Free Lassoed By A Dom by Desiree Holt Page A

“Ohhhhh.”
    She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the way he had her bound it was impossible.
    Easing the probe from her cunt, he drew it slowly through the crevice of her buttocks, back and forth, again and again. The intensity of the current was mild, but it was enough to stimulate every nerve and sensitive tissue in her entire body.
    She had such a sweet ass, and her rear entrance beckoned to him like a sensuous promise. Before these two weeks were out, he’d fuck her there, more than once. Maybe he could convince her to accept a plug from him and wear it at night when she got into bed. And think of his cock inside her.
    He dragged his fingers through her slit again, pinching her clit, but when she tried to hunch herself onto his touch, he pulled his hand away. “You think you want to come, girl?”
    “Yes, please.” Her words were barely a whisper.
    “You’ll come when I give you permission. When I finally have my dick inside you.”
    By now his cock was at full mast again, begging for attention, and he was so tempted to give in. But he wasn’t finished yet. Removing the probe, he attached a short Mylar flogger to the extension. The Mylar conducted the electricity and enhanced the impact of the current. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he applied it to Trish’s bare skin—the cheeks of her ass, the backs of her thighs, the tops of her breasts. The contacts were light, but frequent, never giving her relief from one to the other until her moan was one long cry.
    By now she was so far into subspace he could have done anything he wanted with her. This was where a responsible Dom came in, one who knew how much further to push his sub, how much further into subspace he could take her. Trish was so damn responsive they’d gotten here a lot faster than he’d expected. Of course, his body was telling him not soon enough.
    Fuck her now. Let her come with you now. Now, now, now.
    It was definitely time. He couldn’t make himself wait another moment, no matter how fascinated he was with her response to the wand.
    When was the last time a woman had gotten to him that way? So long ago he didn’t even remember. Tossing the wand and the attachments into the open case, he rolled on a condom, adjusted Trish’s rigging and positioned himself behind her and between her thighs. Holding her in place with his hands firmly on her hips, he drove into her with one fierce plunge.
    Holy shit!
    He closed his eyes and let the sensation of her tight wet pussy gripping him rocket through his body. He swore he could still feel the vibrations from the wand, the tiny little shocks that stimulated every single nerve. He had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding right there on the spot, especially when he opened his eyes and took in the reddened skin of her thighs and buttocks where he’d skimmed over her with the wand and let the Mylar flogger do its dance.
    Pulling in the edges of his control, he began a steady in and out movement, sliding his cock out until only the head was encased, then plunging back in again. He tried to go slowly, to draw it out, but Trish changed all that.
    “Please,” she cried out. “Please, please, please. Faster. Harder. Oh, god, harder.”
    Her words sent urgent signals to his body. He increased his speed, thrusting deep each time, sucking in his breath as her wet, tight walls dragged at him.
    Then, as if a switch was flipped, his control shattered, and he ratcheted into full speed, driving hard and fast into her waiting, eager body. The moment he felt the first tremors in her pussy, he let go, taking both into an orgasm that plunged them over a steep cliff. He held her tightly as their bodies shuddered, everything fading away except the cataclysmic release.
    This had to be the most intense climax he’d ever had, nearly every bit of energy drained from him, his muscles protesting. Just moving would be an effort. But he was a responsible Dom and had an obligation. He eased himself from the clasp