“Not good enough.” I dragged the cane across his ass before striking, the crack sharp, precise. “It’s Mistress to you, dirty boy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he corrected quickly.
“Good.” I let the cane hover against his skin. “Now, do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The cane smacked across him again, reddening his skin. “Tell me,” I demanded.
“Because I’ve been spying on you in the shower,” he groaned.
I traced the cane along his thighs, making him squirm. “And what do you do while you watch me?”
His grin flashed, wicked. “I get myself off.”
Another strike landed, his body jerking. “Fucking hell.”
“Address me properly, or this ends now.”
“No, please.” His voice cracked with need. “Please don’t stop, Mistress.”
“You’ve been very naughty,” I taunted, circling him as sweat slid down his temples. “Jerking that big cock while you watched me.” I twirled a plait around my finger, then hiked my skirt, baring the smooth heat between my thighs.
“Goddamn,” Alistair groaned, straining against the restraints. “You’re such a tease. I’ll be good—I swear.”
I tapped the cane across the back of his thighs, testing the skin before snapping a light blow that made him flinch. His cry bled into a moan.
“I don’t want you good,” I murmured, yanking his head back by the hair so he had to look at me. “I want you filthy. I want you shameless. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Better.” I dragged the cane along his spine, then tossed it aside. “I’m going to release you. You’ll give me pleasure and make me come hard. You’ll fuck me until I can’t speak. Do you understand?”
His eyes were dark with hunger. “Hell, yeah. I’ll pound my big cock into you until you scream yourself hoarse.”
I unshackled the restraints but didn’t let him move far. I climbed on top and lowered myself over him, sliding down onto his hard cock. My tight, wet heat took him fully, making his breath break in a groan.
“I love it when you straddle me,” he said, smirking up at me, his gaze fixed on the dark points of my nipples beneath the see-through blouse. His hands clamped on my ass, urging me into the rhythm he set.
I smiled, slowly undoing each button of the blouse until it fell open and my breasts spilled free. His hips jerked beneath me, cock driving deeper as he groaned at the sight.
I traced my hands over my curves, cupping the swell of my breasts, teasing myself while I rode him. “You are a dirty boy, aren’t you?” I taunted, grinding down.
“The dirtiest of them all,” he growled. “Lean forward more so I can lick your tasty tits.”
“No. I’m in control here,” I responded, gently squeezing the base of his cock.
“Please, Mistress?”
“Promise me you won’t be a bratty boy,” I demanded, arching my back. I rode harder, increasing our tempo.
“It’s a promise.” His angelic eyes locked onto mine, unrelenting, making my heart stutter as his length drove deep inside me.
“That’s it,” he rasped, voice rough with desire. “You know how to ride me.”
I sped the pace, grinding harder, faster, chasing every sound he gave me. His low grunts vibrated against my breast as I leaned forward, skin touching skin. His scent wrapped around me, masculine and intoxicating, as I closed my eyes and let my body take over.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he groaned as I lifted slightly. His mouth closed over my nipple, tongue circling until I gasped and bucked against him.
