Page 10 of Over the Line

“That’s better.” He grabbed her ass cheeks like he had earlier and squeezed again.

She surrendered to the exquisite pain, letting her body go limp.

“Now, Sydney, we’ll enjoy some mutual satisfaction.”

“Of course, Sir.” Was that the difference between him and other Doms she’d played with? From the beginning, he hadn’t wanted it to be about either of them in particular. Some guys were just into their own kink. Others seemed so intent on making her happy that they failed miserably.

Master Michael held her around the waist and pressed his body against hers, forcing her into the fence railings. Denim scratched her skin, and his cock angled suggestively between her cheeks. He rocked his hips, and she moved with him in a primitive, universal dance.

“You’re getting hot for me, Sydney.”

Her senses were overwhelmed. “Yes, Sir.”

“I like that.” He moved back a bit to slide his fingers over her hot folds, teasing and arousing, then pressing a thumb against her anal whorl. The fact that she couldn’t close her legs made escape impossible. She wriggled, trying to coax him into giving her more.

Skillfully, he stroked her clit, making her rise onto her toes as much as the restraints allowed. “Oh, Master Michael…”

“That’s enough,” he said, pulling away entirely.

“But—”

With a sharp smack to her pussy, he cut off her protest.

The pain heightened her arousal. She was lost in a delirium of desire, desperate to come.

“You’re a very sexy woman, Sydney.” He kept his fingers against the small of her back.

Before she could reply, he spanked her repeatedly, and hard.

Needing this desperately, more than she knew, she moaned.

He fondled her pussy.

“Oh, Sir. I want to come.”

“Ask.”

“May I?”

“Soon.”

“May I please come, Sir?”

“That will more likely get you what you want.”

But instead of bringing her off, he spanked her again, rapidly, leaving no part of her buttocks unscathed.

Her fingers were now in a death-grip around the fencing, and she needed to hold on so the world wouldn’t spin out of control.

When she was sure she couldn’t take any more, he gently squeezed her clit.

She whimpered. “I… Please. I want to come.”

Again, maddeningly, he denied her.

Sydney rose as high as she could, thrusting back toward him, wordlessly asking, seeking, but her efforts only earned her a pinch on her right thigh.

“Not quite yet,” he told her.