Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress by Sindra van Yssel Page A

“Did you bring condoms?” she asked at last.
    “Of course.”
    “Fuck me.”
    His hand slowed. “You’re not in charge here, Sue.”
    He told me he was willing. Why isn’t he? She gritted her teeth. “Please.”
    “Please what, Sue?”
    She clenched her teeth harder, but that wasn’t going to get her what she wanted. She took a deep breath. “Please fuck me, Dane.”
    “Thought you’d never ask.” He fished a foil wrapper out of his left pocket and ripped it open. She watched him slide the rubber sheath over his magnificent cock. Then he crouched down again and touched her nether lips lightly. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”
    Good God, I’ve been ready for him for ages . “Yes! Dammit.”
    “Not my name.”
    She sighed. “Yes, Dane.”
    He pushed forward, holding her thighs. His cock stretched her as it slid in, inch by inch. Then he stopped. She knew he hadn’t gotten all the way in yet. Did he want more begging? Instead she scooted forward as best she could to get more of him inside.
    He thrust forward, filling her to the hilt. As he did so, he stretched out over her, his hard chest against her sensitive breasts, pinning her torso down. His lips sought hers, taking her breath away.
    They joined together hard. She met his thrusts, her tied ankles still allowing her enough leverage to fully participate. Each thrust of his pushed her body into the bed. Her pussy felt completely full, stretched to the limit, but she wanted more. They moved together so fiercely she was sure they would both be bruised, but she didn’t care. She tried to grab him and hold him to her, but her arms were held fast. That excited her more.
    She couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. It was freeing. There was no Mistress in her under his strength and passion, tied by his rope, but she felt whole nonetheless. Real. And tantalizingly about to come. Will he let me?
    This time, though, he slipped a hand between their bodies and pressed on her clit. “Come now, Sue.”
    As if she could help it.
    She screamed her pleasure as the tremors ripped through her, curling her toes and making her back arch when the bonds gave her limbs nowhere to go. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and then rippled around it as it swelled inside her.
    He grunted and tensed, his cock pulsing as he came too. His face twisted with the intensity of it, almost as if his orgasm was painful, and then the most blissful look passed over him. For a moment, her lion looked like a saint. Then he was pressing down on her again, kissing her neck and her breasts. They lay there, joined. He slipped his hands between her body and the sheets, and she wished she could hold him back as he held her. She could at least grab his sides.
    Then, far sooner than she wanted him to, he gripped the base of the condom and slid his still-hard cock out of her pussy. She knew sooner was safer, but she wanted him to stay. She’d thought of him as in touch with his animal side, and he was, but even more significantly, he freed her to be, by taking responsibility where it was needed. She’d forgotten how good letting go could feel. He tossed the condom in the trash can and then sat on the bed next to her. He kissed her softly.
    “You’re a very good lover, Sue,” he told her.
    “You did all the work.”
    “No, not all. And that was what I wanted, anyway. To free you for a few moments.”
    “That’s all we have, isn’t it? A few moments?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She didn’t want to press him for anything more. She wasn’t ready to give up her Mistress persona. Dane was a nice—no, an extraordinary—change of pace, but he didn’t fit in her life as it was.
    He turned himself around, stretching his body next to her so he could untie her ankles. She felt his cock against her arm and was aware of his breath on her thigh. “It’s all anyone has. A few moments at a time.”
    She smiled. He was like Bruce, talking about how all one had