Submitting: A Mischief Erotica Collection

‘Oh, God, yeah…fuck, yes…Mistress.’ I was going to come. The climax was building within me. My arsehole trembled; the seam of skin between that and my balls contracted. Heat flooded my cock, the pressure reaching boiling point. ‘Ah, I’m going to come, let me come.’

‘No.’ She stepped away.

A void engulfed me. It was like falling from a plane without a parachute. The pain in my dick, the agony of having had orgasm only a whisper away then to be denied, was excruciating.

I stood and went to grab my erection. I had to come. The pain of not was a knife twisting in my lower belly, a basting of hot tar over my sac.

She slapped at my hand. ‘No. Don’t touch yourself.’

Her cheeks were red as she glared up at me. She was breathing fast, her breasts beginning to spill from the corset. I could see her left nipple. A strand of hair had caught on her lower lip but she hadn’t appeared to notice.

‘Mistress, I need…to come.’

‘You will when I tell you to.’

‘No.’ I shook my head and reached for my cock again.

‘How dare you.’ She grabbed my wrist and yanked my arm away.

My cock throbbed, my arse stung. I wanted this woman beneath me. I wanted to sink deep. Bury myself in her, become at one with her pussy, connect, ride to the point where we both were lost to everything except each other.

‘No…how dare you.’ The words spilled from my mouth as though I had no control over them.

Her lips formed the perfect ‘0’, but only for a second because then I covered my mouth with hers. I shoved my tongue into her the way I wanted to thrust my dick into her sweet, clenching cunt.

‘Mmm…’ It wasn’t a giving noise of acquiescence or surrender; she was mad as hell.

I shook her free of my wrist and clutched her hair again, the strands thick and satisfying in my hand. I curled my other arm around her waist and pulled her close, her breasts mashing up against my chest.

She writhed and wriggled, furious at being disobeyed, raging at being kissed passionately by me without permission. Her anger seeped from every pore on her body.

But I didn’t let up. She wanted me, needed me, the way I needed her. I knew it.

She whacked my shoulders with her fists and tore her mouth from mine. She was gasping for air.

‘Tanya.’ I cupped her arse. ‘Please, let’s do this…like this.’

‘What the hell?’ She pulled her eyebrows low and glared at me.

‘Like this,’ I said, pushing my erection forward so it lodged harder between our bodies. ‘Let’s fuck. Let me be your man, let me take the lead.’

‘No, you’re my sub, I’m your—’

‘Mistress, I know. But right now…’ I shook my head and lowered my voice. ‘I just need to fucking fuck you, woman.’

She stared at me, her eyes flashing. ‘You want me to be your sub?’

‘If that’s what it takes to make this work.’

‘I?’ She appeared confused.

‘Allow me to take the pressure off you. Hand yourself over to me, Tanya. I’ll make it good for you.’

She looked like she still didn’t believe me. What the hell? Just because I’d played along with her D/s game didn’t mean I couldn’t hold my own.

‘Are you saying no?’ I asked. ‘No, you don’t want me to fuck you?’

She was silent.

The atmosphere between us was electric. I could almost feel the charged particles fizzing the hairs at my nape.

Where was this going?

Had I screwed it up for us? Whatever this crazy thing was we had going on, was this the end? Should I have just shut up and handled the pain of not coming?

‘Damian,’ she whispered, uncurling her fists and setting her hands flat on my shoulders.

A small kernel of hope popped inside me. It was the first time she’d used my name when we’d been alone like this. ‘Say it again.’

‘What?’

I pulled on her hair, just a little. ‘My name. Say my name.’

She gasped, a small puff of air that collided with my lips. ‘Damian.’

I allowed myself a small smile of triumph. The way she’d said ‘Damian’ went straight to a place in the very core of me; it melted a piece of my heart that had been kept in the dark for a long time.

‘Tell me you want this,’ I whispered. ‘Now.’

Again she was silent.

I sensed a hundred arguments flashing through her mind.

She pressed her lips together.

‘Tanya…’ I slipped my hand from her arse to between her legs. I pressed on the gusset of her panties. Oh, yes, they were damp, more than damp. She was wet, wet and ready for me to fuck her. ‘Be my sub, just once, try it on for size.’ I circled the material over her clit, stimulating her with small movements the way I knew she liked.

‘Yes.’

I stilled for a moment. Had I heard her right?

‘Don’t…stop…’ she said. ‘Do it. Fuck me, Damian, the way you would if you weren’t my sub. If you didn’t obey me. Just…fuck me.’

I didn’t need telling twice.

I found the hooks at the front of her corset that held it together, released the top one and was thrilled when the others followed suit. It fell to the floor.

Her pale breasts spilled free, and I caught them in both hands.