Part 12 (1/2)

Which made her realize she had nothing to lose. So she told him the unthinkable truth. aTy, Iave had a huge crush on you since I was thirteen years old. All these years, Iave wanted you. But I knew you only saw me as a friend, or as Timas little sister. I knew nothing would ever happen between us if I didnat make it happen. Iam thirty-one years old. I wanted to have wild, crazy s.e.x with you. Just once. Just to get it out of my system.a aWe f.u.c.ked twice,a he snapped, lips set in a grim, straight line.

aYou wanted to see me again. You wouldnat let it go.a Her voice quivered now that shead told him the whole embarra.s.sing truth. aSo Iacouldnat resist doing it again.a When still nothing changed in his enraged eyes, she babbled on further. aI never meant any harm. I just wanted to have a good time, without any repercussions. I wanted to give you a good time, too. Thatas all.a aThatas all, huh?a he repeated, sounding cynical. Then he dropped the masks back to the dresser. aIall leave these for the next time you want to make some unsuspecting guy feel like a fool. Iam outta here.a With that, he stormed from the room, out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him before she could even catch her breath.

She plopped down on the bed, burying her head in her hands. How the h.e.l.l had this happened? And just when shead been ready to put it behind her and move on.

Well, she amended, not move on. Now that she knew she was in love with Ty, moving on sounded next to impossiblea”but shead been ready to try resuming their old relations.h.i.+p, ready to attempt surviving the brutal emotion of love and maybe someday get past it. Now, everything was a colossal mess. And she couldnat imagine any possible way to fix it.

Ty stalked away from her building, heading for Bourbon Street, his entire body tense. Shead used him. Lied to him and used him.

Tied him up, for G.o.das sake. Made him lick her G.o.dd.a.m.n shoe! f.u.c.ked him with a riding crop!

He shook his head in disbelief. It had been crazy enough back when head thought they were two strangers. But to find out his masked seductress was someone he knew, someone he knew very well, and that she was lying to him and using him because she wanted to experiment with some kinky s.e.x wasamortifying. To think of how head pined over her. Tried to track her down. Longed to take that mask off and see her face.

Well, at least now he knew why shead been so d.a.m.ned adamant about leaving the mask on.

Then new thoughts. .h.i.t him. Head seen, felt, tasted Miaas b.r.e.a.s.t.s now. Miaas! Head seen, felt, tasteda”deeplya”her p.u.s.s.y. She shaved it. Never in a million years would he have imagined Mia was a sensual, s.e.xual enough creature to do that. Or to own that kind of lingerie. To want that sort of wild, hedonistic s.e.x.

He shook his head, extremely confused and sorry to acknowledge that his c.o.c.k was getting stiff with the memories, with the realization that his wild, riotous s.e.x partner was sweet Mia, who head thought didnat have a kinky, dirty bone in her body.

Turning a corner onto Bourbon was literally walking into an enormous, wild party. Everywhere he looked, people were drinking, laughing, making out. A jazz band played in the street. People in costumesa”wizards, tigers, court jestersa”pa.s.sed by. Girls were lifting their s.h.i.+rts and collecting mountains of beads to weigh down their necks. Strippers stood in doorways, scantily clad, beckoning men inside.

Yet the only thing that really grabbed Tyas attention was one of the French Quarteras many s.e.x shopsa”lit up and wide open for business.

He wandered inside, drawn instantlya”for the first time evera”to the bondage section.

Anger at Mia still burned inside hima”it hadnat even begun to slack off. But his c.o.c.k burned, too, in a different way. Hungrily. Urgently.

Maybe, he thought as he picked up a package of leather ties, he should teach Mistress Mia a little lesson. Maybe head show her exactly how it felt to be used for kinky s.e.x. Maybe Fat Tuesday would turn out to be a wild night yeta”when he introduced little miss Mia to real dominance.

Chapter Seven.

Mia flinched when someone pounded on the door. Who on eartha?

Yet, as she ran to answer it, she knew who shead find on the other side.

What she didnat expect was to find Ty standing there wearing a simple but s.e.xy little black mask. Despite herself, her p.u.s.s.y went wet. aTyaa she said uncertainly.

He barreled in without being invited and shut the door, turning the lock behind him. He still wore the same grim expression as before, but his eyes looked different nowa”they looked furious andaintensely pa.s.sionate.

She noticed the shopping bag he carried only when he set it down with a thump.

Impatiently, he reached for the hem of her s.h.i.+rt. aTake this off,a he demanded.

aWhat?a Had she heard him correctly?

aLift your arms up over your head, d.a.m.n it,a he bit off, and she did as he said. He stripped off her top in less than two seconds, tossing it across the room. Next, he reached for the b.u.t.ton on her shorts, briskly lowering the zipper and shoving them down, so that she stood before him in a lacy coral-colored bra and matching panties.

aTy, what are you doing?a she asked, breathless.

He stepped up close enough that she could feel his erection pressing into the front of her undies, and spoke low and firm. aIam giving you a taste of your own medicine, Mistress Mina. Iam gonna find out how you like being used for kinky s.e.x.a She drew in her breath, both frightened and thrilled. She had no idea what Ty might do to her, and shead definitely never seen him this angry or determined-looking, but she also couldnat imagine anything he could do to her that wouldnat excite her right now.

They stood looking at each other, the air filled with hot tension until he closed both hands hard on her a.s.s and pulled her to him for a rough kiss that left her breathless. She twined her arms around his neck as he moved one hand to her breast for a brutal caress that filled her with more wet pleasure than she could have antic.i.p.ated.

Still crus.h.i.+ng her to him, he yanked one bra strap off her shoulder, baring her nipple, then possessively lifted it to his mouth. He sucked hard, making her whimper at the pleasure-pain of it. Even while it hurt, shead never felt anything so powerful or intense, and it swept her away in a rush of hot desire. aMmm, G.o.d,a she murmured.

Then his hands were at the back of her bra, deftly unhooking it. aTake it off, all the way. I havenat seen your b.r.e.a.s.t.s without anything on them or around them,a he said in that same commanding voice.

She shrugged free of the bra, then stood beneath his scrutiny, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s achy and tingling under his gaze. He cupped them both in his large hands, as if testing the weight, then began to knead them, hot and vigorous. Heated, thready sighs left her until he urgently lowered his mouth to the other breast, suckling hard again. The sensation shot through her like licks of flame. She cried out, grabbing onto him for balance, and he gripped her a.s.s once more, this time lifting her up into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom.

He tossed her on the bed and she lay there, aroused and unsure, waiting until he returned with the bag head brought.

The first thing he drew out was a long, black strip of leather. Straddling her in the bed, he pushed her arms up over her head and tied her wrists with it, pulling the leather into a tight knot. Then he attached it to the wrought iron headboard. She remained wildly aware how close his c.o.c.k wasa”to her mouth, her b.r.e.a.s.t.sa”and she wished madly that he were naked. But she dared not say a word.

Backing off of her, he said, aLift your a.s.s,a then harshly pulled down her panties. He tossed them aside as he rose from the bed and reached into his bag, extractingasomething black, a large swath of leather, but she wasnat sure what it was until he said, aLift,a again, and this time slid it under her. He drew it around her waist and began to lace it by hand. It stretched from her rib cage to her hips and she realized it was a waist-cincher, an item that struck her as somewhat Victorian and completely wicked in terms of bondagea”especially when he laced it tight, tight, tight, making her feel utterly imprisoned in the thing before finally finis.h.i.+ng.

Next he withdrew a thick, black leather collar from the bag, which he fastened around her neck. Like the waist-cincher, it made her feel pleasantly trapped, forcing sensation on her with each and every move she made.

And then he left. Just left the rooma”picked up his bag and walked out!

Minutes began to pa.s.s and she wondered if head departed from the apartment completely and meant to leave her here like this, trussed naked except for a bit of black leather, until she called out for help and someone found her. G.o.d, talk about payback.

And on top of that, her p.u.s.s.y wept for him. She could feel the comforter dampening beneath her. Shead been a little frightened and totally unsure what would happen to them once this was over, but from the moment head shown up at her door, shead been aroused and ready for whatever this evening held, for whatever he wanted it to hold. If he wanted to punish her, she figured she deserved it. Shead take whatever he dished out.

Just when shead seriously begun to worry that maybe head left her like this, he tramped back into the rooma”no longer a lighthearted beach boy, but now clearly a G.o.d of all that was dark and dangerous.

She gasped at the sight of him, and her c.u.n.t spasmed. Across his chest he wore a black halter-like apparatus constructed of thin leather strips connected by silver rings. His eyes still shone through his s.e.xy black mask, and now his neck was adorned with the same sort of collar she wore. Thick leather cuffs circled both wrists, and below, head donned black leather pantsa”with no crotch. His big c.o.c.k stood at full attention between the leather leggings, completely exposed. She was stunned speechless. And so d.a.m.n hungry for him. To think this man had wanted to be tied upa”when he was clearly born to be a womanas master.

As he stood looking at her, tied to the bed in her scant leather regalia, she felt a whole new kind of beautiful, and she relished submitting to him. She still feared for tomorrow and the future of their relations.h.i.+p, but for tonight, she was going to soak up every bit of domination he wanted to heap on her.

aAre you ready to be my s.e.x slave, Mia?a he asked sharply.

She nodded, answering with one quiet word. aYes.a So very ready.

He walked to the bed and straddled her again, but higher up this time, his thighs settling across her shoulders, the black leather of his pants rubbing warm on her skin. aThen suck my c.o.c.k, slave,a he demanded, rising on his knees and holding his shaft down to insert it in her mouth. She opened wide, accepting it with ease.

To have him between her lips, sinking deep, near her throat, without having any control over it, was breathtaking. She felt so owned, so wholly possesseda”but in this moment she wanted to be owned by him, wanted to be whatever he wanted to make of her. Her p.u.s.s.y fluttered with delight as he slid his hard, lovely c.o.c.k in and out of her mouth, slow at first, but then slightly harder, deeper, until he was groaning with each stroke between her lips. Her mouth felt so stretched, to a degree thata”under normal circ.u.mstancesa”would have made her back off slightly, take a break. But like this, now, she couldnat choose to take a breaka”and it was arousing to have the option stolen from her, to be gently forced to suck his c.o.c.k until he decided head had enough.

When finally he withdrew the ma.s.sive shaft, her mouth felt instantly empty, abandoneda”but joyfully well-used.

What now? she wondered, thinking, More, I want more of this. I want to be his slave, but not daring to speak.

That angry fire still lit his eyes as he s.h.i.+fted back, still straddling hera”until his erection came to lay between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He reached down and pressed the soft mounds up into his hard c.o.c.k, beginning to slide back and forth, f.u.c.king them. She moaned at the raw heated delight of having that ultra-hardness enclosed by her sensitive, tender flesh, glad shead left him so wet that he could glide with slick ease between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Above, he groaned deeply, watching the connection of their bodies, and she was thrilled to see that even amid his anger, she could still bring him pleasure.

His thrusts turned rough, intense, making her feel it all the more, and love it all the better. Yes, yes, she thought, still not brave enough to utter a word. f.u.c.k my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Ty. f.u.c.k me every way possible.

Finally, he released her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and moved still farther down her naked body, pus.h.i.+ng her legs apart and kneeling in between. Her heart threatened to pound right through her chest as she lay bound and watching him study her p.u.s.s.y. Planting his palms on her thighs, he spread them farther, opened her wider. Oh G.o.d, she wanted him inside. Please, Ty. Please.