“Mariah?”
Her eyes instantly flicked open in a haze at the husky masculine voice that had dominated her masturbating fantasies eons before. Disoriented, she found her wide-eyed stare steadying on the familiar chestnut eyes of a suited man she thought she had once escaped months ago. Could it really be him? How the heck did he find her?
Mistress V spun around, waves of electric fury rolling off of her. “You don't interrupt a scene.”
Orgasm on hold, Mariah could hardly breathe. In fact, she had stopped breathing. The man really was here, in the flesh. She wasn't delusional. If anything, he looked more chiseled than before, the suit as crisp as their prior meetings in the board room and beyond. His once over was as penetrating as it had been before.
With a slight nod, to Mariah's relief, he excused himself. Still, she felt too frozen to track his departure. All she could do was force herself to fill her lungs with air and release the stiffness that had taken over her body. As she started to breathe and relax again, she noticed Mistress V's penetrating regard of her.
“Interesting.” Mistress V's narrowed eyes drew up warning flags within Mariah. “You gripped me extra tight when he interrupted. Makes me want to push—”
Mistress V struck a deep place within her, and Mariah couldn't help but buck her hips forward and moan.
“—that hard limit of yours on public humiliation. You like it when you go all animal on me in public? Let the world know how sweet a cunt you have, what a whore you are, that you like being fucked like a slut?”
Oh, god, that was furthest from the truth. What the heck was Mistress V doing, still stroking her and talking dirty? Fucking her pussy as if it was some sort of lie detector? Breathless form Mistress V's relentless probes, Mariah shook her head.
“Hmm. Perhaps you like being watched by a third party? How about sex with a handsome stranger who chances upon two copulating females? Still not your cup of tea?” The dips and glides quickened in pace and pressure, and she couldn't resist squeezing those fingers. “Ah, there we go, a bit of that clench again, but not as strong as the one you gave me when caught in the act by that handsome man. Tell me, would you like me to invite him over to play with us?”
Her heart stopped at the absurd notion. She wasn't a doormat or a play thing! She fervently shook her head and cursed herself when she felt her pelvic walls tighten around Mistress V's fingers.
“Interesting,” Mistress V muttered, her eyes narrowing. “You shake your head but your pussy liked that idea. So do those beaded pebbles on your chest.”
Mariah's breath hitched. Oh, god. No!
“Not to mention the catch in your breath and those flushed cheeks …” Mistress V's lips curved with sinister intent. “However, some more alone time together would ensure that this pussy is mine.”
A few quick jerks of those fingers coupled with several swivels of the thumb to her clit sent her flying. She came, screaming into the wool stocking as Mistress V continued stoking the fires of her orgasm.
Her eyes instantly flicked open in a haze at the husky masculine voice that had dominated her masturbating fantasies eons before. Disoriented, she found her wide-eyed stare steadying on the familiar chestnut eyes of a suited man she thought she had once escaped months ago. Could it really be him? How the heck did he find her?
Mistress V spun around, waves of electric fury rolling off of her. “You don't interrupt a scene.”
Orgasm on hold, Mariah could hardly breathe. In fact, she had stopped breathing. The man really was here, in the flesh. She wasn't delusional. If anything, he looked more chiseled than before, the suit as crisp as their prior meetings in the board room and beyond. His once over was as penetrating as it had been before.
With a slight nod, to Mariah's relief, he excused himself. Still, she felt too frozen to track his departure. All she could do was force herself to fill her lungs with air and release the stiffness that had taken over her body. As she started to breathe and relax again, she noticed Mistress V's penetrating regard of her.
“Interesting.” Mistress V's narrowed eyes drew up warning flags within Mariah. “You gripped me extra tight when he interrupted. Makes me want to push—”
Mistress V struck a deep place within her, and Mariah couldn't help but buck her hips forward and moan.
“—that hard limit of yours on public humiliation. You like it when you go all animal on me in public? Let the world know how sweet a cunt you have, what a whore you are, that you like being fucked like a slut?”
Oh, god, that was furthest from the truth. What the heck was Mistress V doing, still stroking her and talking dirty? Fucking her pussy as if it was some sort of lie detector? Breathless form Mistress V's relentless probes, Mariah shook her head.
“Hmm. Perhaps you like being watched by a third party? How about sex with a handsome stranger who chances upon two copulating females? Still not your cup of tea?” The dips and glides quickened in pace and pressure, and she couldn't resist squeezing those fingers. “Ah, there we go, a bit of that clench again, but not as strong as the one you gave me when caught in the act by that handsome man. Tell me, would you like me to invite him over to play with us?”
Her heart stopped at the absurd notion. She wasn't a doormat or a play thing! She fervently shook her head and cursed herself when she felt her pelvic walls tighten around Mistress V's fingers.
“Interesting,” Mistress V muttered, her eyes narrowing. “You shake your head but your pussy liked that idea. So do those beaded pebbles on your chest.”
Mariah's breath hitched. Oh, god. No!
“Not to mention the catch in your breath and those flushed cheeks …” Mistress V's lips curved with sinister intent. “However, some more alone time together would ensure that this pussy is mine.”
A few quick jerks of those fingers coupled with several swivels of the thumb to her clit sent her flying. She came, screaming into the wool stocking as Mistress V continued stoking the fires of her orgasm.
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The above excerpt is from Purr Scent III: The Mistress (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio Book 3) in which Mariah Olsen enters a kink club for the first time and plays with Mistress V.
Purr Scent III: The Mistress (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio Book 3) is part of a six-part serial featuring a lesbian Domme, a bisexual female, and a heterosexual male Dominant in a complicated menage. The first part of the story, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is a free read on all retail sites. |
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Jacintha Topaz is the author of Purr Erotica Romance, devoted to FF, MM, LGBT, MFF Menage and More BDSM, kink, bondage, fetish, spanking, domination, submission, hot, sexy, erotic romance reads. When not writing, she can be found indulging in cashews and kefir and her secret love of armchair gardening.
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