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

“Naughty little girl,” he murmured above her, that hot, sexy voice shooting another dart of lust to her cunt just as he brought the riding crop down on her ass once more—

harder this time. She flinched at the sting.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

She nodded against the throw pillow supporting her head. “A little. In a…good way.”

“Good.” Then he swatted her again, hard, the burn traveling all through her and settling firmly in her pussy.

She let out a small moan.

“Mmm, do you like that, naughty girl?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless.

“Well, here’s some more.”

He hit her again, and again, the hot sting flashing through her like lightning, like something illuminating her from the inside out.

Then his rhythm changed—he struck her faster, but with a steady beat, like a drum…like sex. She cried out lightly now at each hot blow of the crop, stunned at the incredible pleasure, even more stunned at how good it felt to relinquish her power to him. She lay there, content to soak it up, enjoying each intense sting of her own mini-whip.

“Mmm, I wish you could see how nice and red your ass is,” he cooed, sounding utterly turned-on.

“Me, too,” she heard herself breathe without planning.

“I should kiss it make it feel better,” he announced, just before his mouth rained kisses across her bottom.

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“Ohhhh,” she purred. “That’s so good.”

“How’s this?” he asked, his breath wafting over her skin as one finger eased into her anal passage.

She clenched her teeth and sobbed with fresh delight. She had no experience in that area, but dear God, his touches felt incredible—wildly consuming, more than she could have known. Her voice came out shaky. “So good.”

He kissed her ass again, whispering, “Then you’ll probably like this even better.”

“What?” she asked a split second before she felt something bigger, more solid, nudging at the same hole.

She looked over her shoulder to see Ty easing her vibrator slowly into the tight opening. “Oh God.”

Their eyes met and he flashed a dirty smile. “Have you ever been fucked here before?”

She managed a slight shake of her head. “And I never thought I wanted to, but…”

“But what?” he prodded.

“But, God, I do. Oh, I do!”

Just then, the vibrator slipped in, deep in her ass, and the pleasure seared her. She cried out, and Ty said, “Turn back around, baby, and relax. Just feel it.” Having little choice, she did as he instructed, not quite able to believe she’d ended up bound and being fucked in the ass with her own toy. But it was so good, in a way she couldn’t have fathomed before this moment. She lay moaning beneath him, her whole body on fire with heat and deep sensation.

She found herself pumping against it, amazed that something there could feel so overwhelmingly hot. “Oh God, I think I could come from this,” she admitted on a heated sigh, and he helped her, easing his free hand up between her legs, his fingers sinking into her moist folds.

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“Mmm, yes, yes,” she said as the heady delight took her to a place of swallowing intoxication. And within a few amazing seconds she was screaming her ecstasy as she drank in the pleasure delivered by both of his hands. The vibrations rocked her, rocked her…until finally they faded and she went still.

Ty eased the vibrator from her ass and bent to lower a kiss to her shoulder. “How was that, baby?”

Spent, she could only sigh her satiation, and they stayed that way for a moment, him bending over her, close enough that she could smell the musky scent of his skin as she listened to the Mardi Gras revelers outside.

Somehow, that sound reminded her—this had gone terribly awry. Or wonderfully awry, depending upon how she looked at it. But if she didn’t get back some control here—dear God, for the first time it occurred to her that Ty could take her mask off if he wanted to and there wouldn’t be a thing she could do to stop him with her hands bound!

“My turn,” she said, soft but sure.

He hesitated before reaching to untie her. “Are you sure?” he said, amusement in his voice. “Because from where I sit, you handled the submissive role beautifully, honey.”

She flashed a smile over her shoulder. “Okay, so I’m a flexible girl. It’s your turn to be flexible again.”

“About that,” he said, working the rope at her ankles once her wrists were free, “I love the things you do to me, baby, but you might as well know, submitting doesn’t come easy to me.”

Freed, she sat up next to him. “Then I guess I should be flattered that you’ve given me as much power as you have.”

“Yes, you should.”

“And you’re saying that’s over now?”

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His slight nod sent a stark disappointment barreling down through her. Because she wanted to do one more thing to Ty, just one more thing. He’d just inspired her, deeply, and she wanted to bend him to her will one last time.

Reaching out, she began to stroke his long, smooth cock, still standing at attention between his thighs. He pulled in his breath.

“Five minutes,” she whispered. “Five more minutes of surrender and I’ll take you to heaven, lover. I promise.”

The combined heat and tension in the room were palpable as their eyes met in the dim lighting. “I don’t think I can—” he began, but she cut him off.

“You can do this.”

He let out a sigh.

“Pleeease.” She flashed persuasive eyes through her mask.

He let out a soft chuckle. “I thought that was supposed to be my line.” She returned a small grin. “Unlike you, I’m perfectly willing to beg from time to time in order to get what I want.”

His eyes narrowed in grim amusement. “What do you want me to do?”

“Simple. Lay down on the couch like I was, on your stomach.” He lifted a finger in the air. “I don’t want to be tied up again.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Fine.”

And even despite his reluctance, Mia’s soul filled with