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  It’s scene-speak, I know. Mariah would never talk like this in ordinary life. Still, it touches me, because I realize she means it. She trusts me, still, to do what’s right for us, to take her where she needs to go.

  I raise my arm, suddenly strong. The whip swishes through the air, snaps and makes a perfect landing on her right cheek. A bright red line stitches across her creamy flesh. My cock throbs in response to her pitiful wail. Taking a deep breath, I land a powerful stroke on her other globe and survey its reddening wake.

  Mariah chokes back her cry of pain. “Are you all right, Mariah? Is it too much?”

  “No, Sir,” she whispers. “Not at all.”

  She wants this. She wants me to whip her, to push her to the limit and beyond. I bring the single-tail down hard on her quivering flesh. She moans and jerks in her bonds as I paint her ass with a brilliant lattice of scarlet stripes.

  I slash at her with the whip, again and again, focused and untiring. I’m in control now. I can see exactly where each stroke will land. Every so often I snap the tip against the base of the plug, making it vibrate inside her. Mariah yells and thrashes about on the bed. I don’t need to ask how she is. I can sense it. She’s here with me, deep in the moment, giving her all.

  My cock torments me, swollen and aching. All at once I just have to be inside her.

  The whip clatters to the floor. I kneel behind her raised buttocks, grab her hips and ram my rigid dick into her cunt. She’s hot as a furnace, wet as rain. She arches her back to give me better access. I can feel the bulk of the plug, narrowing her already tight channel. My fingernails dig into the scored flesh of her ass. I know the pain only amplifies her pleasure. Each thrust bangs against the base of the plug, forcing it deeper into her bowels.

  Mariah loves it. I know she does. I remember the first time I took her in the ass, not long after we met—her ecstasy, my wonder that she could trust me so much, so soon. I contemplate wrenching out the plug and replacing it with my cock, but her pussy just feels too damn good. She might be a mother—almost a grandmother—but Mariah’s still sleek and tight, muscular and eager, everything a man could desire.

  I fuck her as hard as I can, as hard as she wants. She opens to me completely. I’m amazed and humbled by her submission—not at all like the stern Dom I’m supposed to be. I want to take her to her peak before I let go, but I can’t keep control anymore. Jizz surges up my stalk and floods her pussy while a wave of pleasure sweeps me away.

  I rock against her as the convulsions recede. She massages my softening cock with her inner muscles, milking the last drops of come. She hasn’t reached her own climax, I realize—then I understand. She won’t come until I give her permission.

  I reach between her sticky thighs, seeking out her clit. “Mariah, baby, you can come now.”

  I feel the trembling start, deep in her cunt, growing until her whole body shakes. “Oh…” she sighs. “Oh, Sir!” I hold her close, her raw, striped ass hot against my belly, as she writhes. As the tremors subside, I yank the plug from her butt and she comes again, this time louder and harder, dislodging my limp cock and spattering semen all over us both.

  Later, as she lies cradled in my arms, I wonder: Was this just a fluke? A one-time adventure? Or are we really going to begin again, those dangerous, intoxicating games we used to play? I kiss her hair and savor the soft, warm flesh pressed against me. I’m so grateful. I’m not going to worry about the future.

  “Jon,” she says, circling my nipple with her fingertip and sending little sparks to my cock. “You know, there are lots of things we never got around to trying…”

  And just like that, she has me spinning outrageous, lurid fantasies—like some teenager.

  BORROWER BEWARE

  Heidi Champa

  I looked through every drawer, but they were nowhere to be found. I resorted to sorting through the piles on the floor and the hamper in search of my favorite stockings. It was too cold outside to go to work with bare legs, and my last two pair of awful backup panty hose had runs in them. I needed my stockings, my perfect-fitting, black retro stockings with the seams, but they were gone. I had a sneaking suspicion about who’d taken them, but she was already long gone, too. I pulled a threadbare pair of leggings out of the pile on the floor and pulled them up my goose-bumped legs. They didn’t look quite right, but there was no time to worry about that. If I didn’t leave soon, I would be late. I vowed to confront Nikki, just as soon as she got home from work. It took all my strength not to call her immediately, but I knew this conversation was best done in person.

  Not only did she saunter in almost an hour late, Nikki was wearing my stockings, proudly. They looked fantastic on her, especially when complemented by the just-an-inch-too-short black skirt I’d bought her a few weeks back. I hated to admit it, but she almost looked better in my stockings than I did. Her young, pert legs begged to be covered with silk, and she acted like she knew it all too well. I watched her as she hung up her coat, wondering if the stockings were attached to my favorite garter belt. She put her keys in the bowl by the door and finally turned to face me. She smiled and looked so innocent, despite the evidence being in full view. I returned her grin, not wanting to pounce just yet. I wanted to bide my time, just a bit. Lay my trap and let her fall right into it.

  “Hey, baby, how’s my pretty lady today? Did you miss me?”

  “Fine, Nikki. How was your day?”

  She sighed and sat on my lap, squashing me back into the lounge chair I was sitting in. Planting soft kisses along my cheek, she reached my lips and went to town, moving her sweet tongue gently around mine until she was satisfied and pulled back. She looked so sweet and innocent, but I knew better. Behind those eyes was a ton of mischief, and that was one of the things I loved most about her. Her stocking-covered legs rubbed against me, the silky fabric caressing my now-bare legs. Damn, they felt good. I couldn’t resist running a finger along the seam, stopping just above the hem of her skirt. My finger traced along a flaw in the stocking, a small but distinct ladder that was starting to grow. Nikki cooed, nuzzling my ear while I teased her, unaware of my discovery. I decided it was time to go in for the kill.

  “Those are really, really nice stockings. Where did you get them?”

  She froze, only for a moment, knowing she was caught. Despite her best efforts to hide it, Nikki knew she had been found out. She wasn’t one to give up easily, but then again, neither was I. I could tell she was going to lie before she opened her mouth. Her face changed, her eyes averting from mine, just like they always did before she told a big fib.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I think I bought them a while ago. They reminded me of yours, so I thought I’d get them. Do you like them?”

  I laughed, moving my hand up to her neck, running my fingers through her hair. She relaxed back into my grasp, just in time for me to give her brown tresses a good yank. The yelp from her mouth sounded so cute, I gave her hair another pull, just for fun.

  “Don’t lie to me, Nikki. You are so lousy at it. Those are my stockings. I tried to find them this morning, but I couldn’t. You know very well I told you not to borrow those stockings.”

  I let go of my grip on her hair so she could look at me. Her eyes were full of remorse and she tried to sound contrite as she apologized.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I know you told me not to, but they’re so pretty. I didn’t think you would mind if I wore them just this once. Don’t you like the way they look on me?”

  She pressed a hand in between my legs and applied pressure to my clit. I let her do it for a few seconds, before pulling her hand away. I wasn’t going to let her talk her way out of her punishment. It was the only way she would learn.

  “They do look good on you, but that isn’t the point. I needed them this morning and they weren’t here. And now you’ve ruined them, haven’t you?”

  I turned her attention to the small defect in the back of the stocking near the lace cuff and her eyes widened in horror. I could tell she was waiting f
or me to yell at her, but instead I ran a finger along her cheek, still biding my time.

  “So what are we going to do about this little problem, Nikki? I think it’s time I taught you a lesson. What do you think?”

  She swallowed hard before responding with a timid nod of her head. Pulling her off my lap, I led her by the hand to the bedroom, her sweaty palm telling me she was just a bit scared. I started stripping her of her clothes, leaving the stockings and that perfect garter belt behind. The cool air in the house made her nipples peak, and when I moved my fingers over them, they tightened up even more.

  “So, are you ready to take your punishment, Nikki?”

  “Yes. I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me.”

  I smirked at her hollow apology, knowing that the real one wouldn’t come until later. I turned her away from me and she bent over the bed without any prompting. On the surface, Nikki seemed well trained, but she was always pushing me. I knew she did it because she liked her punishments a little too much. That made two of us. Her ass looked so tantalizing up in the air like that. The thong she was wearing nestled enticingly between her delicious asscheeks. The two globes of creamy white flesh called out to me, and I had to answer. My hand hit her ass, and she gasped at the pain. Her forehead rested on our rumpled sheets as I peppered her with more and more swats, going back and forth between each cheek. Her moans started to sound more like cries, so I stopped, admiring my work.

  The flush of her skin was nearly glowing, the red hue radiating heat when I touched it. I ran my fingers down her crack to her pussy, which was now soaking wet. I flicked each garter clip open, releasing the stockings from their confinement. I slid off her sodden thong and removed the garter belt from her waist. That just left my stockings, clinging beautifully to her thighs. I took my time sliding each one down and removing it from her long, gorgeous leg. It seemed only fitting to give my favorite stockings a proper sendoff, and I had a brilliant idea to put them to good use.

  “Lie down on the bed, Nikki.”

  She obeyed me quickly, stretching herself out on the bed like a good little girl. Kneeling next to her, I took one skinny wrist at a time and tied it to the bed frame using the black-seamed silk as her bond. I tied her up extra tight, just to prove a point.

  “Now keep those legs open nice and wide, Nikki.”

  “Okay, baby. I will.”

  My hands traced up her thighs with my fingertips, in no hurry to give my attention to her weeping slit. Starting at her knee, my tongue meandered up toward her pussy. Nikki tried to push her hips forward toward my mouth, but I continued on, licking down her other leg. She was already grumbling, despite my warnings for her to be good. I smiled, amusing myself with her torture. My fingers found her pussy lips, puffy and wet from arousal. That made her speak, even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to.

  “Baby, please. I need you.”

  I pressed my thumb to her clit while sliding my finger inside her and then pulling all the way back out. I licked my finger clean, just as she pulled her head up to look at me. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as she watched me. She looked sexier than any woman I had ever seen, her eyes pleading with me to give her what she needed. My moist finger slid back inside her, enjoying the tight, wet pull of her pussy. While I thrust slowly, I teased the tip of her clit with the pad of my thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure. Over and over, I plunged my finger inside her, taking my sweet time. She was practically whimpering for me to speed up, but I kept things at my pace.

  “Do you want me to lick that sweet pussy? Is that what all the fuss is about up there?”

  I knew she wanted me to, but I wasn’t about to give in that easily. I wondered if she could manage to say the words out loud, but when she looked down at me, she seemed to know I wouldn’t continue without them.

  “Yes. Please, baby. Lick my pussy. Stop teasing me. I’m so sorry. I won’t wear your stockings ever again, I promise. Please, baby, please.”

  I smiled up at her as I thrust two fingers into her cunt. Finally, after several more agonizingly slow strokes, I ran the tip of my tongue over her, her clit throbbing at the contact. I closed my lips over the tender flesh, tugging her clit to rapt attention. She always tasted so good, and I couldn’t help but moan as her essence hit my tongue. Sucking her hard nub into my mouth, I flicked it with my tongue, her hips thrusting up each time I made contact. I pulled back, looking up at my beautiful girl as I slowed my fingers down to a veritable crawl. Her eyes were closed tight, but once she realized I was staring, she looked down at me. I held her gaze as I laid a few small licks on her clit, not giving her too much, just enough to inch her ever closer to the edge. It was supposed to be punishment, after all.

  I pulled my fingers from her cunt and reached them up to her pouty mouth. Rubbing the moisture onto her lips, I let her lick around each digit before plunging them into her mouth. Again, she closed her eyes as she licked my fingers clean, savoring her own flavor as she went. When I was satisfied, I removed my fingers and trailed them down her body, leaving behind a moist trail on my way back to her pussy.

  “How you doing, Nikki?”

  “Baby, I’m sorry I was so bad. I need to come. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  “Aww, someone is impatient. Maybe I should take pity on you.”

  “Please.”

  She begged so sweetly; I knew I couldn’t make her suffer too much more. My fingers moved back inside her, the sounds of her sexy moans filling the quiet of the bedroom. I heard her pulling on her restraints as I put my tongue back to her hard clit and went to town, my poor stockings getting a workout from her once again. I held her unruly hips still, trying to regain control. I moved slow, then fast, my fingers and tongue furious one minute and plodding the next. Two fingers became three, four, stretching her open farther than she had been in months. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning into her cunt, my own pussy becoming wet and needy. I resisted the urge to finger my cunt, having better plans for myself than that.

  I could tell her orgasm was building inside her, but I backed off, leaving her restless and edgy for a few minutes longer. My fingers were out of her body, and I just stared at her, waiting for her to meet my eyes. As soon as she looked at me, I was back inside her, making a scream fly out of her mouth. I attacked her with my tongue, rubbing over her clit so fast she could no longer keep still. The heat, the explosion of her pleasure crashed so quickly, Nikki bucked off the bed, her hips moving violently. But I was relentless and kept up with her, and kept her coming for as long as I could. I didn’t think she was ever going to stop, and honestly, I didn’t want her to. As far as I was concerned, Nikki could keep going all night.

  Finally, she lay spent, her arms hanging loosely in their captivity. I moved up her body, my knees on either side of her stomach. I moved to untie her, but stopped.

  “Baby, please untie me. Haven’t I been good?”

  I moved my cunt close to her face, pausing a few inches from her pouting mouth. She tried to hide her smile, but couldn’t.

  “You’ve been pretty good, Nikki. But I think you still owe me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, baby. I do.”

  “Tomorrow, Nikki, we’ll see about getting me some new stockings. And if you use that tongue right, I may buy you a pair of your own.”

  ANYTHING SHE WANTED

  Neil Gavriel

  It wasn’t the first time she’d put her fingers in my ass.

  A week ago, I’d have said that Samantha and I were mismatched, a bad fit, but then she put her fingers in my ass and I’d very quickly reevaluated.

  We’d met at a mutual friend’s costume party a few months back. She was the devastatingly beautiful blue-eyed wood nymph with leaves woven into her long brown hair and a cosmopolitan always in hand. I was the superhero who couldn’t help but notice the way her too-short green silk dress clung to her slender body—accentuating an ass that was almost too perfect to be real—and who desperately wished he really did have X-ray vision (if only just for t
he night). Once I got a good look at those long, lean legs poured into shiny brown tights, my serious nylon fetish kicked in and I finally mustered the courage to speak to the dryad of my dreams.

  Samantha and I talked for hours that night while the room faded into a dull hum around us. Despite the obvious mutual attraction and a shared love for great food, strong drinks and old movies, I figured we didn’t stand a chance. Samantha was polyamorous and bisexual (and currently in a relationship—albeit a long-distance one—with a woman), while I’d pretty much been the poster boy for serial monogamy. One alcohol-lubricated night a month later I told her just what she did to me, but that me being monogamy boy meant it was a no-go. So, of course, a week after that we ended up making out in my kitchen at my twenty-seventh birthday party while giggling friends quietly excused themselves from the room; she’d batted those big blue eyes just a little too fetchingly when she’d asked for another cosmo, and I’d just had to pull her into my arms and kiss her. I didn’t think we’d last, but I’d had to taste her lips, had to feel her body against mine.

  And then, a week ago, Samantha put her fingers in my ass.

  She’d made the happy discovery as she was expertly sucking my cock and her questing fingers brushed against my asshole. I parted my legs slightly, and she read the invitation. She slicked her fingers with lube from the bottle she kept in her dresser drawer, while I shivered in anticipation. She slid one finger inside, then another, and my groans of pleasure gave away my secret, that I’d been waiting for her to discover just how much I’d wanted those fingers in my ass.

  Seconds later and I was trapped in that euphoric place, where I desperately wanted to come but just as desperately didn’t want it to ever end. Her mouth on my cock was wet, slippery, insistent heaven; her fingers unstoppable; and I could only hold off my orgasm for so long. “I want you to explode in my mouth,” she’d said, and so I did, my body convulsing, knuckles white as I clutched at the sheets of her queen-sized bed and took a deity’s name in vain.