His to Command

She leaned close to his neck and nuzzled, then murmured, “I’m in control now, do you understand? Displease me and I’ll leave you aching and wanting. Please me and I’ll give you the satisfaction you need.”

His head dropped back against the chair. “Yes, Mistress, I’m yours to command.”

She smiled and lifted herself, reveling in the feel of his big cockhead dragging along her passage, then she glided down. Slowly. She glided up and down again. His body stiffened as she took him deep, again and again. She moved faster, his shaft filling her. She squeezed it, so hard and thick.

Pleasure swamped her senses and she moaned.

“Oh, God, yeah.” Matt’s voice was deep and hoarse.

She kissed his neck. “Call me ‘Mistress.’”

“Yes, Mistress. It feels so good.”

Her breathing was fast and heat enveloped her. “Tell me more.”

“My cock is aching inside you. You feel so good around me that it hurts. It’s going to explode any minute now.”

She gazed at his face. “Not yet. Not until I say so.” She squeezed him and he groaned. It was so sexy commanding him to pleasure her.

His body was tense and his face contorted in delicious agony. She smiled and drew out the moment, continuing to squeeze him in her hot passage, her own pleasure rising as he quivered with need.

“Please, Mistress,” he murmured.

She was barely able to hold back her own orgasm, but she feigned a moment of consideration before she nodded. “You may come now.”

He shuddered and she felt hot liquid fill her insides. She glided her finger between them and flicked her clit. Wild sensations fluttered through her and she moaned as an exquisite orgasm erupted inside her.

She groaned as she continued to ride him, his big cock still stretching her as she bounced up and down, the wave of pleasure pulsing through her. Finally, she collapsed against him, mild eddies of pleasure still washing through her.

She could hear his heartbeat against her ear as she clung to his broad shoulders. She pushed herself to h

er knees, letting his spent cock slip from her, then she stood up.

“Is it clear now who is in charge?” she asked with a wicked grin.

He smiled. “You are, Mistress.” He gazed up at her, then his expression turned serious. “You have always been in charge.”

She drew in a breath. He’d said that kind of thing before, but she realized she was now beginning to believe him. And that gave her confidence.

She unfastened his wrists and tossed the leather straps on the desk.

“What would you like me to do for you now, Mistress?”

She smiled. “Well, there is one thing.” She walked toward the table and turned to face him again. “Come over here and kneel in front of me.”

He stood up and approached her, looming over her as he drew near, but then he knelt in front of her.

“Now, what do you think you should do while on your knees in front of me?”

He gazed up at her, then rested his hand on her stomach and stroked downward as he leaned forward. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed a handful, then drew his head back.

“No, not that. Think really hard. What did you tell me you were going to get on your knees for two years ago?”

His eyes lit up. “Really, Kate?”

She arched a mischievous eyebrow. “What happened to calling me ‘Mistress’?”

He smiled. “Yes, Mistress.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth, then kissed it. “Mistress, I love you with all my heart. I want you in my life always and will dedicate my life to making you happy. Will you marry me?”