Ava's POV
I sat in my room and looked at the ceiling. I was supposed to be at my father's for dinner an hour ago. My phone just kept going off and going off and I wanted to turn it off. However I missed Diana's call yesterday and that got me stuck with her long, constantly busy, around the world schedule and she wouldn't let me catch a nap anywhere. The event is tomorrow and my dress is ready. I still don't want to wear that thing. Diana is coming to pick me up, she wants me to spend the night there.
She wants to get up early and attend to hair and nails. Ugh. Her ringtone finally went off and I answered, "Yes Mistress?"
"What are you wearing?" she asks and I smile. "Why?" I ask and I hear a knock at the door. To be honest I was wearing a bra and tom boy shorts. I have this thing about wearing clothes in my house. I wasn't expecting her to come upstairs though.
I open the door and she's standing there and I know I'm drooling. She's leaning against the door frame. She has on these baggy dark blue jeans , a white crop with a black blazer on, white high top sneakers with the tongue flared and laces untied causing the jeans to cuff perfectly. Her hair is straightened and framing her face perfectly , and she has a white SnapBack on backwards.
She smiled as she slid her phone in her pocket. I've never seen her like this. Her smile faded and her face went to lust. She grabbed the back of my thighs and put me over her shoulder. She kicked my door shut and went straight to my bedroom.
She threw me on the bed knocking the wind out of me. She wasted no time getting on top. "This is why," she whispered in my ear and I heard the tearing of cloth and then her hand cup my sex. She reached down into her pocket and pulled out a white cloth that she blindfolded me with. I heard a zipper and then a pop sound.
She put my hands around her neck and soon I felt something poking at my entrance. "Ssshhh," she said covering my mouth. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear. "I just feel like fucking you until your sore. I'm sure you won't mind," she said and then she slid it in.
My legs locked in pain. I felt my walls stretch and it hurt. I was distracted by her vanilla scent and her body smothering my own. I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. How do you keep that in your pants? She kissed my lip and started slowly going in and out, reminding me to relax. I already was losing my mind. I rested my hands on her chest, to stop her from going deeper but she realized that fast and just smiled as she left hickies on my neck.
She raised herself up and pulled my arms above my head with one hand and threw my leg over her shoulder. "Noo no- ... MMmmm!" I moaned as she went in deeper. My legs trembled at this. She went faster and I eventually came.
It wasn't over. It was far from over.
She flipped me over on my stomach and began pounding. Not too long after did another orgasm rock my body. She shuffled on the bed for a minute and ripped my blindfold off. The first thing my eyes landed on was the mirror. Her hands were on the small of my back as I arched for her. She bit her lip and my jaw dropped , sexually satisified, "for once I can't take the dick" expression. She fucked me hard and fast making me cum for a third time. She laid down and pulled me to sit up on her. I was riding her now and I know I was screaming at the top of my lungs because there was nothing else I could do.
My legs trembled and I could not take anymore. I crawled forward to get off but all she did was grab my arm and swing me to face her. She wasn't even sweating. She bear hugged me as she stood up and placed me against the wall. She wrapped my legs around her waist and fucked me against the wall. I buried my face in her neck.
My phone went off and she took it out her back pocket. It had been ringing constantly this whole time. "I'm gonna answer and your going to tell your father your busy," she said and my eyes met hers. I shook my head and she raised her eyebrow at me. "I have some interesting items in my car," she threatened and then answered the phone. "Ava! You could have at least called and-"
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Beads Of Demand
General FictionIt takes a lot to be a Mistress, a domme and still be able to love after the days work. So I stopped loving. It became more than fun, a career, it became a way of life. It was my life. It was a chess board and I beat whoever dared claim to be my opp...