Fuck, but he wanted to feel that mouth on him. Pulling one ring from between her pink lips she grasped his cock with one hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around his girth. With the other she rolled the ring down his length, Gregori knew he was larger than average and the ring was made for a smaller member. The fit was painfully tight, and it sent shivers of heat down his spine. Her nails slowly moved back up the length of his shaft. They were natural and not overly long but felt exquisitely sharp against his violently sensitive dick. Gregori closed his eyes against the sight and gave in to the bliss of her nails dragging lightly along his hard flesh.
When she reached the tip she placed the other ring under his crown; the fit was tighter still. It dragged a groan from him, the combination of pleasure and pain. Megan's eyes, Megan's hands, the cold, unyielding rubber of the rings. He opened his eyes and looked down. The ring dug dramatically into the ruddy skin of his cock, the pale blue color a striking contrast to the nearly purple crown, which was weeping pre-cum.
"Very good, Sug. Now stand behind the chair and bend over."
*
Megan licked her lips as Gregori followed her instructions and bent over the low-backed chair she'd indicated. He presented himself like an experienced sub would, bent at the waist, his thighs spread, his wide back arched. He was a living art exhibit of the beauty of the male form, and Megan wanted him. She took a deep breath to steady herself. She was going to teach him a lesson for his breach in manners, and damned if she wasn't going to punish him for making her want something she couldn't have.
She picked up the crop and moved in front of him, resting one knee on the seat of the chair. He kept his eyes down now, finally, but that gorgeous back flexed as he took a deep breath. She wondered if he was scenting her, drinking in her arousal. The thought sent a surge of heat through her, and that just pissed her off even more. Placing the tip of the crop under his chin, she raised his face.
"You're much too experienced, Sug, to have so blatantly broken the rules and attempted to leave me before I dismissed you."
"If you do not intend to use me, I am not required to stay." His words were bold, but his breathing was labored. He couldn't hide his excitement from Megan if he tried.
"That may be true, but you also didn't say your safe word. That is the only way to free yourself from my company."
"You did not give me one."
That was true, she realized. She hadn't given him one because she'd had no intention of using him.
"All right, then, Sugar. What is you safe word?"
His lips crooked up in a slight smile, and she felt her anger flare. "I leave that up to you, my Mistress." Gregori was taking pleasure in disrespecting her, in pushing her. The big, gorgeous Russian bastard was trying to top her from the bottom.
"Fine," she snapped. "Your safe word is no ." Simple enough and before this night was through he would be screaming it to the rafters. Megan was furious, with Gregori, but more so with herself. She did not mix sex and her activities as a Domme, and she was beyond pissed that Gregori was forcing her in that direction. But she was even angrier with herself because she was letting him.
She thought, again, of the way Gregori described being Dommed, of trust and surrender. For her, that's what lovemaking was; a complete surrender of control, losing yourself in another person. The exact opposite of what she wanted when in her Mistress Megan persona.
The iron control her father had wielded over her for the first half of her life had been almost more than she could bear. Megan loved her daddy with all her heart, and she knew all his demands on her had been out of love. That hadn't kept her from feeling suffocated by his expectations. Beauregard Jamison had seen his actions as protecting his baby girl. Megan never had seen it as anything more than Daddy controlling her.
Shaking her head, she moved
When she reached the tip she placed the other ring under his crown; the fit was tighter still. It dragged a groan from him, the combination of pleasure and pain. Megan's eyes, Megan's hands, the cold, unyielding rubber of the rings. He opened his eyes and looked down. The ring dug dramatically into the ruddy skin of his cock, the pale blue color a striking contrast to the nearly purple crown, which was weeping pre-cum.
"Very good, Sug. Now stand behind the chair and bend over."
*
Megan licked her lips as Gregori followed her instructions and bent over the low-backed chair she'd indicated. He presented himself like an experienced sub would, bent at the waist, his thighs spread, his wide back arched. He was a living art exhibit of the beauty of the male form, and Megan wanted him. She took a deep breath to steady herself. She was going to teach him a lesson for his breach in manners, and damned if she wasn't going to punish him for making her want something she couldn't have.
She picked up the crop and moved in front of him, resting one knee on the seat of the chair. He kept his eyes down now, finally, but that gorgeous back flexed as he took a deep breath. She wondered if he was scenting her, drinking in her arousal. The thought sent a surge of heat through her, and that just pissed her off even more. Placing the tip of the crop under his chin, she raised his face.
"You're much too experienced, Sug, to have so blatantly broken the rules and attempted to leave me before I dismissed you."
"If you do not intend to use me, I am not required to stay." His words were bold, but his breathing was labored. He couldn't hide his excitement from Megan if he tried.
"That may be true, but you also didn't say your safe word. That is the only way to free yourself from my company."
"You did not give me one."
That was true, she realized. She hadn't given him one because she'd had no intention of using him.
"All right, then, Sugar. What is you safe word?"
His lips crooked up in a slight smile, and she felt her anger flare. "I leave that up to you, my Mistress." Gregori was taking pleasure in disrespecting her, in pushing her. The big, gorgeous Russian bastard was trying to top her from the bottom.
"Fine," she snapped. "Your safe word is no ." Simple enough and before this night was through he would be screaming it to the rafters. Megan was furious, with Gregori, but more so with herself. She did not mix sex and her activities as a Domme, and she was beyond pissed that Gregori was forcing her in that direction. But she was even angrier with herself because she was letting him.
She thought, again, of the way Gregori described being Dommed, of trust and surrender. For her, that's what lovemaking was; a complete surrender of control, losing yourself in another person. The exact opposite of what she wanted when in her Mistress Megan persona.
The iron control her father had wielded over her for the first half of her life had been almost more than she could bear. Megan loved her daddy with all her heart, and she knew all his demands on her had been out of love. That hadn't kept her from feeling suffocated by his expectations. Beauregard Jamison had seen his actions as protecting his baby girl. Megan never had seen it as anything more than Daddy controlling her.
Shaking her head, she moved
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