Possession (The Mate Games 3)

When I’d started this, it had been about helping her reclaim some control, but now that we were fully in the scene, I was just as into it as she was. More, even. Who knew power exchange could be so fucking hot? The anticipation of what she’d do next and when I’d get to come had my balls aching with need.

“You did. That tongue piercing of yours is a gift. Now stop talking before I gag you.”

I had to fight back a groan.

“Hmm, you know, that’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had.” She leaned down and picked up a strip of her torn fleece-lined leggings. “Did I ever tell you about the time Father Gallagher blindfolded me and watched me make myself come?”

A low growl left me before I could stop it.

She smirked. “Jealousy looks good on you.” Then she strolled around me until she stood behind my kneeling form. “He took away my sense of sight, told me what to do to myself, barely fucking touched me, then came all over my cunt.”

My hips jerked, cock searching for her warm, wet sheath. I could smell her slick as she wrapped the fabric over my eyes. Fuck, it was all over the blindfold. I didn’t know how I was going to last. I was a stiff breeze away from coming all over myself like a fucking teenager.

“You like how I smell, don’t you, pet?”

Pet? Fuck. Yes.

“I do, baby.”

She caressed my hair, giving it a sharp tug and whispering in my ear. “Call me Mistress when I’m owning you, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I couldn’t see through the thick material covering my eyes, but holy hell, could Ifeel.Her fingers traced my mark, dancing over the skin like the wings of a butterfly. The sensation sent goosebumps across every single inch of my flesh that wasn’t rock hard and straining. I leaned back in search of more, needing her body against mine, but she denied me.

“On your feet,” she commanded.

It was tricky to maneuver with my hands bound and eyes blindfolded, but I did it. She rewarded me with another low, throaty purr. “Good boy. Now take two steps back.”

There was a moment when my wolf balked, not liking that it couldn’t ensure we were safe, but my trust in my mate prevailed. She wouldn’t ask me to do anything that would hurt or embarrass me.

The backs of my knees hit the hard chair behind me after exactly two steps.

“Sit.”

I sat.

“Spread your thighs.”

I spread them.

“Hands to yourself, pet. I’m going to play with you now.”

I could hear the soft thud just as her hands landed on my knees, shoving my legs further apart as she settled between them. Her hair brushed my inner thighs, the tendrils feeling like the finest silk sliding across me. And when the strands slipped over my cock, I bit back a moan of pure need.

Fuuuck me. This was heaven. No, it was hell.

Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

Then she took just the tip of me in her mouth and sucked. Hard.

Stars exploded behind my eyes.

“Fuck, Sunshine.” My hips kicked forward in search of more.

She lightly scraped her teeth along my sensitive flesh. “Mistress,” she corrected. “And if you speak again without permission, you won’t get to come.”

My entire body tensed in protest, my arms straining against the leather at my wrists.