Submitting: A Mischief Erotica Collection. Justine Elyot
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the truth, I hadn’t. I’d done it because I couldn’t help myself. I’d wanted to hold her hair, tight, feel what it was like to have her captured by me, and not the other way around, just for a moment.
‘I don’t believe you. Start counting.’
I gripped the edge of the table where my waist touched it. The last thing I wanted was to jerk forward and have the end of my cock collide with the wood.
‘Ahh…’ I gritted my teeth as a stinging blow attacked my right buttock.
‘Count.’
‘One.’ Fuck, what the hell was she using?
I turned in time to see my own shoe being swung towards me. The leather sole hit down with another raging slap. The heat was instant, burning over my skin and fizzing its way to my asshole and cock.
‘Two.’ I twitched. The first lashes of anything were always the worst.
‘Keep still.’ She hit again. There was nothing weak about it. She’d put everything into the strike.
I shut my eyes. ‘Three.’ White-hot flashes of light burst behind my eyelids. They reminded me of fireworks, sprinkling outwards.
Another hit. The sparkles I was staring at exploded, cascading.
‘Count.’ She palmed my sore buttocks and caressed the pain.
‘Four,’ I murmured, my cheek bunching onto the files.
‘Good boy, you know it’s worth it.’
She was right, of course she was. When my arse was on fire it was as if all my senses were heightened. It was a buzz I craved. I could almost feel the endorphins scorching my veins.
Her caress stopped, and she hit again. The sole of my shoe cracked against my skin, the noise not unlike a loud clap of applause. ‘Five.’ I held my breath, waiting for the next.
It came, covering the cleft between my buttocks. ‘Jesus! Six.’
‘That’s it,’ she said, reaching beneath me and grasping my cock. ‘Collect it all here, you deserve it. Working so hard, all that responsibility. Now it’s time to play hard.’
The thud of the shoe landing on the floor registered in my brain just a second before she started peppering kisses over my burning buttocks.
I sighed into it. Enjoying being stroked and kissed. My legs were weak, but I’d locked my knees. I wondered if Tanya had ever been spanked. Ever had her pale, smooth arse cheeks reddened by someone’s hand or flogger. I pictured her in my position – bent over the desk, naked, her breasts pressing into the files, me standing behind her, palm itching to smack her hard and fast. How her skin would bloom with colour, her flesh would wobble slightly, tense, her back would arch. I’d put my hand in her hair, the way I just had, and pull her head back so I could hear her moans.
I lifted my cheek from the desk and turned my head to face the other way, hoping I might leave my reckless thoughts behind. What was I doing? I shouldn’t be thinking about dominating my Mistress. Of administering pain and punishment. That was for disobedient submissives. Not me. I always played by the rules; it was my very nature.
‘Always so hard when I let you out to play.’ She rubbed my shaft, base to tip. ‘So hard.’
I groaned. I wanted to get to the main event. I wanted her to let me come in her mouth, or fuck her over the table. Maybe she’d let me go down on her and allow me to wank myself off at the same time.
All of these scenarios skittered through my mind, each one the flash of an image. I wanted it all. I needed it all.
‘Such a hot arse you have now, sub,’ she said, kissing up the channel of my back until she reached my nape. She was still fondling my dick, her clever fingers flicking over my balls, too.
I moaned and shut my eyes. Lust spun within me like a sticky web I’d been caught in. My heart thudded, my skin was alive, sensing every shiver in the air around me.
‘Tanya,’ I murmured.
‘Mistress, call me Mistress.’ She slapped my arse, hard.
I cried out and then shoved my fist in my mouth for fear of being heard. Damn, that had been a new tier of pain on top of the layers she’d already applied.
‘What is the matter with you?’ she asked by my ear. ‘Do you want more punishment?’
‘I’m sorry, whatever you think, Mistress.’
She didn’t speak; instead, she squeezed closer, her breasts pressing through her corset against my torso. She treated my cock to more pressure, more speed, wanking me the way I’d do it myself, hard and firm with a bit of twist when reaching the head.
‘Oh, God, yeah…fuck, yes…Mistress.’ I was going to come. The climax was building within me. My arsehole trembled; the seam of skin between that and my balls contracted. Heat flooded my cock, the pressure reaching boiling point. ‘Ah, I’m going to come, let me come.’
‘No.’ She stepped away.
A void engulfed me. It was like falling from a plane without a parachute. The pain in my dick, the agony of having had orgasm only a whisper away then to be denied, was excruciating.
I stood and went to grab my erection. I had to come. The pain of not was a knife twisting in my lower belly, a basting of hot tar over my sac.
She slapped at my hand. ‘No. Don’t touch yourself.’
Her cheeks were red as she glared up at me. She was breathing fast, her breasts beginning to spill from the corset. I could see her left nipple. A strand of hair had caught on her lower lip but she hadn’t appeared to notice.
‘Mistress, I need…to come.’
‘You will when I tell you to.’
‘No.’ I shook my head and reached for my cock again.
‘How dare you.’ She grabbed my wrist and yanked my arm away.
My cock throbbed, my arse stung. I wanted this woman beneath me. I wanted to sink deep. Bury myself in her, become at one with her pussy, connect, ride to the point where we both were lost to everything except each other.
‘No…how dare you.’ The words spilled from my mouth as though I had no control over them.
Her lips formed the perfect ‘0’, but only for a second because then I covered my mouth with hers. I shoved my tongue into her the way I wanted to thrust my dick into her sweet, clenching cunt.
‘Mmm…’ It wasn’t a giving noise of acquiescence or surrender; she was mad as hell.
I shook her free of my wrist and clutched her hair again, the strands thick and satisfying in my hand. I curled my other arm around her waist and pulled her close, her breasts mashing up against my chest.
She writhed and wriggled, furious at being disobeyed, raging at being kissed passionately by me without permission. Her anger seeped from every pore on her body.
But I didn’t let up. She wanted me, needed me, the way I needed her. I knew it.
She whacked my shoulders with her fists and tore her mouth from mine. She was gasping for air.
‘Tanya.’ I cupped her arse. ‘Please, let’s do this…like this.’
‘What the hell?’ She pulled her eyebrows low and glared at me.
‘Like this,’ I said, pushing my erection forward so it lodged harder between our bodies. ‘Let’s fuck. Let me be your man, let me take the lead.’
‘No, you’re my sub, I’m your—’
‘Mistress, I know. But right now…’ I shook my head and lowered my voice. ‘I just need to fucking fuck you, woman.’
She stared at me, her eyes flashing. ‘You want me to