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.HARDCORE SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD, IF YOU AREN'T ONE HUNDRED PERCENT SURE THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE INTO, SKIP AHEAD.
.YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, DO NOT GET ME BANNED FOR YOUR CHOICES.
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That was all the signal she needed, she spun me around, knocking the teacup out of my hand and gracefully snatching it out of the air without spilling a drop. Which proved quite redundant, as she followed it up by throwing the tea in my face. Shoving me back and slamming me against the nearest wall, she ran her tongue up my body, starting at my solar plexus, moving up my cleavage to my throat. She brought her teeth around my collarbone and bit down, hard.
I whimpered slightly as she drew blood, causing her to wrap her hand around my breast and dig her nails into it, raking them down, leaving little red streaks of irritated skin in their wake. This was that dark side of her that I didn't know what to do with… anywhere else but the bedroom. Here I knew exactly what to do with it. Here, I took a dark pleasure in it. Here, I reveled in it as much as she did.
She groped both my breasts, massaging them just hard enough to be painful. She used them like handles, pulling me lower, and planting her lips over mine. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, dominating mine. She twisted my breast like a knob, eliciting a muffled groan, turning me around, then released her grip with a shove, knocking me down onto my back on the snow-bear rug.
She pounced on me like a tiger on a fox, "Roll over bitch."
I did as ordered, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in the rug, pushing up on my knees to bring my ass up. "Good bitch," I could hear that slash of a grin in her voice as her hand came down, eliciting a satisfying and painful smack, followed by another, then another, and another. Alternating from one side to the other, every third coming down dead center and sending vibrations right between my thighs. The vibrations brought me to the edge and I yearned for those third strikes, but then I felt Cassie invading my mind, filling it with one thought, "No."
She reached between my thighs and cupped me, her hand suddenly growing cold as ice, bringing me right back. I jerked away, but she shoved me right back down, "Stay on it, bad bitches get punished." I shivered as the cold spread over my most intimate regions, not a single hair to insulate them. She slowly moved her hand back, her frigid fingers never leaving my skin, slowly frosting over my juices as she moved up between my cheeks and began probing me. First one frigid finger, then two, then four, and finally her whole hand. The icy fist twisted inside of me, slow and gentle, a constant freezing fullness, incredibly uncomfortable and erotic at the same time.
Then, even with the cold, the slow movement, the pressure, the sensations rose again, ready to push me over the edge. And again, just when I was just inches from the point of no return, she stopped and slowly slipped her hand out of me.
Then for a moment, there was nothing, and I realized that I was panting.
"Just like a real bitch." Like a shadow, Cassie was back, and I felt the light constriction of soft leather suddenly encircling my neck.
The Collar.
With that, she unceremoniously pushed me over, onto my back again. She held up her hand, electricity crackling from one finger to the next. The grin cut across her face was terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.
Just the same as the first time I saw her face, all that was missing was the steel glinting in the moonlight.
She ran her hands over my nipples, giving them just enough of a shock to get me squirming. She leaned down, whispering, "I love the look of you right now," she nibbled on my ear. She spoke through her teeth as she pecked her way down the side of my neck with little bites, "Naked." She reached down and pressed on my maidenhood, "squirming."
"Oh!" I breathed at the sudden application of pressure.
"Vulnerable." She licked her lips, and gave my maidenhood a shock that sent me into spasms.
"You're my bitch, mine and no one else's." She brought her lips to mine again, the shocks didn't stop, but lowered in intensity. She pushed herself into my mind, and I let my psyche be overpowered, a wave of pure dominant energy flowed from her to me. I was hers, she was mine, I utterly and truly belonged to her, as she did to me.
My eyes snapped wide open and I stared deeply into the twisting constellations above. Ecstasy filled me and for the briefest moment, the feeling between the two of us was greater than mortally achievable
"Mistress!" I screamed, muffled by her mouth on mine, as we writhed together, our very souls connecting for the barest hint of a second.
She pulled away slowly, our synergy having been realized. "Now," she said, the knife slash grin growing, "Now the real fun can begin."