Mardi Gras by Lacey Alexander (reading the story of the TXT) 📕

vigorously at her slit, getting her wetter and wetter, making her think yes, yes, and making her know that disguising herself to be his secret lover was the best thing she’d ever done.

“Oooh, yes, lick my pussy,” she cooed over him, watching as he dragged his tongue all the way from her opening up over her clit. “Oh God, yes, baby, that’s good.” She lifted one high heel to the couch, her knee bent, to give him even better access, beginning to raise herself toward his ministrations. All the while, she caressed her breasts, gently massaging, lightly twirling the nipples, her black beads clicking together lightly as she thrust at him.

When he looked up, his eyes going glassy at her self-caress, she upped the heat by pushing one breast as high as she could with her hand, then bending toward it—just barely able to rake her tongue across her own nipple. She felt a shudder run through him and cast a sexy smile. “Don’t stop,” she told him. “Lick your Mistress Mina’s pretty pussy.”

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Mia’s body was on fire. She wanted to raise the temperature in the room even more, though, so when she caught sight of the riding crop next to her shoe, she took it up and began to swat Ty’s ass in time with her light lunges against his oh-so skilled mouth. In one way, she hated to think of all the other women she knew he’d been with over the years, but in another, she couldn’t have been more pleased to have a man of such experience between her thighs. She moaned as the pleasure grew and grew—glad she hadn’t climaxed before when he’d been in the chair, glad she’d saved it up for now, because she suddenly wanted, more than anything, to come in his hot, sexy mouth.

She whimpered as she drove at him, her Mardi Gras beads snapping together harder. She soon stopped hitting him with the crop, instead reaching past his bound hands to slide the tool up and down the valley of his ass. The new sensation made him moan deeply, so she kept it up, thinking of the leather braiding passing back and forth across his asshole as she got closer and closer to orgasm.

She lowered her free hand to his thick, sandy hair, thrilled by the simple sensation of running her fingers through it, but soon enough she was using it to guide him, to force him, to make him press himself deeper against her as she fucked his mouth. “A little more, baby, just a little more,” she murmured, pulling him to her pussy while she stimulated his ass with the crop.

Both of their moans filled the sultry air, drowning out the CD of sexy songs she’d made, as well as the noises from outside. She wondered briefly if anyone beyond the balcony could hear them, and she hoped so. She hoped all of the French Quarter could hear them making each other so hot.

And then his lips clamped tight around the swollen bud of her clit, and she thrust at him harder, and—oh God—it broke over her like a tidal wave, more consuming and overpowering than anything she’d ever experienced. She heard her own screams without being fully conscious of making a sound. The pleasure pulses were wild, drenching, filling her ears, her whole body—every limb seemed to vibrate with the intense waves.

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She lifted, attempting to pull her pussy away from his mouth because it was too much, she couldn’t take it, needed to let it pass and then recover—but Ty wouldn’t release her, following after her cunt until he was pressing her into the back of the couch to keep sucking at her clit. His insistence should have been something to be punished, but it dragged her orgasm out, longer, harder… better. Mmm, yes.

So when the flood inside her finally calmed and he drew back to kneel before her, she didn’t say anything about discipline. In fact, she could barely move. She felt limp and heavy, thoroughly fucked without having been fucked yet. Amazing.

Even more amazing was that Ty sat patiently waiting between her knees for his next instructions, suddenly her obedient little sex slave.

“Was it good?” he asked, looking as if he very sincerely hoped he’d pleased her. His face glistened with her wetness.

She nodded, still trying to come back to herself. “Are you ready for more?” she asked, maintaining her sultry voice.

“Oh yeah, baby. I’m ready for whatever you want, Mistress Mina.” She couldn’t keep a wicked little smile from spreading across her face. “My, my, aren’t you just a good little boy now? Maybe I should reward you.” His eyes sparkled with fresh anticipation. “How?”

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Chapter Four

Ty could barely breathe by the time he sat back down. His entire body felt on edge.

God, even his ass, from the way she’d rubbed him with the riding crop. He’d never felt anything like that. Had never even thought he’d want to. But Mistress Mina was teaching him a thing or two—just when he thought he knew everything there was to know about sex.

She slowly got to her feet, her fuck-me-now shoes accentuating those long, silky legs, leading up to her sweet little pussy, shaved so smooth. He didn’t think he’d ever been with a woman so incredible.

As for the bondage stuff—he’d been right, he liked being tied up. But he hadn’t even thought about issues like discipline coming with that, and that part…well, it wasn’t easy, but he’d decided to give himself over to it as much as possible, just for this one night. After all, he’d wanted this, hadn’t he? And like an answer to a wish, here was the mysterious Mina, bringing his fantasies to life and adding to the mix with her hot little commands and that sexy riding crop she used so well.

She walked toward him, her lush lips gleaming with the hint of a smile, and it was