Cinderella And Prince Dom by Sydney St.Claire Page B

got off the bed and headed for the armoire across the room. He returned with a small black remote in one hand and a whip in the other with what looked like a small jar as well. His cock stood proud and ready, and he didn’t even seem aware of his aroused state.
    But Jaimie’s body reacted. Her clit pulsed, and as she stared at the whip in his hand, she grew wet, remembering how he’d teased her with it before. “You are not playing fair.”
    “Never said I would. He held up the remote and touched a button. Above their heads, the ceiling slid apart, revealing a mirrored surface.
    Jaimie blinked as she stared at herself tied to the bed. Through the mirrors, she watched Bryce slid onto the bed beside her. He trailed the fringed end of the whip across her breasts. Then he flicked it, slapping at one of her nipples.
    She gasped. It didn’t hurt, his spanking earlier at the pond had stung much more, but her body tightened with need. He did the same to her other nipple, then alternated between teasing and lightly whipping her breasts with only a little sting that sent waves of desire coursing through her. In the mirror, she observed her white flesh turning a rosy pink. He repeated the flicking and slapping down her belly and across each thigh and even against her wet pussy. She felt the dampness of her juices on the leather when they made contact. Nothing hurt except the need building deep in her core. She bit her lip to keep from begging for more.
    “Do you trust me?” He dragged the end of the whip across her mouth, letting her smell leather coated with her scent.
    Keeping her mouth shut, she nodded. She did trust him with her body. She trusted that he knew exactly how to touch her and where to bring her to the most glorious orgasms, and that made her afraid.
    “Say it.”
    “I trust you. With my body.”
    “Are you my sexy slut?”
    Jaimie narrowed her eyes as he trailed the whip from breast to breast, breast to belly, and belly to clit. She gasped when he slid the thin rod of the whip through her slit, gliding it over her throbbing clit. She had to hold her breath to keep from crying out as he bounced the tip against her.
    Bryce set the whip down. “Stubborn girl. You know you’re going to admit it.” He shifted, knelt between her legs with his cock above her nest of blonde curls. He reached behind him, picking up a glittering jar. Opening it, he pulled out a brush. The bristles sparkled.
    She gasped when he twirled the soft bristles across one breast.
    “You, my lovely slut, have nice tits.” He applied the glittering powder to her other breast, paying special attention to her aching nipples. Then he twirled the brush down her belly, over her clit, and down to her pussy and back up, dipping the brush into the jar as he continued his upward path. Then he brushed her lips and set the jar aside.
    Watching him in the mirror was strangely erotic. When he leaned down to kiss her, his ass rose into the air and his cock slid against her. God, he had the most amazing ass she’d ever seen. She wanted to squeeze the firm flesh and guide him into her. His lips brushed hers, his tongue darting out to lick the powder from her lips.
    “Sweet. Like you,” he murmured as he teased her lips.
    She tried to ignore him. He nipped her lower lip, she moaned, her mouth opening to allow him to enter. She tasted sweetness. Honey. Groaning, she tried to capture his tongue, but he evaded her, trailing his mouth down her throat to her breasts. He sucked and licked, swirled his tongue around her hard nipple, then nipped her gently.
    The ache between her legs grew, but she couldn’t move them. The weight of his hips kept her from thrusting upward. Her breasts were so sensitive that the slight abrasion from his shadowed jaw made her gasp.
    “Your body wants me.” He pinched her nipples. “You can’t deny me or yourself.” His mouth trailed down her belly, licking her clean, his tongue swirling in the tiny indent. In the mirror, she