We're celebrating the release of "Mischief Under the Mistletoe" over on Facebook tonight (when I'm writing this post), join us over at https://www.facebook.com/events/133425923960960/?__mref=mb and then enjoy more spanking goodness on the Saturday Spankings blog hop. :D From my story in the anthology, "Santa Dom," comes these delicious lines about a spanking during the orgy that kicks off the festivities for Jason and Michael.
"Red good for the safe word?"
"Yeah," everyone agreed.
What will he do? What does he want? Michael looked to Jason's eyes to see the glint of domination there.
Laesha gasped when Jason delivered the first spank.
"You realize that I'm gonna have to give you more so I can see the color despite your tights and the lovely light brown of your skin?" Jason traced his index finger over Laesha's asscrack.
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I debated what to share today- I haven't opened my Nano novel since the last day of Nano :D . I was thinking of that, since health and Nano have meant that I missed the last two #WipItUps, but well, I have another idea :D Since I couldn't share my story "Santa Dom" with you while I was working on it because it was for the anthology "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I'm going to share my excerpt now.
The overhead fan kept the air circulating even if it was still a little hotter in this room than the rest of their house. Jason had kicked the blankets off him, making a pile on the floor.
Kneeling on the blankets, Michael snatched his shirt off before leaning forward to suck Jason's big toe into his mouth. He began to rub the foot as he lavished oral attention to each perfect toe. He lifted his gaze to Jason's relaxed face to watch for signs of waking.
With a grunt and a moan, Jason yanked his foot from Michael. He rolled from his side onto his back. His fingers moved over the tubes as if to loosen the neck piece.
Michael brushed his fingers over Jason's lower stomach, his fingers just settling into the extra flesh collected there. Love you forever, Sir. His attention pulled to Jason's hard cock. He reached behind him to rub Jason's legs as he leaned in to kiss the head, his tongue moving around the corona of his Sir's perfect pleasure.
"Yes, boy," Jason mumbled.
His tongue and mouth sliding down the shaft, Michael worshiped. His eyes slid closed when Jason grasped his head in both hands and took over. He hummed in appreciation at being of use, at giving Jason this sensation. His hands fell to the bed to prop up his chest.
"That's my boy," Jason growled.
Michael relaxed into a weightless state. He cupped his tongue against the shaft since Jason was moving him too fast for anything else.
Yes, like the promo above says, its release date is December 7th, although it's already available for pre-order at the introductory price of 99 cents.
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Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.
Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas
Dipping my toes into writing this isn't about my Nano novel, I looked at the Week 170 inspiration picture and pondered, especially because it was already 5pm on Sunday, I'd be going to online church in 3 hours because finances meant skipping going to a physical church this morning. I'm also finally watching "When We Rise"- I'd only started the first of five episodes. Yup, plenty of times when my emotions ran over- I came out as bisexual in the mid 1990s when Pride March and Festivals where still begun with a reading of the names... of people who had died from AIDS. While Christmas is hard for me- when my daughter came out as transgender, I finally told my parents to go the fuck away, although they keep trying to worm their way back in- I have a short story coming out on Thursday (a Christmas-y one) and I wanted to enjoy this picture Kayla found us.
Tom tossed the Santa hat over his hard cock when his bedroom door opened unexpectedly.
"And what is my darling hubby doing?" August teased as he barreled into the room.
"Please, Sir, don't call me hubby," Tom muttered.
"Sir? August arched one of his delightfully bushy black eyebrows.
"Master." He sighed at August's gorgeous smile.
"I like that much better. So what are you doing here, my delightful cub?" August brushed one hand over his buzz cut hair.
"Touching myself. I was lonely. We hadn't agreed it wasn't okay. Sir. Master."
"Master." August laid his hand on Tom's thigh beside the hat's white puffball. "May I?"
"Yes, but..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple making his short black beard bounce.
"Let me question that but. We do need to negotiate more. I would like something more serious and I think you too, but you were feeling lonely, cub. Why? We just had a big breakfast together." August plucked the hat off Tom's cock and placed it on his head. He joined Tom on their bed and pulled his lover against him. "Or maybe loneliness is your excuse for touching yourself?"
"I don't know. I feel sad... Master." Tom chuckled. "I like Master too. Maybe I'll feel less sad if I'm busy making you happy?"
August pressed his face against Tom's hairy cheek, their beards mingling. "You haven't gotten totally soft. How about you make me proud and make yourself come?"
"Master?" Tom's eyes opened huge as he looked at August.
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift for me?"
"Yes, Master!" He held out one hand and liked his lips as August scooped some petroleum jelly onto it. "I'm so glad I was celibate and we got tested and don't have to worry about barriers, Sir. Master."
"Me to." Leading his cub's hand to his cock, August encouraged him to wrap his hand around it.
"Oh, yes," Tom groaned.
"How fast can you come for me?"
"Uh um--" Tom's eyelids slid closed as his hand moved up and down with ever increasing speed.
August reached around to cup Tom's balls.
"Yes, thanks, Master," he gasped. "Beg, squeeze, Master."
"Good boy." August slowly tightened his hold until Tom pressed against him. He kissed the tiny spot of hairless cheek before his cub turned his head. He thrust his tongue into the submissive mouth and probed.
Tom writhed against the bed. His thumb hit his frenulum. His scream of release was muffled by August's kissing mouth.
Smiling, August enjoyed the hot cum splashing over his legs. Ending the kiss, he muttered, "My good cub. Pull the comforter up around us."
Happily obeying, the calm sub pulled the blanket up around them and burrowed against his Master.
So now that it's a week after I watched Happy and Iovita enjoy some BDSM, in my current writing- Happy has found comfort in the noun-self pronoun "joy," they've agreed to a safeword for her ("save"), and I'm in the midst of writing what will actually be the first time they engage in BDSM- I've coined a phrase (at least I think I've coined it)- "Parental Dom." They were talking about "Daddy Dom," how "Mommy Dom" doesn't exist as much as it should. Well Happy is bigender, so Parental Dom. All that to say, I'm sharing Ziba and Mairead with you this week because of where the inspiration picture lead me mind. Okay, so yes, I usually "queer the picture"- I'm debating if I should give gender and sexual orientation before or after the scene. :D I think after. Mairead and Ziba.
"Going to help me christen the new bed I bought for us?" Ziba stroked the length of the rainbow colored dildo resting in her strap-on harness.
Mairead's lips parted. "Gonna kiss me first, love?"
Ziba laughed as she crawled onto the end of the queen sized bed she'd purchased after she'd offered Mairead the chance to cohabitate while she went to culinary school. "Kiss you where?" She pressed her lips to Mairead's right ankle. Using the tip of her tongue, she traced a path to Mairead's inner thigh.
Releasing a gasp, Mairead finally replied, "Ugh, kissing me wherever is good."
Ziba rested her knees between Mairead's legs and lowered her weight on her lover until she was able to claim the trembling lips. "So beautiful, my love." She slipped her tongue into Mairead's mouth, exploring gently. Her nipples pebbled at the glorious skin to skin contact. She pushed her hands into the thick, coarse profusion of ink black hair that was the first physical thing that drew her to Mairead. Her genitals started to feel hot and moist beneath the nylon harness. Rolling onto her side, she brought Mairead with her, their bodies twined.
"Please," Mairead said into Ziba's kiss.
One hand snaked between them to part Mairead's labia, Ziba's fingers testing at the wetness of her vagina. She stopped kissing Mairead long enough to grab the bottle of the special new lube. Dripping it over their waists, she spread it over the dildo, between her lover's legs.
"Yes," Mairead hissed.
Ziba kissed Mairead hard as she guided the dildo into her pussy. Her wet hand returned to Mairead's hair. "Shit!" she gasped.
"Gotta co-wash tonight. Don't worry, love." Mairead pulled Ziba back into their kiss, her hands burying into Ziba's long hair, released as it was from her head scarf and under scarf. She gripped her lover's ass and gyrated against her. "So glad, in your arms."
Moaning as the harness rubbed against her clit with her movements, Ziba clung to Mairead. A small pulse of orgasm filled her clit for a moment. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the rose of Mairead's body products, the combined scents of their arousal. She rolled her love back onto the bottom and pumped into her.
Mairead lifted her legs and rested her heels on Ziba's thighs. Her head tilted back into the pillow. She writhed against Ziba, sweat dripping down her cheeks as they kissed. "Gonna come," she gasped against Ziba's cheek.
"Yes. Love you. Like that," Ziba rambled as she joined her love in release, her hips speeding up with their joined pleasure. "Love you, love you." Her toes pushed into their bed, the sheets rumbled by their pushing.
"My turn," Mairead drawled before throwing Ziba onto her back. She straddled her love's hips and lowered her pussy onto the dildo. "That's good." She leaned back, one hand pressing into Ziba's thigh.
Ziba pressed her thumb against Mairead's clit and rubbed fast.
Mairead groaned as the pleasure continued to wash over her. "Yes, my love. Does this feel good for you too love?"
"Wonderful. Any position is perfect with you." Ziba whimpered with pained pleasure as Mairead's fingers pulled on her leg hair.
"Oh oh!" Mairead cried out with her back arching further.
"That's right. Come all over me, love." Ziba watched Mairead's eyes roll up with the special pleasure of an orgasm increased by prostate stimulation. "Love you so." She wrapped her arms around the shuddering woman who fell down onto her as the coming continued to batter her. "My beautiful love."
Turning her head, Mairead smiled at Ziba and kiss her lips. "Love you too."
So this happened :D I was getting irritated at myself for my focus on Happy and Iovita- since I'm writing a polyamorous-quad and this scene happened :D
I'd been considering what to do with the inspiration picture, with my NaNoWriMo number not being great. Well, I have a cisgender woman with intersex traits, a cisgender woman, a transgender woman, and a non-binary person who was assigned male at birth so I wasn't sure what went good with the picture. I'm also proceeding with the story in an interesting direction- I have an outline with "time together" that spans from the 4 meeting through them being together 20 years; here's the divisions: Dating, three months, 6 months, year and a half, 3 years, 6 years, 9 years, 15 years, 18 years, 20 years- one, both, or more retire. As I write this, I'd finished my first pass through "dating" and had moved to three months. Looking at my outline now (I was pondering this during the first church service of my Sunday), I'm not sure if this will work better for 6 months or a year and a half; I have managed to write a book where everyone is long distance and thinking on a movement towards D/s has me pondering. So I'm going to write this without a specific idea on how long although I know who is going to be in the scene- Happy and Iovita. I don't feel like giving you their gender identities. Hehe
"Since you seem to be having a lower fatigue day, I want to try something. If you can manage to say your safe word if you need to sit, however I will not consider it disobedient if you sit before you manage to say it," Happy instructed.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita murmured.
"And now because I have experimented with it, I have a text to voice program open."
"I understand, Sir." Iovita shivered as her mind tumbled with wondering what the computer voice would sound like, if Happy had written a script for this session, what her other partners thought of the growing BDSM interactions. Gladness danced within her at the delicious sentences of Happy's voice she had heard.
Happy's computer spoke with its slightly metallic voice, its tenor level masculine sound, "I want to see: you naked leaning against the wall silhouetted in the moonlight streaming in through your window."
Iovita typed into the text box, "Yes, Sir." Still sitting in her wheelchair, she grasped the bottom of her red tank top and lifted it off her before working her bra's multiple closures.
The computer voice purred, "Slower removing your bra, girl."
Nodding as she licked her lips, Iovita held in the gasp as her nipples puckered in the black leather bra she'd picked enjoyed struggling into that morning. She continued to look down, although keeping her chin slightly raised so ze could see her fingers pulling on the silk lacing; she used both hands to loosen the mesh of silk before releasing the clasps at the top of the bra, meant to keep her larger breasts restrained. Her thumbs under both shoulder straps, she eased the bra up until the cups covered her face.
"Stop!" Happy's computer cried out, the increased volume making her press her legs together. Continuing at the lower volume, ze said, "You are not already getting turned on, are you? Just at me turning up the volume a little? Just nod your head as you can around that bra that you meant to tease me with."
Iovita pulled in a deep breath as she focused on nodding while holding her bra as it was.
"Beautiful. Do you need to stand to remove your clothing from the waist down? Answer with a nod or shake of your head."
Swallowing hard, Iovita shook her head in answer as well to shake away a random thought about her father's deafness.
"Finish undressing," Happy ordered.
She grasped one armrest as she leaned over to grab and toss first one and then other white ankle sock. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a lap blanket. She lifted the purple blanket ze had made for her birthday. Her lips parted as she gave hir a moment to respond.
"You may put that over your calves and feet when you stand for me," came from Happy's computer.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita said.
"That is one," the computer voice threatened over the video chat.
Eyelids squeezed shut, she nodded. How will ze have me punish myself tonight for hir pleasure?
"Move into position."
With moist palms wrapped around her wheel's frames, she pushed herself closer to the space of wall. She locked the breaks, pushed up the footrests with her feet, and then pushed her toes into the carpet as she stood. The cold wall shocked her when her hot skin pressed against it. She leaned over and grasped the edge of Happy's blanket to pull it to her. With the silky fabric wrapped around her legs and feet, she settled back against the wall.
"Lovely. Do you still have the clothespins in your chair's basket?"
She nodded, her lips parted.
"I am so glad I bought you a webcam better than the one built into your computer. I can see your labia shining with your fluid from your Bartholin's gland. Your one will be a clothespin worn on your labium until I allow you to remove it."
Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded. How my Sir turns proper anatomical terms into sexy things. She slid down the wall so she squatted and was able to reach into her basket. She selected one of the black plastic clothespins she'd bought at Happy's order. Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, she eased the pin onto her lip. The pain shot through her and she shouted without words. Using the wall to help, she moved to stand again.
"Take your midpoint clitorophallus in hand."
Her sweat felt good when she held herself; she had had an erection since ze had given the first instruction. I hope ze allows me to come soon.
I'm thinking this won't be the whole scene, although I'm unsure what the scene's goal is just yet. Also I started out trying to write with a different neopronoun set, but since I was trying to write for Nanowrimo and around two church services, I just needed to use a neopronoun set I was familiar with. I'm also unsure of Happy being called Sir for a title, since Happy is bigender and is still experimenting with pronouns.
Hm, so this isn't quite what I was thinking and I may have to expand on this in the future, but I hope you enjoy this little Samhaine-inspired interlude.
Vala signed, "Happy Samhaine, Prisca."
"Happy Samhaine, my Lady," Prisca replied before twining her arms around Vala's waist and holding her tight.
Breathing in deeply, Vala enjoyed not only Prisca's embrace, but also the comforting notes of her current perfume. "You smell so good," she voiced.
Prisca pressed a soft kiss to Vala's lips and released her.
Collecting three sticks of Ylang Ylang incense, Vala held them together in a flame. When it flared above the candle, she removed them and blew them out.
"Candles?" Prisca signed before gesturing loosely to the myriad candles Vala had burning in her bedroom.
"Yes," Vala replied, the s hanging in the air as she signed and voiced. She eased the burning incense sticks into empty holders. With nimble fingers, she loosed the neck of the short, black halter dress she chose that morning.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Prisca signed before leading the now naked Vala back close. She leaned in to kiss just above Vala's neck just above her collar.
Vala took steps backward toward her bed. She relaxed down onto the comforter, Prisca between her legs. She scooted back until just from the knees down hung off the side. Grinning, she traced her inner thighs with her fingers as she looked into Prisca's eyes.
Prisca dove onto Vala's bed. Her lips parted with words Vala couldn't read from that angle. She threw her lover's legs over her shoulders. She eagerly parted Vala's labia and started to suck on her clit. Wrapping her hands around Vala's thighs, she held on as the woman immediately started shuddering with pleasure.
"Feels so good," Vala whimpered. Her throat reverberated with her sigh as the sensations rippled through her and then increased when Prisca slipped two fingers into her.
The Queen stopped beside Vala's bed. He signed, "Happy Samhaine, little girl."
Yum, love the picture Kayla provided this week; while I first pictured it as the end, now I'm pondering where it could have been- like maybe the off-screen beginning?
So now for the meta-scene consideration: are my characters (3 of 4 of them UUs like me) thinking about the 7th Principe as they fuck or am I encouraging them to fuck in a way that illuminates the Principle- ("the interconnected web of all existence of which we are a part.")
No, I will not go into 1st Person, no matter how much I want to; Vala has the action. And I realize that the action may not flow well from one section to the next- I plan to eventually collect the series this is part of into a small ebook that will be available eventually.
Vala groaned at Iona's small hands clasping her thighs before the loving mouth moved over the spots that made her want to come the fastest. The hisses that would have been shouts of "Yes!" if The Queen's cock didn't so beautifully fill her mouth broke the air. His thighs moved in her grasp.
Bird song rang out from the large bird house Simon had just installed.
One moment and Vala felt the grass poking through the blanket before The Queen and Iona drew her back into pleasure given and pleasure received. She let one hand slide from his thigh to his balls. As he moaned hoarsely, she saw his mouth pressed to Greta's naked lips. She came again, her mouth and thighs pulling in more sensation.
The rain picked up in intensity, while it didn't dissuade Vala in her goals. Her hair tugged on her scalp as his balls tightened up in her grasp.
"Queen, yes!" Greta cried out and Iona's moans filled her kissing, sucking mouth.
Iona slipped a finger into Vala's cunt.
Vala let go of The Queen's balls to grasp his ass. She stretched her tongue to touch the root of his cock even as she sucked on him. His cum rushed into her mouth, battered the back of her throat.
The Queen rolled away from Vala onto the grass. Remnants of his cum fled under the rain's caress.
Vala shuddered as a second finger pushed her into a strong orgasm. she whimpered as Iona and Greta pulling her toward The Queen, her release mutating into a sensation through her body.
"Did you come, my love?" Iona asked.
Vala held her breath, expecting Iona's question wasn't for her.
"Yes, thanks, my Lady," Greta murmured. She laughed. "I'm sure Vala enjoyed swallowing your cum, my Queen."
"Of course." The Queen pulled Vala against him, her head onto his chest.
Chewing her bottom lip at the momentary cold of his nipple jewelry, Vala then relaxed against him.
"No thunder still. This feels nice."
"Yes, it does, my Queen." Greta kissed The Queen's cheek.
"We'll get all wet," Iona joked.
"We're already all wet," Vala laughed.
"Did Simon say it was okay to swim in the pond again?" The Queen asked.
"I don't know, my Queen. Why don't we get dry and cuddle?" Vala begged.
"I'll leave you two to The Queen's pleasure," Iona said before kissing The Queen and Vala. "Come along, Greta. I think we especially need lunch after that interaction."
Hm, we'll see, author silliness of Facebook encouraged me to write a short snippet of sex in Wingdings. So it won't copy/paste the Wingdings in so I'll share what I wrote not knowing what I wrote...
She watches from the bondage chair as he approaches me where I lay bound in the middle of the bed. Our bed.
I pull down on the cuffs that hold my hands above my head; my fingers pushing into the pillows. "I love you," I whisper.
He brushes his fingers up my legs, fingertips going to nail edges as he pulls closer to my cunt.
She moans; his touh on me is as good as him tormetning her. "Come," he says and we both tremble.
Who comes when and where... yes, that title played in my mind as I was reading this final bit of Vala's first power exchange session with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon. Months of vanilla togetherness led up to this. The rest of the book, its pacing, makes me ponder what to share next. By the time this goes live, I may try doing my own Kickstarter to see if I can save up the money for a copy and sensitivity edit on this book.
"Yeah. You will need to do more of the moving," The Queen replied.
Tommy slid a second finger into Vala's ass; she leaned harder into The Queen, moaning against his skin. He pumped his fingers into her as he cupped her asscheek with his other hand.
"Is it that much better knowing I am making you my slave tomorrow?" The Queen taunted.
"Yes, my Queen. Please, my Queen," Vala cried.
"Please, what?" he demanded.
"Come. Tommy's cock. Please. Fuck," Vala babbled.
The Queen clicked his tongue. "You missed an awful lot of title use in that."
"Sorry, my Queen. Sorry. Unh. My Queen!" Vala trembled against The Queen as Tommy's fingers were replaced by his hard cock.
"You don't have permission to come yet, girl," Tommy barked.
"Please, my Lord," Vala begged. "You feel so good in my ass, my Lord."
"I wonder if that begging'll sound even prettier once she wears your collar, my Queen," Simon commented as he traced his fingers over Vala's shoulder. "That said, by your leave, I'd rather wait to sample the girl once she is your slave. I've had enough vanilla from her."
"Sure. Sit beside us, love?" The Queen replied.
"Sure, my Queen." Simon moved where Vala could see him out of the corner of her eye.
Tommy started pumping into Vala's ass, fucking her with increasing speed.
Her bound hands pressing into Tommy's stomach, Vala basked in the double penetration. "Please, my Queen. Need to come so bad, my Queen," she whimpered.
The Queen brushed Vala's hair back from her face. "You do, my baby girl?"
Orgasm trying to break through at his word choice, Vala moaned, "Yes, please, my Queen. I beg to come, my Queen." She gazed into his eyes, feeling lost in their icy blue depths. "Beg, my Queen. Beg, my Lord."
"Come for us," The Queen said before capturing Vala's lips and kissing her hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, seeming timed with Tommy's cock.
Vala pushed herself into the kiss as she pushed back with her hips against Tommy. She tightened her thighs against The Queen. Yours. Theirs. My Queen. Thank. Thank.
"Gonna fill you with my cum, girlie. You want my cum?" Tommy pulled on Vala's earlobe with his teeth.
Grunting into The Queen's mouth, Vala practically screamed her begging.
"That's my girl." Tommy thrust deep into Vala's ass and stilled. "Thanks, my Queen. Love you, Simon, Vala." His weight pressed down on her and The Queen.
"I beg to swallow your cum, my Queen," Vala whimpered.
Tommy laughed. "My Queen?"
Tommy's cock pulled from Vala's ass and his arms slipped under her bound ones. Feeling weightless in his arms, she nonetheless held in a shriek when he lifted her off The Queen. Trust. The tang of her arousal and The Queen's pre-cum filled her nose as her face and hair fell toward him. She struggled to wrap her mouth around his cock even with her hair in the way. She sucked him in, including her curls, and sucked as her orgasm continued to pump in her body. His cum filled her mouth and then her throat as she shuddered in Tommy's grasp.
"My girl," The Queen groaned as he grasped Vala's head and eased her hair back. "My sweet, baby girl."
Trust their care and love. Vala groaned as Tommy led her body across the couch, across The Queen's and Simon's laps. She turned her head and looked up at Simon's face through her hair. "Love you, my Lord."
"Love you, sweet girl." Simon brushed Vala's hair back from her face.
Vala trembled against the men.
"Here's a blanket, sweet," Tommy said before the welcome weight and warmth of the afghan covered Vala. He lifted her legs and joined them on the couch.
Moaning, Vala relaxed against them. The orgasm continued to play in her body in relaxing waves that made her tremble.
"Such a good girl," The Queen murmured as he rubbed her arm through the blanket.
"Thanks, my Queen. Love you, my Queen. Love you, my Lords." Vala shuddered with delight and closed her eyes.
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I didn't do anything to make Kayla blush this week :D
The picture got me thinking of some work I just did in my WIP. In the spirit of Kayla's rule of "original content, please" and the fact that I generally use #MasturbationMonday to explore scenes with characters doing stuff that doesn't always fit into the serialized novel I'm working on, I'm thinking on a snippet of action between Prisca and Abrecan after they're newly paired within The Queen's hierarchy and what it might lead to a few days after their pairing...
"Come now, my boy. You may have enjoyed this position to tease me when I was yours, but I still like the position so now you'll please me in it." Prisca grinned as she settled her ass between Abrecan's legs and then tossed her right leg up on his shoulder.
Abrecan gazed down at Prisca's naked cunt spread wide open in front of him, desire and confusion warring on his gorgeous face.
"Touch me, little boy. Keep touching me until I say stop," Prisca ordered.
His thumb skittered over her clit as his fingers came to rest on her lower belly. He gave his thumb a quick lick before starting to rub her again. Pressing his lips to her calf, he let his finger glide over the opening of her cunt.
"More." She pushed against him, angling so his thumb slid into her. "Good boy, good boy." Relaxing her torso down to her bed, she led his other hand to her breast. "Don't be afraid to pinch a little. I'll say if I don't like it."
"Yes, my Lady," he choked out. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my clit. Make me come, boy." Fuck! I love his strong arms, hands. How'd I ever get so lucky to have him as mine? "Hmm, that's good, my good sweet boy. You like pleasing me?"
"Yes, I love pleasing you, my Lady," he whimpered, his cock jumping in his g-string against her ass in agreement.
"Both breasts need your attention, boy. Sweet boy." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his thick fingers. Can I have him penetrate my ass and keep control? Maybe it's too soon? She reached under her, her fingers moving over his wrist as her pinkie slipped into her asshole, moistened by her cunt. After he gave her other breast a hard squeeze, she gasped in pleasure and led his hand to her mouth. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, sliding down his skin until her lip wrapped around the bottom of his finger.
"My Lady," he pleaded.
She released his finger long enough to ask, "Does my sucking make you wonder when you might get to ejaculate, boy?"
Moaning at Prisca swallowing his finger again, Abrecan nodded his head.
Licking the soft pad of his fingertip, she asked, "But the wonder of maybe being allowed to come is so much you can't even imagine where I'd let you come?"
"My Lady?" he whimpered.
"Gods, I love hearing you say my title, ask my title, moan my title." She pulled down her leg and pushed him onto his back before surging forward to straddle his cock. "Let me know when you're very close, when you need to come, little boy."
"Yes, my Lady."
She snatched his fists from where they pressed against her thighs and lead them to her breasts. "You remember how I like my breasts touched, right? Me being on top doesn't change that." Moans and whimpers slipped from her lips when he obeyed her guidance. Her back arched even as she moved her hips faster and faster. She rocked her way into her first orgasm as she led one of his hands down, pressing his finger against her clit. "Keep stroking!"
"My Lady," he gasped. "Yes, please, my Lady. Oh!" His throat worked with his anxious swallowing. "You feel so good, my Lady."
"Yes, little boy!" She clamped her thighs against his hips for a moment before spinning around on his cock, her feet and arms coming to rest before she started riding him again. Before she could say something, his hand returned to her clit and she went rigid as the best orgasm filled her.
"Please, please, my Lady," he whimpered.
Prisca tilted her head to look at Abrecan's pinched face. "Do you need to come, my little boy?"
"Please, my Lady. Please, I need to ejaculate, to come, whatever word you prefer, my Lady. Please, I beg for release, my Lady."
"Good boy." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling off him and flipping around so she knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started roughly jacking him off, his cock pointed at her chest.
"My Lady?" he pleaded.
She stroked faster.
"Don't... know... I can--"
"Come for me," she interrupted him. She gasped through another orgasm as his warm cum splashed over her breasts and stomach. "My good boy." When the cum stopped, she grabbed him by his hair and led his mouth to clean her. "Good boy. You pleased me so much, good boy." She pushed him back on the pillows again and straddled his hips again, his soft cock pressing against her stomach. "Good boy." This will be enough, some day, I hope.