Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress by Sindra van Yssel

thought it would be easier for her. In any case, it felt a whole lot more intimate. “Yes, Dane,” she repeated, even though it wasn’t clear what she was saying yes to.
    He picked up one of the small coils of rope and wrapped it around her ankle, which he then tied to the post at the foot of the bed. Then he did the same with the other, forcing her legs apart.
    Placing his hands on her thigh, he knelt between her legs. “May I kiss you, Sue?” he asked. His breath was hot on her pussy, and it was clear he wasn’t asking for a normal kiss.
    “Yes, Dane,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.
    He leaned forward and inhaled, closing his eyes as if concentrating on her scent. If it weren’t for the pleased look on his face, she would have been mortified at being smelled, but clearly he found something pleasurable in it. He bent forward and licked. The way her arms were tied, she could barely reach his head and rest her hands in his hair. She liked to push down on a sub, but she resisted. She was tied up, after all, which was more than enough reminder of who was submitting, even if Dane was on the floor kneeling.
    He knew what he was doing with his tongue, swirling it around her clit to drive her pleasure higher, darting away to lick her labia when it became too much. Then back again, more firmly. He stroked her stomach and thighs, his fingers digging in gently. Being tied freed her from the need to resist. As he built the pleasure up, higher and higher, all she wanted was to have him make her come.
    He got her close, and then leaned back for a moment, blowing cool air over her pussy instead of licking. She assumed he didn’t realize how on the edge she was, and she didn’t want to give him orders. Then he bent to work again. She moaned as the tension built inside her, craving release.
    He did it again, pulling back, this time licking her thighs instead of her clit.
    “Please,” she said. “I’m so close.”
    “Mmm,” he said. “I like that.” He moved and flicked her clit once with his tongue.
    Oh, thank God.
    He stopped.
    He knows exactly what he’s doing . “Bastard.”
    “We covered that earlier, I think,” he said cheerily.
    She reached for her pussy, figuring she’d get herself off if he wouldn’t. It was awkward at best, but she could touch her clit.
    He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands to the side. “No, I don’t think so.” He grinned at her.
    “Fuck.”
    “Was that a request?”
    “No!”
    “That’s a shame.” He let one of her hands go and traced a lazy finger from her belly button downward, touching her pussy and then continuing down her thigh. It was tantalizing, electric, and frustrating.
    She knew better than to try to pleasure herself again. He’d grab, and then he wouldn’t have his hands free to touch, and she wanted him to touch.
    “Because if it was a request, I’d be happy to oblige.” He let go of her other wrist and stood up. He slid his hand under his kilt. “If not, well, one of us will get to come, anyway.” He smiled. “And you can watch.” Moving his arm, he lifted the kilt farther. His cock was at full salute, and his hand gripped it tightly, sliding up and down the shaft. He wasn’t in any particular hurry, but he wasn’t merely teasing either. She couldn’t help but wish that was her hand. Or her pussy. Which she knew was exactly what he wanted.
    She bit her lip, watching. She didn’t want to give in. She liked giving the orders. But he clearly wasn’t going to stop, either. His eyes roved her body hungrily. She imagined him spurting over her, his cum landing on her stomach and breasts, but leaving her wanting.
    Hot in theory, but she didn’t want to be left wanting. I can get myself off later. Or get some sub to do it . But it wouldn’t be the same, and the latter made her feel unsettled. While the idea of Dane jealous had some appeal, she didn’t want to imagine anyone else. She certainly wasn’t going to have anyone else inside her.