The Diary of Two Doms [BDSM]

The mistress's playroom part 2

Darkness...that's the only thing on Miles's mind as the coldness of the metal chains embedded into the floor, cool his slightly sticky sweat damp body. His breath is harsh and heavy as he raises his head in pure exhaustion. He had no idea that Kyrie was even capable of such dominance and creativity. The way she took all of his beefy, veined 10 inches between her lips...the way her speed picked up when he moaned for her to slow down...even the way she used her gifted tongue to clean his still very hard growth afterwards, brought him to his knees begging for her body.

"I didn't tell you to stop!" Kyrie hissed, her face flushed and breath just as heavy. She wanted more, she needed more of his delectably sweet arousal between her lips, sending her body rocketing into a much needed climax.

"I'm sorry mistress." Miles mutters, taking a deep breath as a bead of sweat dips down onto his thick sculpted shoulder. He couldn't take it anymore. Kyrie had been holding back this dark and sexy side of her for way too long. No woman in the history of women that Miles has dated has sent him running with his tail between his legs. Kyrie is definitely something all the way different. The first time he climaxed for her, he was already ready to call it a night. It's been several hours later- 5 climaxes more that he now realizes who the real dominant is.

"Then I suggest you continue." Kyrie orders, and honestly Miles couldn't be more famished than he is at this exact moment. Miles wants to ravish her core, devour it over and over again as she squirts her sweet juices down his throat. He craved her, he starved for her sweet tight delicious...

"Mmmm.." Kyrie moans, responding to Miles tongue lapping at her inner lips. This is definitely a man that knows his way around a pussy cat. The euphoria and adrenaline coursing through Kyrie's body sent her thrashing and convulsing, his tongue is gifted and she just can't have enough.

Her body is damp with sweat and ready to release everything she has into Miles. No man could make her come like Miles does. No man could leave her wanting and needing more at the same time. Every since she's met Miles, her world has been turned upside down both mentally and sexually.

Oh gosh! Kyrie thought, pushing her hands into his hair, gripping it and pushing him deeper into her sensitive nub. She just needs a little more, and him a little deeper. She fantasizes of his tongue, sliding deep within her as he held her down and made her take all of this pleasure he was willing to give. Dear Lord! She really needs that from him. Everything his body has to offer Kyrie will take with no hesitation. Miles makes her feel whole and warm, and safe, something she hasn't felt since she was a young girl in her fathers arms.

"Oh Mistress, you taste so good!" Miles groans, sinking in deeper, moving his tongue faster and his grip on her thighs get tighter. Oh, Kyrie's little heart can't take it! Her pants have gotten more desperate and her breath much shorter. It won't be long before she's squirting and releasing her soul into his.

"Miles! Miles! I can't hold it much longer!!!" Kyrie yells, too caught up in pleasure to realize she called Miles by this actually name instead of the play name she'd given him. That's never happened before with Kyrie and even tho Miles caught it, he simply shrugged it off and played along. He wanted Kyrie tonight. Not mistress, not his little dove. He wanted Kyrie.

"Come for me Kyrie. Show me how thankful you are." Miles growls, vibrating Kyrie's lower lips, and sending the last jolt she needed to send her body shattering beneath her. Kyrie's body shook and fought the two-three-four releases in a row. All Miles could do was watch in satisfaction. He had never made a woman come four times in a row.

He watched her face turn bright red and her moans grow louder. Man, he needed this girl. He wanted to show her how he really felt about her, but like every man in the world he was afraid that she wouldn't feel the same way. Right now, Miles couldn't imagine being with anybody else. As Kyrie lays there, her body convulsing and her body squirting sweet juices, a bright idea floated into his head like tornado winds picking apart an entire house.

Miles wants to be one with her.

Miles wraps his fingers around his growth, pleasuring himself with fast, heavy strokes. He closed his eyes imagining Kyrie touching him there, feeling her warm mouth brush his tip before she takes as much of him as she can. That only made him pick up his pace, getting closer to his climax. He can't stop stroking himself, thinking of Kyrie fulfilling his every desire. His breath gets heavy and his body comes closer and closer to his release until finally...

He shoves his member deep inside Kyrie...shooting his seed within her.

Damn...

Kyrie couldn't believe her eyes, nor could she find the words to say anything. She just laid there...staring deep into Miles's eyes.

What was she going to do?