lips. The feeling got