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Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

Cover 200x300Chapter 10 –  Heart, Body and Mind – Mine

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.


My sleep has been unbroken the entire night, an unusual phenomenon for me. I have rested peacefully and without dreams in the circle of your arms; each time I have moved you have tightened around me pulling me in, holding me closer to you. After my first attempts to find my edge, sleep in my normal small space of the bed, I eventually relaxed against you in the dark and allowed my unconscious mind to take over. Somehow, I know I am safe and secure, that you would keep the monsters at bay.

“Mind and body,” I had said to you last night. Was it a promise or something else? Your arm encircles me, pulling me tightly against you, your hand moving to cover my breast as your thumb rubs my nipple into a hard nub. Do you know I am awake or are you simply laying claim to what has already been offered, freely given? Your knee pushes my legs apart as your hardening cock nestles between the cheeks of my still sore ass. Your lips run across the back of my exposed neck, gently nipping my skin with your teeth as if to lay claim, finally eliciting a soft moan from me as I push back against you.

“Good morning, honey girl.”

“Morning, Beloved Master.”

I feel you pushing against me and already I am ready for you. Slick with anticipation I push back and feel your hard cock at the entrance of my already throbbing cunt. With one slow rock of your hips, you fill me completely as you pull me back onto you, rocking your hips with slow, sure movements, each time filling me further, pushing me closer. Your hand runs down my side, hooking under my leg to lift it over yours, opening me further, giving you greater access driving deeper into me. You hold me so I am unable to do anything but draw breath each time you thrust more deeply into me, each exhale a moan of pleasure as you push me over the edge into orgasm. Your hand trails up my side and once again captures tits, thumbs traveling over nipples before fingers pinch and finally you fill your hands with heavy breasts, even as you pull me closer, take my shoulder between your teeth.

“Mine.” I heard you whisper just as I shatter into ecstasy, sobbing in relief. You hold me still, so I feel each flutter of my pussy around your dick, each time my muscles clench to hold you where you are. My breath comes unevenly, and my hands have been clenching sheets for want of something to hold. You are still hard inside me, stretching me, and I am still tightening around you with muscles that know you by now.

Did I hear your whispered words? I feel you stroking my leg, then pushing back where we are spooned together, you still deeply tucked into me. I am content just like this, could stay like this forever I think. With arm around my waist, you rock us to the side, “Get up, honey girl, on your knees.”

As you slip out of me and behind me, you deliver a light tap to my aching ass cheek, eliciting a surprised yelp. Tucking one of the pillows beneath me to raise my ass up and stabilize me, you run hands down my sides and across the cheeks of my ass, admiring your handiwork of the night before. I can feel your eyes on me, feel you staring even as you push my legs further apart, and you run your hands up the inside of my thighs. One hand reaches between my legs, spreading swollen lips, pinching then rubbing the nub of my clit; I groan my pleasure even as you remove your hands.

You move closer, and I feel you rub the head of your cock across my now sensitive slit. Without stopping, you push yourself into me driving as deeply as possible. Pulling out smoothly so only the head of your dick is inside, you hold yourself still above me, your hands spanning my hips preventing me from setting a pace of my own. I feel my heartbeat throbbing around you, as you hold yourself motionless until you once more push yourself to the hilt, filling me completely. With each slow stroke, you bring me closer, sundering me from sanity.

At the top of a stroke resting inside of me, pressing at the roof of my pussy, you push my legs together so I am squeezing you tighter. Leaning forward against my back you place your legs outside of mine, making me completely subservient to your movements, holding me entirely yours, my body entirely within your control.

With the same slow motion you have used all morning, you drive yourself deeper, filling me until your entire dick is buried in me, stretching me more than ever before. I am nearly weeping with the sensations. Your hands reach to grab my hips, digging in as you begin to pump into me, filling me and rubbing across sensitive nerves, crossing pain and pleasure until I am unable to tell the difference.

“Touch yourself,” you command me.

My hand reaches toward my dripping pussy and throbbing clit. Two fingers begin to massage, pulling even more sensations as you continue to pound into me from behind. I can feel your pace quicken even as both of us begin to breathe more heavily. The muscles in my legs are beginning to quiver, and your hands are grabbing harder into my hips, sure to leave imprints beyond just the moment. My hand on my clit keeps pace with you now, wanting to cum with you; as your strokes become longer and faster, so my fingers move harder and faster.

Your hands tighten on my hips as you slam into me hard, pulling me backward. “Mine!” This time not whispered but growled. I feel your dick jerking inside of me as you orgasm hard, just as my own orgasm takes hold of me. I think, Yours, even as you collapse forward onto my back. We don’t move for minutes, continuing to savor the aftereffect of orgasm, the final muscle twitches and throbs around your cock as you lose your rigidity and finally pull out of me.


Cum for Me, A Taste

Cover 200x300Chapter 8 – The Meeting

Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.

 


 

You have commanded my wardrobe; this time you have selected my attire for the day rather than telling me what you would prefer. Where I would have dressed in jeans, you scanned my closet and found a skirt one that skims my hips and grazes my knees, light enough the sun shines through giving a hint of what lies beneath. If a wind catches it, my near nakedness will be revealed as you have directed me to go without panties, again. Silk falls over breasts, covering but hinting at what lies underneath, the hint of a bra that leaves my nipples free to be teased by you or the soft glide of material as I move; this must be part of some grand plan you have. Though both of us love my collection of high-heels, logic wins the day, and I have slipped on ballet flats. The only addition is a gold chain with a bell around my left ankle to match the one still around my waist.

“Let me see you,” you say as I emerge from the closet. “Come on, twirl.”

“Jesus, I twirl this skirt lifts to my hips and shows everything. Let me put on some panties. It is broad daylight.”

“Didn’t you say just a little while ago you were mine to command?”

“Well, yes, but really isn’t this going a bit far? What if something were to happen? What if I was to slip or a wind was to blow my skirt up?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. That is what grown assed men do. Now twirl, and let’s go.”

I twirl and the skirt lifts right up to my hips as I predicted, coming to a stop in front of you as you lean back in the leather chair with a broad smile on your face I can feel my face heating up, a flush rising from my chest and coloring my cheeks.

“Come here.”

I walk over to where you are seated, stepping between your legs and allowing you to turn me around. You lift my skirt and gently rub where you had previously spanked me in the shower. You leaned down to kiss the imprint your hand had left. Finally, you leave a gentle kiss just above the cleft of my ass. Turning me around, you let my skirt drop and wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me into your lap; it is a gentle embrace.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes, sometimes I am. You want to own me, heart, mind, body and soul; that is nearly all of me. You don’t want to give that much of yourself, do you?”

“We will talk later. Before this weekend is over, we will talk.”