When it comes to being sexy, I can't think of anything sexier than a first kiss - and in Mistress Banner and Kyle's case they are no exception....even if Kyle has to sneak up on his Mistress to get one. Enjoy and don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps on the hop.
Seven Sexy Paragraphs:
Panic filled her eyes. “Let go of me. Right now!” Her voice was firm, but he could hear the thread of desperation behind it. As always, she was going to fight the chemistry between them. He guessed he was just going to have to show her it was pointless. Surely it would be much more pleasurable if she used him the same way she’d used Ryan. Lucky son of a bitch.
“Not happening.” Keeping her pressed tight against him, he maneuvered her towards the couch. She jerked, wedging her hands against his bare chest for leverage.
“What’s it going to take to get through to you this thing between us just won’t work?” She glared up at him.
“Proof.” He didn’t even give it a second thought, he just bent his head and captured her surprised mouth under his. Even as he thrust his tongue past her part ed lips, he knew he was going to get his ass beat for the move, but he simply didn’t care. He was tired of denying his need for her.
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Lily froze at the hungry touch of Kyle’s mouth against hers. The last thing she’d expected him to do was be brazen enough to steal a kiss. It’d been years since a man had tried it with her. College, if she remembered right. All the men in her life knew their place. No matter how bratty they got, they never tried to kiss her. It was one of her hard limits. She beat men, fucked them, even sucked them off if they were very, very good, but the moment they tried to kiss her, it was over. But Kyle didn’t know that. Wasn’t aware of what every other sub in the club knew. Instead he paved his own way to hell with a simple brush of his lips.
Her inner Domme snarled, even as her ever-ready body reacted – her nipples tightening against the leather of her corset, while her pussy dampened as a jolt of arousal pooled in her stomach. Physically all systems were a ‘go’, but the bitch in her head demanded that she push him away, force to him to his knees, and make him pay for his audacity. A good round with the flogger would teach her naughty boy where he belonged. The thought drifted away however, when he gently raked his teeth over her tongue, lightly scoring the delicate flesh before sucking it into his mouth.
Digging her fingers into his bare shoulders, she returned the erotic bite of pain. If she was going to ache so was he. She hissed into his mouth when he pulled her flush to him, connecting them at the hips. Through her leggings she could feel the hard outline of his cock against her, its damp head pressing, rubbing over the sliver of flesh exposed at her navel. He may have started it but she was going to finish it, she thought viciously, her hand sliding down from its perch to pluck at the small beaded male nipple. Under her fingers the flesh seemed to harden even more. He groaned, swaying toward her.
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