Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis Book 1) Golden Angel (top 10 non fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

Hell, there probably wasn’t. His hands weren’t exactly small. Which made her think about him fisting her, and her body did another absurd little jump of excitement. Part of her wanted to tell him to do it now, to see how far he could push her, but she was too scared. One day, her mind whispered, and the fantasy was enough to push her closer to orgasm.

He pumped them rhythmically, the four in her pussy pushing in deep as the two in her ass retreated, then trading places. She could feel his eyes on her, observing her, examining her with heat and a critical eye, purposefully driving her higher and higher. The throbbing in her breasts was beginning to hurt more and more, adding the necessary dash of spice for her to truly enjoy her pleasure.

When he leaned down and swiped his tongue over her swollen clit, Domi went off like a rocket, her body spasming in ecstasy. She cried out as his tongue circled the swollen bud, fingers still pumping and moving inside her. The thrusts felt rougher, harder, filling her completely and sending her into paroxysms of rapture that encompassed her entire body.

“Mitch! Fuck, Mitch!” She thrashed uselessly against her restraints when he sucked her clit into his mouth, sending her flying, her muscles shuddering as the tension uncoiled, leaving her utterly spent.

And they hadn’t even had sex yet.

Mitch

Sliding his fingers from Domi’s clenching holes, Mitch straightened, smiling as she slumped, breathing heavily. The paper beneath her ass was a mess of liquid, and his hands were coated in her juices—proof of a job well done. Not that he was done.

She was all stretched out and ready for the next part.

Quickly turning off the pump and releasing the suction from Domi’s breasts, Mitch leaned down and gave her nipple a quick nip, making her gasp.

“A little more sensitive than usual?” he asked innocently, enjoying her aghast expression.

“More than a little.” Some of the lustful haze in her eyes cleared, anticipation and apprehension rising—exactly what he liked to see. Mitch chuckled, setting the suction cups aside and moving down to her feet to release her ankles. For the next part of their activities, he wanted her on her stomach, so she could really appreciate just how swollen and plumped her breasts felt.

Turning her onto her stomach, he enjoyed her gasp as her chest pressed down, her spine arching to lift some of the weight off her chest. He didn’t immediately correct her posture, though. Dropping the lower section of the table, he left her legs dangling against the padding while she was bent at the waist, putting her in the perfect position to be spanked or fucked.

“Oh!” She wriggled in surprise, twisting and arching, her bottom lifting, legs kicking slightly. So completely helpless.

“Perfect,” he murmured, running his hands over her ass. His cock jerked in anticipation. Lifting one hand, he gave her bottom a short, sharp smack, and Domi moaned, squirming even more in response. Between her cheeks, the little star of her anus winked at him.

Domi had never crossed that line during any of the Submissive 101 classes nor with Mitch since then. Anal play? Plenty. Anal sex? Zero.

Stroking his finger down the center of her crease, Mitch grinned when his fingers paused on the crinkled hole, and Domi froze. At the very least, she had to have a suspicion of his intentions.

“Have you ever had anal sex, Domi Darling?” he asked, dropping the doctor persona. He didn’t want to be someone else for this, didn’t want to roleplay anymore. While that was fun, especially with the room set up, he wanted it to be clear this was between the two of them.

“No, Sir,” she said softly, turning her head slightly and trying to crane her neck to see what he was doing. Pushing his gloved finger into her again, it sank in easily since he’d already stretched her out, but this time, there was nothing to distract her from the sensation. Well, other than her breasts, but nothing else below her waist.

“Why not?” He’d always wondered. Granted, he hadn’t pushed the issue before tonight, but he’d had the sense she wouldn’t welcome it. While anal sex had never been stated as a hard limit, he’d instinctively shied away from it with her. He moved his finger back and forth inside of her, mimicking what he was planning to do with his cock once his question was answered.

One shoulder lifted. Her curls hid most of her features, but from what he could see, she looked sheepish.

“Anal seems so… intimate. It seemed like a big deal, like something I should do with someone…” Her voice trailed off.

“Anal means commitment?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. That was one he hadn’t heard before, and it was cute as hell.

“Maybe.” There was a touch of defensive testiness to her tone. Mitch pushed a second finger into her ass, making her gasp and lose some of the attitude, reminding her who was in control.

“Well, it’s a good thing we decided to be committed because I’m going to fuck this pretty ass tonight.” He pushed his finger in deep, and she whimpered, her head falling down to rest against the table, body shuddering in response. “Unless you want to safe word, you’re about to lose your last virginity, darling.”

Another whimper, but no protest. Her response was music to his years.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathless.

Domi

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

It wasn’t as if things going in her ass was something new. She hadn’t met a Dom who didn’t want to play with her ass, even if they didn’t do it for every scene, and Mitch was no exception. But none of them had pushed for sex as if sensing her hesitation, somehow knowing it was off-limits. She’d noticed good Doms seemed to have a keen sense for avoiding things that would get a