Mistress Mine (5 page)

Her sub’s gaze zeroed in on her movement, mouth open enough
to show gritted teeth. His fingers clenched at the fabric they rested on, while
his cock bobbed with the small thrusts his hips made. His harsh breathing
mingled with her own to fill the room.

“Be still,” she admonished, flicking the flogger around her
thighs in emphasis. The delicious sting added to her growing arousal. Her sub
complied instantly, a very quick study, indeed, although she could see he was
practically popping out of his skin. Excellent.

Her own need drove her to move more quickly. She let go of
her breast and popped the clasp on her pants, widening her stance to keep them
from falling to the ground. She brought her first two fingers up tease her lips
before sliding them into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the digits to
moisten them, not because she needed to. God knew her pussy was dripping wet
already after such an arousing scene. No, this show was for Trey, designed to
drive him wild even though she forbade him release. She moaned past her
fingers, while thrusting them in and out. Trey’s body quivered as he watched.

Slipping the fingers out of her mouth, Juliette lowered them
to the waist of her panties. Past the elastic and into her curls they went. Her
slick folds welcomed them with heat, demanding attention for her clit. The
first touch of her swollen nub was almost enough to send her over. She had to
force herself to go slow, to tease and build the pleasure. Her breath came out
in pants; her eyes wanted to close to savor the sparks of pleasure shooting up
her core. She made them stay open so that she could see her sub’s face when she
climaxed.

It hit her hard and sooner than she wanted. The explosion
rocked her body, ripping a cry from her throat. The flogger snapped across her
thighs, peaking the pleasure higher, stronger. She moaned and rocked her hips
against her hand. Her fingers pressed against her clit, digging into her flesh,
driving her up again. The second orgasm, less intense, more diffuse, bathed her
body in pleasure. Throughout it all, her gaze remained locked on Trey’s, and
his remained locked on hers. His body, heaving with every breath, stayed
otherwise still, as she had commanded, under her control.

Chapter Four

Juliette watched her new boy slide his pants slowly over his
stiff cock and winced. It had to hurt and she considered briefly easing his
pain. She let him be, though. Denial was a good training technique for a guy
new to submission. It built emotional strength and would make him eager for
their next play date. She was certainly looking forward to it. Trey had given
her powerful pleasure and he hadn’t even touched her. It was the way he had
taken to the lifestyle, accepting the pain she gave him, following orders. If
ever a man had been tailor-made to be a submissive, it was this one. When he
finished dressing, he assumed the submissive stance without being told.

As a reward for herself as much as for him, she went to him
and lifting his chin with a finger, gave him a chaste kiss. At least, she’d
intended to give only a small sign of approval. His strong, warm lips parted
and followed her when she withdrew, pulling her back in. She slanted her head
to accept his invitation because God, she had missed this simple comfort. It
was effortless to slip her tongue inside his mouth and taste his heat. Her
sated and sleepy clit woke up, ready to tackle the hard, straining bulge that
stood mere inches away. It would take nothing to lean just a bit farther
forward and clasp his hot body to her own.

Too soon. She was doing what she always did, jumping in with
both feet. She didn’t know this man, couldn’t know what kind of sub he’d make
with such a short session under their belts. If she had learned nothing else
from Tom it was to take things slow and build up the intimacy before giving too
much of herself. Reluctantly, she released his mouth and stepped back. The
disappointed look on his face tugged at her heart and made her smile.

“That’s enough for one night,” she said sternly.

“If you say so, Mistress.” He clearly wasn’t convinced, but
then he didn’t need to be. It was her job to make the decisions.

“I do,” she replied. Giving the room a once over to make
sure it was as clean as when they had come in, she turned and walked out. She
smiled and said goodbye to Dru who hovered by the front door, a Cheshire Cat
grin on her face. The bouncer held the door open for them, wearing a similar
expression. It lifted Juliette’s spirits even more to know others had witnessed
her successful comeback into the lifestyle.

The September night was nice and cool. Few people were
hanging about this part of Boston on a Sunday. She stopped at the curb and
looked at Trey. He joined her, still holding his submissive pose. It spoke well
of him that he was able to keep his role even in the “real” world. But play
time was over and he wasn’t hers permanently, so she released him from his
obligation.

“You don’t have to submit any more tonight,” she informed
him, although she hated to stop. When he raised his eyes to hers, she forgot
her disappointment. She almost forgot her name. Inside the club, she hadn’t
noticed his sexy hazel eyes much because she had been so intent on making him
submit. Now they pinned her, made her heart stutter. They told her he wanted
her, he needed her. She stepped back to ease the intensity of his gaze.

“Well, it’s late. Did you drive?” That was it, keep it
mundane, ignore the fire his look had started deep in her belly.

He blinked a few times before answering. “Yes, I’m parked a
few blocks that way,” he said pointing behind him.

“Oh, well, I’m in a lot this way.” She pointed in the
opposite direction.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Thanks, but it won’t be necessary.” The night wasn’t quite
as cool anymore and if she didn’t distance herself from this man, she might
become the first verified case of spontaneous human combustion.

Trey shook his head. “Sorry, but it is. This is no place for
a woman to walk alone at night. Shall we?” He gestured her forward, one hand
hovering near her back as if to steer her down the sidewalk. It was that
possessive yet gentlemanly way men had of helping a woman along. The Domme in
her bristled at his manner. The primitive part of her, though, melted at the
gesture. Besides he was right, she’d be stupid to refuse the escort.

They walked in silence the couple of blocks to the little,
mostly empty lot where she had left her car. Taking keys from her pocket, she
unlocked the door and slid inside the driver’s seat. Trey stood by the open
door, his arm resting on the frame. “Will I see you again, Mistress?” His voice
was low and thick.

She swallowed hard. “Juliette. Out here, Juliette is fine,
and yes, you will. Are you free tomorrow night?” So much for slow! The question
was out before she could stop it. She held her breath, waiting for a reply.

“Yes, I am,” he answered, then frowned. “Oh, maybe not. My
current assignment might go later tomorrow than planned.”

She shoved her disappointment away. Of course the man had a
life. Work came before play, and his work was more important than most. “That’s
right, you’re with the FBI?”

“Yes, ma’am, Special Agent Trey Boudreaux.” He didn’t offer
his hand to shake which was just as well given what they’d done minutes ago. It
would be too weird to step back to formality.

“My last name’s Coyne,” she replied and reaching inside the
console beside her seat, took out a business card. “Let’s say we meet back here
tomorrow night at the same time. If you can’t make it, please call my mobile
number and we can reschedule. If you decide you want to, that is.” There it
was, her insecurity. She hadn’t had it all her life, only since Tom, the
rat-bastard.

Trey raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I want to. If I have been
even a little bit unclear about how much I’ve enjoyed myself this evening,
Mistress Juliette, please allow me to rectify it right now.” He gestured toward
his still hard cock pressing against his pants. Then he looked at her card and
frowned. “You’re an accountant?”

Juliette stiffened at the question. “Yes, why, do you have
something against bookkeeping?”

Trey chuckled and slipped her card into his pocket. “No, I
guess I figured you’d have a more, uh, athletic career.”

“You mean because I like to beat men?” She saw where he was
coming from. He shrugged and looked back at her sheepishly. Now, she chuckled.
“Like everyone else, I have my quiet, boring side. Anyway, being good with
numbers helps me keep track of how many times I strike your ass.” She gave him
a sly smile.

He closed his eyes and moaned. “You are killing me.”

“Good.” She pulled her door shut, started the engine and
rolled down the window. “Now, Trey, you will be a good sub and keep yourself
nice and hard for me until we meet again.”

His eyes widened. “You mean I can’t give myself any relief?”

She deliberately made her voice hard. “I mean that you, your
body, including your magnificent cock, belong to me for the next little while.
You will not touch yourself or rub yourself or let anyone else do it. You will
stay ready for me and only me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, and so we’re clear, there is no one else who is
touching my body right now. I’m all yours.”

Juliette’s breath hitched at his declaration, but she didn’t
let him see how affected she was. “Damn right you are,” she concurred and
peeled away before she lost control and pulled the man into her car.

* * * * *

“Eight.” The word burst past Trey’s lips as pain shot
through his body. His Mistress wielded a crop this second night of play. It
gave a sting more potent than the flogger as it concentrated on a smaller
portion of his body. Because she made him count the strokes, there was no
chance, either, to relax into the rhythm of the beating. The drifting peace of
the previous night eluded him. Instead, his body was inflamed with pain from
the bite of the crop and the tiny clothespins digging into his nipples.

“Nine,” he groaned as the crop slapped against his ass once
more. He yanked reflexively against his bonds. Once more, they were in the
stark room, his wrists manacled above his head. Nude, exposed, and under the
control of a woman he hardly knew, he had never felt more alive. It was not
unlike the heightened awareness that he had experienced when in battle. This
situation, however, made him feel safe and secure, as well. His raging hard-on
came not only from the adrenaline rush, but also from the stimulation of the
pain. There was no question that he was a submissive and a masochist. His cock
had been in various stages of hardness since the previous night. Every pinch,
slap, poke and prod from his Mistress made his rod harder, his balls more achy
and his slit weep with pre-cum.

“T-ten.” That was it. He had done it. Ten strokes and he
would get a reward. He didn’t know yet what it was. He wasn’t worried, though.
His Mistress would tell him what she wanted him to know when she wanted him to
know it. All he had to do was endure and obey. It was Heaven on Earth.

“Good boy,” his Mistress cooed, her cool fingers wiping
across his brow. “Time to get you down. First we’ll remove the clips. Take a
deep breath, darling, this will hurt much more than they did going on.”

Sharp agony ripped through his chest when first one clip
came off and then the other. Trey yelled and gulped in air. He gritted his
teeth against the pain, then he hardly noticed it. The effect was muted by
warmth that gripped his cock below the base of the head. His Mistress squeezed
and tugged his erection with one hand, while the other kneaded blood back into
his nipples. He moaned long and low, his head thrown back, his fingers curled
into fists. But there was no relief for him yet. Instead of continuing her cock
massage, his Mistress stood up and released his wrists. He grimaced and swayed
as she lowered his arms, rubbing the muscles. Her smaller body bolstered his
until he was steady on his feet once more.

“Time for your reward,” she whispered, her breath tickling
his ear. “Follow me.”

Juliette turned and walked over to the chair. Her body
hummed with arousal. Trey had taken a good amount of pain, had been a good
little sub and now he would know how much she appreciated his behavior. Turning
again, she watched him approach. His steps were steady, a good sign that he was
strong and she had been careful enough with him. Without being told, he kept
his gaze down, another good sign. He learned quickly and well. He stopped a
couple of feet from where she stood. His cock beckoned, and it took all of her
resolve not to reach out and clasp it again. Instead she gave herself a few
seconds to imagine what it would feel like to straddle this man and slide his
hot, hard length into her pussy. It would stretch and fill her and she would
welcome it with slick warmth and a tight squeeze.

God, if she thought about fucking Trey long enough, she’d
come right there. It was too soon for such intimacy in any event. That didn’t
mean she couldn’t enjoy other parts of his body. Toeing off her shoes, she
said, “Remove my pants.”

Trey jumped slightly at the command as if she had whacked
him hard with her crop. She didn’t need to order him again, however. He closed
the gap between them and with slightly shaky hands, undid the clasp of her
pants. They both watched them pool around her ankles before he knelt down and
lifted first one of her feet and then the other to free her of the material. He
stayed kneeling, waiting for the next command, his gaze fixed on her pubic mound.
She knew the small triangle of red silk was wet from her juices. She smiled
when he licked his lips. She snapped the crop against his cock for the pleasure
of seeing of his mouth pop open in a yelp.

“Naughty boy,” she chided. “I can tell you want a taste of
me.” She gave a mock sigh. “I suppose I can indulge you, but you’re going to
have to work for it. Pull down my panties.” She paused, grabbed a fistful of
his hair and yanked him back when he raised his hands to comply. “With your
teeth.”