The Mistress
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“Two,” he’d said.
“Spoilsport.” He always did play it safe with her mind games. One to four could mean how many fingers she shoved inside him. One to four could mean how many times she’d let him f**k her. Today one to four meant how many hours she would tease him before they got down to the actual f**king. So for two hours, she slowly stripped him naked, kissed and nibbled on every inch of him—his tattooed biceps, his strong collarbone, his favorite inches—but never once did she let him come.
At one hour and forty-five minutes, she tied him to a chair. She’d seen Griffin put at least a dozen men and women into similar situations. Fucking the tied up and immobilized made the sexual violating so much easier.
Once she’d secured Griffin, she sat on the leather sofa opposite him. She pulled her panties down and draped them over his thighs. Then, throwing one leg over the arm of the sofa, she proceeded to pleasure herself in rather graphic fashion. She found it gratifying to tease him about how her underwear seemed to be rising off his lap.
“Nora...please,” he begged, “you’re killing me here.”
“That’s Mistress Nora to you.”
“You shouldn’t treat another Dominant like this.”
“If you didn’t want to be my man-whore today, you shouldn’t have let me in your place.”
“I’ll never do it again.”
“Really?” she asked, lifting her hips to give him a better view.
“Okay, I totally will. Please?”
“I am so wet right now. Can you tell?”
Nora spread herself as wide open as she could. To make the show a little better, she slowly slid a finger in and out of her vagina. Griffin moaned in the back of his throat.
“My clit’s swollen, too. Wonder what I should do about that...”
“I have some suggestions.”
Nora coughed.
“I have some suggestions, Mistress,” Griffin said. Even a hard-core Dominant like Griffin knew better than to antagonize a horny Domme in the mood to top.
“I think my panties just saluted my vagina.”
“My c**k would love to salute your cervix.”
“You have quite a way with the pickup lines, Griff. If you beg some more, I might let you salute any part of me you want.”
“Please, f**k me, Mistress. Or let me f**k you. Or grab someone off the street and let me f**k him or her while you watch. I don’t care. I need my c**k inside someone, you preferably, in the next five seconds or I will die in this chair, and you’re going to have to answer to the law for that. And my parents.”
“Oh, I’m so scared. Not your parents.”
“Dad can get pissy.”
“I’m still not scared. Let’s try bribery. If I f**k you now, will you promise to give me a massage after?”
“I will massage anything and everything you want me to, Mistress. Especially your pu**y with my entire hand.”
“Will you take me out to dinner?”
“You pick the place. I’m buying.”
“Of course you are. I think I could use a night in the city, too. I might want to ride your c**k all night long.”
“Anywhere. Mi c**k es su cock.”
“Gansevoort penthouse.”
“It’s yours.”
Nora rolled up off the couch and dug in her bag for the necessary items.
“Now I’m going to gag you. Don’t take it personally. It’s easier for me to orgasm if you aren’t talking my ear off the entire time.”
“Anything. Cut my tongue out. Just f**k me.”
“Your desperation is very pleasing, Griffin. If you keep this up, I might even let you come, too.”
“I’m keeping it up, I swear to God.”
“I can tell,” she said, eyeing his erection.
Nora ripped open the condom package and tossed her panties across the room. She took about one minute longer than necessary to roll the condom onto Griffin. Afterward, she grabbed a rubber ducky squeaky toy from her bag and shoved it into his bound hands. Once gagged Griffin wouldn’t be able to safe out or tell her he needed to talk. Squeezing the duck would be his out. Not once in their years as f**k buddies had he ever squeezed the duck.
“By the way,” Nora said as she slathered Griffin in lubricant, “if you come before I come, I’m leaving you tied to this chair for another hour while I f**k myself with the vibrator in my bag. Then I’ll take pictures of you trapped like this and send them to Kingsley, who will show every single member of his household before putting them in your file.”
“You’re a sadistic bitch, Mistress.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Will it get me laid? That’s all I care about right now.”
“It’s about to.”
For a moment Nora considered spending five minutes longer than she had to gagging Griffin to torture him a little further. But she was horny enough and she was in no mood to torture herself.
She straddled Griffin’s legs but didn’t let him inside her yet. As she hooked the heels of her boots onto the bottom chair rungs, she unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra in the front. Pressing her bare br**sts against his chest, she relished the warmth of his male body against her hardening ni**les. Later she would make him suck and kiss them for a solid half hour while he engaged in some digital pu**y worship. Griffin was fantastically good with his hands, after all. She had it all planned out. They’d get to the hotel and then she’d tell him exactly what he would be doing to her for the rest of the night. No reason to tell him now. Not like he was going to argue with her about any of it. And he certainly wouldn’t be given a choice.