Authors: Michele Zurlo
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic Erotica, #Multicultural, #Contemporary, #Bdsm, #erotic romance
Mina's Heart (30 page)
“What else have you done? Confessing will make me go a lot easier on you, because every time I find something new, I will issue a separate punishment.”
Attempting a positive spin, she said, “I baked cupcakes.”
He paused in his torture. The pantry door was behind her. She heard it open, then close. “You threw out my snack cakes?”
“But I made you something better.”
She heard the door to the pantry close, and then his fingers probing her entrance. “I’ll give you something better.”
His cock breached her opening, pushing inside violently. He fucked her fast and hard. The first flutters of her impending climax had just begun when he pulled out. She cried out in protest even as she felt hot jets of his semen spurting over her lower back and the curve of her ass. This was part of her punishment.
Seconds later he stood in front of her. The fly to his jeans was open, but he’d tucked his cock back into his briefs. “I’m thirty-one. I work out almost every day, and I can fuck you for hours. I’m not in danger of having a heart attack.”
She lifted her head and pried as much of her torso up from the table as she could manage. Looking him in the eyes took supreme physical effort. “No matter what you do to me, I’m going to make sure that’s always true.”
He pressed his lips together in a hard line, but the motion didn’t dim the sparkle in his eyes. Though he parked his hands on his hips, she could tell that he’d very much liked her answer. “Anything else you’d like to confess to?”
“You might not be having a beer or two every day. I was thinking maybe once a month.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. He reached for something on the counter behind him. “I think it’s time to gag you.” He slid the dark green ball between her lips and fastened the straps behind her head.
He grabbed something else from the counter. It was higher than the table, and the angle was bad, so Mina couldn’t see what toy he’d chosen to use on her.
Once he was behind her, it didn’t take long to realize that he’d grabbed a huge vibrator. The cold lubricating gel made her squirm, but the ropes held her tightly. Then that large, rounded head nudged her entrance. It stretched her wide, a little wider than was comfortable. She screeched a protest behind the gag and tried to jerk away.
Ever chuckled. He put a restraining hand on her lower back and fucked that thing into her small cunt. Though she felt as if she were being split in half, it didn’t exactly hurt, so she didn’t give the signal to stop. In a strange way, it filled a need that Ever was helping her discover. She liked being forced to submit to him and to the things he wanted to do to her. Once he got over being angry about the changes she was making in his daily life, she planned to ask him for an erotic spanking, a topic she’d discussed at length with Lydia over the past few months.
Biting down hard on the gag, she panted as she coaxed her muscles to relax and accept her Master’s will. Beads of sweat broke out along her brow and on her lower back, mixing with the semen he hadn’t wiped away.
She cried out when the vibrator bumped her cervix. He paused his actions, giving her time to get used to the feeling of this large-scale invasion.
“You’re doing well, slave.” The praise went a long way toward easing the stress pulling her shoulder muscles taut.
A ripping sound had her straining to see what he was doing. She wished she were an owl so she could turn her head farther back, because this wasn’t working for her. If he’d blindfolded her, then she wouldn’t have worried about the sound. Not having the blindfold had become part of the punishment.
A thin, cold strip encircled her upper thigh. She guessed at electrical tape. Ever had picked up several rolls from the hardware store on their last visit. He’d chosen multiple colors after holding them up to her skin to see whether they complemented her.
By the time he finished, the handle of the fat phallus was taped securely to her leg. It was going nowhere. The thing whirred to life, and powerful vibrations racked her from the inside out. She groaned and closed her eyes. Depending on his mood, he could leave her like this for up to a full hour. She was going to be walking funny for at least a day. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done this to her. At least she worked from home now, so she wouldn’t have to face curious glances and probing questions.
She lost count of how many orgasms that thing forced from her. Tears of agony and bliss wet the table under her cheek. Her juices dripped down her thighs and tickled her calves. At one point, she opened her eyes to find Ever leaning against the counter, eating a bowl of cholesterol-lowering cereal as he watched her submit to his will.
When the vibrations stopped and the bindings loosened, she didn’t move. Those orgasms had sapped every bit of energy in her body. She’d lost the ability and the will to control her muscles. Ever lifted her gently and carried her upstairs, cradling her in his arms and pressing occasional kisses to her forehead.
He set her on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running into the bathtub. The sound lulled her to sleep in seconds.
She woke to find his bare chest against her back and his powerful thighs supporting her legs. His arm rested loosely across her stomach. Warm water covered her body, and the scent of lavender filled the air.
“Master?”
“I’m here.” He traced a lazy circle on her hip.
“Are you still angry with me?”
“I was irritated, not angry. I would never discipline you in anger.” He heaved a sigh. “And no, I’m not carrying a grudge. Next time, though, discuss it with me first. You threw out some damn good beer.”
“All right.” She wasn’t going to apologize, and she was grateful he didn’t demand that she do so.
“Straddle me. I’ve waited almost an hour for you to wake up. It’s not nice to keep your horny master waiting.”
She shifted forward. Her limbs still felt rubbery. He helped her turn around and position her pussy over his cock. She sank down slowly, savoring the silky feel of him.
“I love you, Ever.”
“I love you too, honey. Now ride me a little faster.”
“Yes, Master.” She braced her hands on his shoulders and increased her pace. At long last, she was right where she belonged.
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Michele Zurlo
I wear a lot of hats for someone who doesn’t like anything near my head. I’m a wife, mother, teacher, and when I have spare time, a writer. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. Alas, that dream faded when I got a social life.
Years later, I happened upon a free laptop that didn’t come with games of any kind, which I figured was a good thing because I didn’t have that much free time to throw down the Minesweeper Black Hole. Staring at the brand-new computer, I thought it would be a shame if it went to waste, so I decided to write a novel. Once I started writing, steamy, sensual stories poured from my fingertips, and now I just can’t stop using that laptop. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Read more about Michele and her books at
http://www.michelezurlo.com
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