Her need is answered on free Friday

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I hope you have a wonderful Friday and a Happy 4th!! Happy reading! ~Mo
Need
She ached…she needed to be filled by him so badly.  She was on the floor with her chest pressed to the floor her bottom arched high, looking over her shoulder at him beseechingly, “Please…I need you…”

A sharp slap landed on her upturned bottom making her gasp as it seemed to jolt her all the way to her needy core. Another slap landed and soon the only sounds in the room where the sounds of flesh clapping off flesh and her breathy moans.

By the time he stopped her bottom was filled with enough heat and her clit was throbbing in urgent demand.

His hands gripped the sore globes of her ass and spread her wide then he slammed inside her without warning, giving her tender inner muscles no time to adjust to his masterful invasion.

The pleasure pain of their joining sent her catapulting into an orgasm. He gave her no quarter driving in and out of in a pounding rhythm driving her from one pinnacle to another with no respite as he rode her hard.

Her body was consumed…overwhelmed with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. “I can’t…” she cried as he drove towards yet another peak.

“You can…you will,” he commanded and she shattered around him once more, her body clamping down on him like a vice and squeezing as if to milk his seed from him by force.

This time he followed her into the vortex with a rough shout.

She shuddered as she felt the hot splash of his seed on her sensitive inner walls. He collapsed on top of her, his big body wrapping around hers and sheltering her.

She smiled as she relaxed into him, loosing herself in the peace of his embrace.

***
Now I have an excerpt from Under Leo’s Hands coming soon from me and Jack Crosby, be sure to watch the video trailer!!!
Excerpt from His Hands, by Mona Hyatt:
His tongue rimmed her aching core, lapping lightly just at the opening and driving her insane.
“Pleaaseeee…” she cried, her hips undulating desperately seeking relief.
“Who controls your orgasms?” he asked firmly as he delivered a hard swat to her spread nether lips, his fingers just catching the edge of her clit.
Her back bowed and she yelped as esquisite pain bloomed into pleasure and shot her right over the edge of the cliff.
That was almost as hot as my scene yesterday with Gregor, I thought with a grin; trying to ignore the little pulse in my clit that had sprung to life with just the memory.
I wondered idly if anyone was on-line to play with, obviously I needed to write but I did it so much better fresh off an orgasm.
With a sigh I pulled up facebook and grinned when I saw the little green light indicating Tom was online. Tom wasn’t as heavy into D/s but he was usually good for a spanking and then an orgasm with or without assistance.
Mona216: “Hola”
Tom: “Well if it isn’t my favorite naughty girl.”
Mona216: “Hahaha”
Tom: “Shouldn’t you be writing young lady?”
My bottom began to tingle deliciously with those words.
Mona216: “I suppose…but I wasn’t really in the mood…”
Tom: “Naughty and lazy today are we?”
Mona216: “Hmmpf”
Tom: “Is that an appropriate way to speak to me young lady?”
Mona216: “You’re being such a fuddy duddy.”
Tom: “That’s more than enough! Go get your big wooden hairbrush, the one with the long thick handle.”
My girl parts wanted to do a happy dance, it wasn’t real dominance. The man was far to easy to manipulate but when needs must. I grinned and hurried to my bedroom to fetch the requested brush. One night I’d taken pictures of all my brushes so I knew exactly which one he was talking about.
I hurried back to the computer, eager to see what his next instructions were.
Mona216: “I have my brush sir.”
Tom: “Now that’s more like it. Good girl. I want you to pull your pants and panties down to your knees and bend over the desk, keep one hand on the keyboard.”
The perks of being a self-employed writer, I thought as I pulled my pajama bottoms to my knees baring my bottom to the room as I bent over the desk as instructed. I kept one hand on the keyboard and the other wrapped around the brush handle.
Mona216: “Ready sir.”
Tom: “I want ten hard swats in the exact same spot on your right sit spot.”
Mona216: “Yes sir.” I told him just before I brought the brush down on my right sit spot with a loud splat that made me hiss. I didn’t hesistate and laid nine more down in the exact same spot leaving the whole area stinging painfully.
Tom: “Again.”
Mona216: “In the same spot?”
Tom: “Yes and make it twenty for asking a question you knew the answer to.”
Mona216: “Yes sir.”
I grimaced and delivered twenty more swats as hard as I could to the exact same spot making myself actually yip a little by the time I finished the last swat. My right ass cheek was on fire.
Tom: “Give the left side the same thirty.”
I did as instructed and then reported back to my on-line disciplinarian. I was hoping the spanking part was done but my hopes were in vain. By the time my spanking was over Tom had instructed me to give about one hundred additional swats to each side leaving my bottom feeling like I’d sat on a hot stove and perilously close to real tears.
I knew I’d feel this directed self spanking every time I sat for the next three days.
Tom: “Are you ready to be a good girl again?”
Mona216: “Yes sir…please I promise I’ll be good.”
Tom: “Sit that hot little ass down on your chair and spread your legs.”
Watch the book trailer for Under Leo’s Hands (Working title) coming soon to an Amazon near you!
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A steamy excerpt for WIP it up Wednesday!

It’s WIP it up Wednesday! I’m sharing a spicy excerpt from the erotic thriller I’m writing with Jack Crosby.

There’s a serial killer stalking FB BDSM groups and he’s got his eye on erotic author, Mona Hyatt. Can FBI agent Leo Jackson save her?

Do you know who you’re talking to?

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Excerpt:

“How would you know what I need?” I asked, starting to get a little irritated that my attempt to seduce him had failed so utterly.
“I know because every word you have ever written, from your books to your chat logs cries out to me and begs me to give it to you. You need my discipline and my control…my dominance like you need your next breath. You don’t want to conquer, you want to be conquered and taken beyond anything you can imagine. Finish your coffee.” He commanded and I found myself complying.
We left the coffee shop and started back torwards my apartment, I gasped when he grabbed me firmly as we came to the alley and pulled me back into its murky depths. Before I could even ask what he was doing my back was against the alley wall and his mouth was devouring mine.
He didn’t politely ask, he took and I opened to him like a flower to the sun and gave him everything. His tongue drove deeply into my mouth as hard hands caught my under my thighs and lifted so I wrapped my legs around his waist as he staked his claim.
My skirt was soon rucked up around my waist and my panties ripped free from my body as he ground against me in time with his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth. The rough feel of the bricks against my lower back only drove my excitement higher and when his hands came up between us to cup my breasts and tweaked my nipples hard I nearly came.
Suddenly I was back on my own feet with my skirt smoothed down my legs, “Leo?” I asked, shaking with the need to come and confused by his withdrawl.
“Like I told you inside the coffee shop Mona, you are not in control. I control your pleasure and naughty little girls do not get to come. I’ve been far to lenient with you.” He said firmly.
I was shocked, standing here once again in the alley I’d so recently pleasured myself in with no panties and wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I shuddered in response to his words.
“Go ahead and ask Mona, I know you want to.” Leo said with a little grin.
“Wh…what do naughty girls get?” I asked almost breathlessly.
He leaned in until his lips were pressed against my ear, “Naughty girls lose their rights to painties and they get their bottoms spanked until they promise to be good then do you know what happens?”
“What?” I asked on a gasp as his teeth closed over my ear lobe in a sharp nip.
“Then you’re going to thank me for your spanking and suck my cock like a good little girl before I put you to bed with a body throbbing for my possession.”
“But Leo I need to come!” I protested.
He turned to lead me back out of the alley with a well placed swat, “Then you better earn it. Good girls get to come.”

 

 

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A sweet spanking story for free Friday

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TGIF! Happy reading! ~Mo

Staking his Claim

It was spring break with both she and Barrett were home from their respective schools. Suddenly her best friend was looking at her in a way that made her tummy flip.

Beth didn’t quite know what to think, she’d always been able to go to Barrett with everything from problems with her parents to crushes on boys. Other girls had asked her how she could be such good friends with a boy, how could he possibly understand anything…Beth had simply smiled and told them Barrett understood everything.

They’d been thick as thieves since the moment they met on the playground in first grade; supporting each other through skinned knees, divorce, loss of a parent and the heartbreak of first love.

She hadn’t seen him since the September after high school when they’d hugged goodbye before driving in opposite directions to school, him to LSU and her to Baylor. Though they’d talked every few weeks or so, Beth had missed him so bad sometimes she didn’t think she’d be able to take another breath but when their eyes met again after the long absence everything changed in the space of a heartbeat.

The boy she’d once been able to come to with all her problems had grown into a man when she wasn’t looking and the words that had always come so easily with him now died before they could be born.

She flushed and looked down at her ratty Chucks, slowly rubbing the toe of one shoe over the other.

“Bethy,” he stood so close his words actually stirred the hair next to her ear sending a shiver coursing down her spine.

“Barrett,” a breathy squeak was all she could manage. Beth was horrified he’d hear the rapid beating of her heart.

“I’ve missed you,” Barrett told her, his deeper voice rolling over her like a caress. She swallowed and dared to glance up and meet his gaze.

The knowing look in his eyes stole her breath, she felt completely out of her depth. “I…I think I’ll get a drink.” She said in a rush before making her escape determined to avoid him for the rest of the night, the party they’d agreed to meet up at was in full swing surely with so many people around to act as a buffer she would be successful.

Her plans seemed to be working out well until someone suggested a game of spin the bottle. The harmless little game they’d played in junior high, but instead of two minutes in the closet the spinner would make out with whomever the bottle landed on.

They called it a get reacquainted game for adults.

Determined to prove to herself tonight was just an aberration and tomorrow she and Barrett would be back to normal, Bethy stepped forward to spin the bottle.

“Bethy, don’t you dare spin that bottle.” Barrett’s stern voice spoke from across the table.

Her eyes met his and she lifted her chin with a hint of defiance as she leaned forward to spin the empty glass coke bottle. She gasped when a strong male hand reached out and halted it so it pointed straight at Barrett.

“That’s cheating!” Susie Ross exclaimed, frowning up at Barrett.

“All’s fair in love and war,” He said unrepentantly as he made his way around the table to where Beth stood with her mouth hanging open.

By the time he was in front of her she found her voice putting her hands on her hips to glare up at him, “You can’t do that Barrett Jeffers!”

“Really?” Barrett asked curiously. “I think I just did.”

“You!” was all she managed before she found herself upended over his right shoulder and staring down at his broad back.

“Yes me and only me,” he said firmly as he carried her out of the room to the amusement of their friends and straight out the front door.

“Barrett! Put me down!” Beth yelled giving the taunt backside in her line a vision a pinch, only to yelp when Barrett delivered a hard swat to her own bottom in retaliation.

“Behave Bethy,” he admonished as he proceeded to carry her down the street as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

She gaped at his very nice ass as she absorbed the fact that she had no idea how to handle this new Barrett…this man but he clearly knew how to handle her. Beth squirmed on his shoulder as she tried to ignore how wet her panties were…wet because of Barrett and his stern demeanor.

“Put me down Barrett,” she said a little more softly this time.

“I told you not to spin that bottle Bethy,” he told her and she could hear the amusement in his voice.

Beth felt a stirring of irritation, “You are not the boss of me.”

“I intend to be,” Barrett’s response stirred the colony of butterflies that had taken up residence in her belly at her first sight of him this evening into a frenzy of activity.

He carried her into the gazebo in his grandmother’s gardens; they’d played here as children enjoying the way the honeysuckle and gardenia bushes shielded it like a private fairyland made just for them.

Now when he sat her on her feet before him with the scent of honeysuckle and gardenia filling the night with their fragrance and surrounding them in a rich bower of privacy she was at a loss.

“Where is my best friend?” Beth asked with a slight hitch in her voice, suddenly unsure of where they were going.

“I’m still here Bethy, but I’m also the man that loves you…the man that has always loved you. I’ve just been waiting for you to see me.” He said holding her eyes with his serious gaze.

Her breath caught in her throat and she found herself lifting her hand to shakily touch his cheek, “I see you.”

Barrett smiled then leaned down to claim her lips with his own, at first his mouth was light on hers then he delved more deeply, his tongue sliding inside to duel with hers. By the time he let her up for air her legs were shaking and she was pretty sure her arousal had soaked through her jeans.

“Now that we have that settled, I’d like to discuss a few other important topics,” he told her as he led her over to one of the benches but instead of sitting down with her as she’d imagined Barrett sat then pulled her face down over his thighs.

“Barrett?” she asked in alarm.

“Bethy,” he responded just before his hard hand clapped off her upturned bottom.

“Owww!” she cried as his hand fell again and again filling her jean covered seat with a heat that continued to grow.

“I can’t believe you tried to play spin the bottle,” Barrett said, outrage filling his voice.

“I…oow….oooh…I didn’t know…” she cried.

“You knew,” he said as his hand continued to fall even harder and faster until she was kicking her feet and bucking her hips in an effort to escape.

“I’m sorreee Barrett! I’m sorreee!” Beth wailed.

“Have I made my point effectively?” he asked with a firm hand resting on her hot sore bottom.

“Yes,” she said with a little sniff.

“Good,” Barrett said as he lifted her to straddle his thighs and cupped her tear stained face. “Because there will be no one for you but me Bethy and no one for me but you.”

A slow smiled spread across her face as he leaned down to kiss her once more, “Yes Sir.”

Two Tigers meet on free Friday

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Hello everyone! May you have a wonderful and restful weekend. Happy reading! ~Mo

Tigress

Taryn held her breath to prevent herself from growling at Logan, the Alpha of the local wolf pack to whom she’d sworn allegiance. As a Tigress without a pride or family, Logan had insisted she pledge fealty his pack when she’d moved into his territory.

She’d balked but he’d insisted, “It is not safe for a female shifter without a pride or pack to protect her. I will not have it.”

Her back had just almost bowed at the dominance in his voice, Logan was a strong Alpha male but she bowed to no male.

In the end she’d acquiesced because she’d been able to see the wisdom in his request. Logan had also seen her as a strong asset to his pack and allowed her to join his enforcers.

He shook his head once more as if she were an enigma, “I still find myself amazed at your ability to shift Taryn.” Logan told her.

She sighed; they’d been through this many times. “I’ve told you before Logan, all females have the ability to shift, most just don’t have the ability to embrace the beast that lies within. Their animals sleep, it will not be an easy task to awaken them but it can be done.”

Taryn was weary of this conversation and the fact that Logan clearly did not believe her, despite the proof before his eyes of Taryn herself. He preferred to think she was an aberration rather than believe all females could learn to shift.

Taryn had simply been raised by an old Indian shifter who’d taken her in after her parents were killed by hunters. She’d only been three and the old man; a coyote breed had taken her in and raised her as his own.

Ogden had treated her as he would any cub male or female and began teaching her to embrace her inner beast and learn to shift from the very beginning. Taryn hadn’t even realized most female breeds believed they couldn’t shift until the old man died when she was seventeen and she was on her own.

She’d traveled with a backpack and come in contact with other breeds for the first time. The things she’d learned had shocked her, the women were so subservient to their men it made her uncomfortable.

Taryn was never in one place long, especially when there were shifter communities, she refused to bow and scrape to the males so they didn’t want her to stay. All assumed she couldn’t shift and Taryn often didn’t tell them different. Knowledge was power.

Logan and his pack were different, she’d trusted them from the first smelling the integrity on them, which was why his next words shocked her to her core.
“I’ve invited a Tiger shifter into our community,” he told her as he studied her reaction carefully.

Her hackles raised and she hissed with an arch of her back as she stalked around the room, “Why?”

“Because you are a Tigress in need of mate,” Logan told her with no little exasperation. “The Tiger breed is all but extinct Taryn; you must renew your line. It is imperative to all of our people.”

“I need no mate!” she growled at the stubborn Alpha, her bright blue eyes snapping with anger.

“You do! You’re in heat even now and my men are at a loss; they would try but all fear being disemboweled.” He told her ruefully.

Hearing the wolf males feared her mollified her slightly, “As they should.”

A dark, rich chuckle as a large man entered the room, “Wolves cannot handle a Tigress.” The man said matter of factly.

Taryn spun to face the man with another hiss, baring her fangs. “No male can handle a Tigress!”

A feral smile crossed his face as stalked towards her, his green eyes glowing with purpose. “Not so my little cat, a Tiger can always tame his Tigress.”

A yowl of outrage escaped her as her cat stretched within her in a bid for freedom, fangs slid forward and her fingers itched as claws replaced her neatly manicured finger nails. “I’m not your little cat or your Tigress.” Taryn told him, her voice little more than a growl.

The man looked at Logan, “You were right she’s magnificent!”

Something about this big male made her nervous and her cat was wary so she was also pissed. She wasn’t accustomed to this unsure feeling so she refused to give in to it.
“Do not speak about me as if I were not here.” She said in outrage.

A low rumbling growl escaped the Tiger’s throat, rolling around her like an invisible caress that made her want to yowl in response. Instead she gave into the fear that was growing inside her, changing to her cat and leaping from the study window with another hiss of displeasure at the men.

Both men watched as the beautiful white tigress made her escape.

“Well?” Logan asked the Tiger. “Liam?”

Liam inhaled deeply breathing in the scent a combination of cat, woman, fear, anger and sweet feminine heat. A rumbling sound escaped him as he began to strip off his clothes.
Logan blinked when he realized he was hearing a purr.

“I will never be able to thank you enough my friend,” Liam said with a toothy grin. “She is mine. My Tigress…my mate,” he said the words almost reverently before his shifted and a huge Bengal Tiger stood in his place.

The Tiger gave him one soft chuff that almost sounded like laughter before he leapt out the window after his Tigress.

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Taryn ran landed smoothly before turning her sleek body towards the forest and taking off at a run. In her animal form she could speed through the trees her feline body skirting around the trunks with grace as she ran.

She gave a low his when she heard the chuffing of the male entering the forest behind her, fighting her own instinct to yowl back in a combination of invitation and challenge. She growled softly instead leaping onto a low hanging branch and climbing high above the ground until she found a broad branch to lie across and hide.

Part of her wanted to greet the interloper of her territory in fierce battle but the wiser part of her recognized the male tiger would be larger and stronger than she and the risk was too great.

Not that Taryn believe the big male cat would hurt her, but he would mate her and once that happened she was trapped; bound to man and beast for the rest of her life.

He was below her, calling out to her with a yowl of impatience. She pulled her large frame as tight into the tree as possible wishing not for the first time that she had the more subdued tones of a Bengal rather than the bright white and black of her stripes. The white did not blend well against trees or leaves; why hadn’t she picked a snowy territory to settle?

Suddenly the Bengal shifted and instead it was a large naked man staring up at her with impatient green eyes. “Come down here little cat.”

Taryn narrowed her eyes and hissed.

“Are you afraid?” he asked in a taunting voice.

A growl was the only warning he got before she launched herself from the tree straight on top of the man.

He laughed, wrapping both arms around her body and twisting as he changed beneath her until it was the large male tiger she wrestled. Taryn hissed and clawed at the male trying to force her into submission.

He growled back his mouth closing warningly over her throat. Taryn froze, unsure if he would rip out her throat. She wanted to fight and claw his belly but the female cat; her beast was ready to flip to her belly and lift tail for the male cat, the yowl of female need that warbled out of her mouth was embarrassing.

While Taryn and her cat were one she often fought the instincts that urged her to submit to strong males. She couldn’t allow herself to be lorded over by the males in the shifter world; they were stifling in their efforts to protect females.

She neither needed nor wanted protection.

He shifted above her, “Shift little cat. Submit to your mate.”

Taryn shifted and immediately punched him as hard as she could. The big males head went back and he grunted but he stayed where he was straddling her nude body.

He laughed, his greens eyes sparkling with good humor, “Naughty little cat now I will have to punish you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed.

In response he simply sat up bringing her with him as he sat with his back against the tree and tossed her across his naked thighs.

Taryn’s eyes widened in alarm as her hands were caught in one big hand in the small of her back and one heavy thigh came down over hers to pin her in place. “You can’t do this!” she wailed in outrage as his large palm came down hard on her upturned bottom showing her indeed he could.

“Naughty little mates end up with sore little bottoms,” he told her matter of factly as his hand landed again and again in barrage of swats that left her gasping.

“Bastard!” she screamed, his hand began to fall even harder.

“Tsk…tsk, it seems my little cat is looking for a sore backside inside out,” making her gasp as his fingers slid effortlessly between her bottom cheeks and she felt the tip of one broad finger pressing against the shy little rosebud of her ass.

“What are you doing?” Taryn asked in horror.

“Teaching you what happens when you call your mate names little cat, you may call me Master…or Liam,” Liam told her as his finger breached her ass even as her muscles tried to keep him out.

“Ooooh,” she cried out as his finger began to work in and out of her ass punishing her and yet there was pleasure beginning to intermingle with the pain. Taryn closed her eyes at the moisture beginning to gather between her thighs.

She panted as he released her wrists and his hand slipped beneath her body and his fingers found her throbbing clit.

“You will come for me Taryn,” he commanded as his finger continued to move in and out of her ass as his other fingers worked her needy clit.

“Nooo…I…ooooohoooooo,” she cried, her body spasming as a long finger slipped deep inside her wet sheath and his fingers began to work in tandem bringing her quickly to a shattering climax that left her whimpering across his lap.

Liam lifted her to her knees and pressed her chest to the ground as he moved behind her, her ass was sore both inside and out just as he promised and her insides quivered with liquid heat and need.

She no longer cared that she was submitting to this male, she needed to feel him deep inside of her, she craved him more than her next breath. Taryn spread her legs in invitation as she looked at him over her shoulder, “Please.”

His hands came down to palm her sore ass cheeks and spread her wide as he came down over her, she shuddered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressing against her weeping slit.

As he pressed inside taking her to the hilt with one hard thrust they both groaned. The feel of his thick cock stretching her tender unused muscles without mercy was a mixture of pleasure pain that was almost too sweet to be born.

He began to pump in and out of her hard as his lips made their way up her spine, “Do you like the feel of my hard cock stretching you open and making you take me as I please little cat?”

“Yes!!” she cried all thoughts of pride and refusing him gone in the haze of her need.

Liam’s arms snaked around her and lifted her against his chest as she cried out with each hard thrust. One hand cupped her breast tweaking the hard nipple as his other hand slipped between her wet thighs and catching her clit between two fingers.

Taryn’s head began to thrash against his chest, “Please…more…harder…deeper,” she begged.
“With pleasure mate,” he told her as his teeth closed over her shoulder sinking deep as he took her hard giving her everything as he shafted in and out of her tight sheath relentlessly. Each thrust of his cock pressing against her clit and forcing it back across the fingers riding it until with a screamed her body locked down on his milking his cock as if she would wring ever last bit of seed from his body.

Liam gave a hoarse shout of pleasure as he emptied into her then began to lap as the bite on her shoulder as if too sooth the little injury. Taryn came again as he pulled free of her body turning her to face him as he laid them both in a bed of grass and curled around her.

Taryn gave a sigh of surrender as she sank into the welcoming heat of her mate’s body, sheltering her from the cold.

His rumbling purr vibrated against her neck and filled her senses, a soft raspy purr rose from her own chest the sounds seeming to twine together as the mated pair slept.

Steamy spanking and forced orgasms on free Friday

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Have a wonderful weekend everyone! Happy reading! ~Mo

Complete

A breathless sigh escaped her lips as she waited.

She was bound hanging suspended above the floor, her legs spread wide and attached over her head leaving her open and vulnerable to anything he wanted to do…her arms were secured on either side of her head. A silken blindfold covered her eyes seeming to make ever moment stretch into eternity as she waited for his touch.

Relaxing into the complex weave of ropes supporting her weight, she felt light as air…almost weightless as she hung securely in the web of ropes he’d woven as expertly as any spider.

Was that a touch?

She shivered as another fleeting caress slide over her right nipple almost as light as air, but this time she knew it was him…he was toying with her…making her want to beg for the feel of his hand on her skin.

One finger slid down her chest between her quivering breasts and over her softly rounded belly, then lifted away as her body strained to follow. The ropes beneath her began to move slightly as if echoing the need of her body.

She gasped when he caught a nipple between the thumb and forefingers of each hand and pinched. The delicious pain sending a jolt of electricity all the way to her clit and causing a trickle of moisture to drip down her inner thigh; she whined when he released her and backed away once more.

Her need was almost palpable…the sweet ache almost more than she could bear, “Please…” she whispered.

Firm hands caught the lips of her labia and spread her impossibly wide, stretching the skin exquisitely…her clit standing at attention the opening to her core taunt and sensitive. Hot air wafted across her and sent a shudder of longing through her a moment before his tongue began to play at her entrance.

The way his hands held her open seemed to magnify ever sensation, his tongue slipping barely inside of her before retreating once more teasing her until she felt almost mindless. “Yes!” she groaned with pleasure when his tongue suddenly plunged deep giving her the pressure she craved only to withdraw and leave her wanting even more.

“Noo!” she wailed in disappointment when his hands left her completely, her body felt cold and bereft as she shivered in her need.

“Owwww!” she yelped when his hand slapped the under curve of her bottom, exposed perfectly by the way she was bound. Again and again his hand fell in a rhythmic pattern only he understood as he covered every inch of her backside.
Every stroke of his hand on her rapidly heating flesh making the fire of her hunger burn ever brighter until she felt like she became lust personified. Every nerve in her body awakened and crying out with longing for his touch…his possession; echoing the emptiness that seemed to be amplified in her core as her body spasmed and clenched around nothing.

When she felt the head of his cock being fitted to her body she almost wept with relief, his hands gripping the ropes holding her suspended he jerked her body onto his, impaling her to the hilt.

The orgasm that washed over her caught her by surprise as it swept through her body like a tsunami of pleasure, leaving her gasping for air as she shuddered helplessly while he continued to hammer in and out of her…allowing no quarter.

He took her without mercy…demanding her response as he drove her from one pinnacle of pleasure to another without respite. The orgasms seemed to bleed together until she was simply floating in a sea of unending pleasure that was almost painful in its intensity.

“I can’t!” she wailed desperately when he caught her beneath her shoulders and ground high inside her against a hidden spot sent her impossibly higher.

“You can…you will…you will give it to me because it belongs to me!” he commanded darkly and she shattered into a million fragmented pieces as her world imploded in a maelstrom of carnal pleasure.

“Good girl,” he said against her neck as he stiffened above her and filled her with his seed, the heat of it bathing her inner walls as her body continued to spasm around him, milking his cock as if to ensure not a drop was wasted.

He kissed her deeply his tongue tangling sweetly with her as she shivered in the aftermath of the storm he had wrought upon her senses. He gathered her in his arms after releasing her bonds, holding her close as he carried her to their bed and wrapped himself around her.

She gave another soft sigh as her body sank into his…replete and satiated…complete.