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  ‘Ride it,’ he urged softly, and pushed down.

  Miranda slid along the bed until the vibrator wedged between her body and the mattress. He left it there and moved his hand from her ass to the small of her back. As she rocked her hips, Simon tugged her panties down to expose her ass.

  She shivered as he brushed his knuckles over the curve. She tried to give some of her focus to that sweet stroking and think about how intently she was under his scrutiny, but it was impossible to focus on anything with that steady oscillation swelling her clit. She had no opportunity to prepare herself for what was coming, save for Simon slipping his hand further up her body to close gently around her neck.

  His palm connected with bare flesh. It was a hard smack, and the sudden burst of pain drove her forward where the pleasure of the wand juddering through her panties greeted her.

  ‘Come on,’ he said loudly, as if he knew the rush of blood through her brain was making it hard to hear anything outside her own head. ‘Ride it. You wanted it and now you’re getting it, so put some work into it.’

  He rubbed the pins-and-needles plane his hand had left, soothing for just a moment before he gave her another slap, and then began to steadily spank her.

  Within moments, Miranda was wrapped in insanity. Every slap ricocheted through her and met the seismic pulse of the vibe in her clit. She could feel her juices running out of her, soaking her panties as she rocked against it. Lost in it, Miranda twisted the coverlet in her fingers as her entire body turned to molten liquid moving inside her skin.

  ‘All right, Cover Girl,’ he said breathlessly, and as she continued to quake he pulled her up. ‘Time to get that pretty mouth all dirty.’

  He pulled the vibe from between her legs and turned it off, then set it aside.

  As disoriented as she was from the sudden absence of the vibration, Miranda was immediately on her knees, ravenous as she crawled towards where he knelt on the mattress.

  She stopped in a catlike pose, back arched, and snagged her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment of wicked contemplation.

  ‘How about that souvenir I promised you?’

  Just as when she suggested it, Simon groaned and rolled his eyes. ‘You sure you trust me with something like that?’

  ‘Are you sure you trust me?’ she purred, and pushed forward.

  Beginning at his navel, Miranda dragged another long groan from him as she licked upwards. One clean, salty line until she reached his lips, then closed her hand around his dick.

  ‘I saw that nice camcorder out on the bookcase, and the tripod in the corner, Mr Reeve. High definition, I’m guessing. I can take a copy along with me on my phone to keep me busy on nights when I can’t have you.’

  ‘Let’s hope we don’t have many nights like those.’ He bared his teeth as she tugged the hot flesh in her palm, then took her by the wrist. He raised her hand and dropped a kiss on her knuckles. ‘I’ll be right back.’

  As Simon bounced off, his hard cock leading the way, Miranda wriggled out of her panties. She dropped onto one elbow and bit back her giggles. She’d never before done something like what she had proposed. With previous boyfriends it had been too worrying that they would show the video to their friends, but she had no such worries about Simon. She had known him barely a week, but she didn’t think he would be screening this encounter to anyone except that blank wall.

  Miranda skimmed her hand over her hot ass. The perfect concoction of pain and pleasure had left her electric, but it wasn’t just the act of being spanked that had turned her on to such a degree. Just like that first night, when he had grasped her hair and held her as he rode her from behind, the turn-on had been being in Simon’s reign. He wasn’t some fairy-tale fantasy Dom from those trashy books Juliet was always reading, but he had his way and it worked on her like a match to gasoline.

  With the thud-thud-thud of his heavy tread returning to the bedroom, Miranda rose to her knees. She brandished the vibrator in one hand and the paddle in the other as he stepped into the room.

  ‘That’s a very ambitious look,’ he commented, setting the tripod at the end of the bed.

  ‘I’m feeling ambitious,’ she confessed. ‘I’m thinking maybe you could give me a little of this –’ she tapped the paddle against her thigh ‘– while I give you a little of this.’

  She turned on the vibrator and grinned as he adjusted the angle of the camera.

  Simon shook his head. ‘I think your ass is hot enough for one night, and as for the vibrator I want you on it again when I fuck you. Open up the shirt for me, but don’t take it off.’

  She tossed the paddle aside with some relief – even as she made her suggestion she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of getting her ass paddled – and used one hand to work the buttons all the way down, then drew one lapel aside enough to give him a peek.

  His focus was on the screen sticking out from the camcorder. ‘Let me see it all.’

  ‘Oh, you want it all?’

  She shimmied until the garment split open, then sat back on her calves. The angle opened her up. Not only could she feel the exposure, but she saw it in the sudden pucker of Simon’s lips and heard the quick breath he sucked in.

  As her pussy became hotter, she sprawled her legs apart. ‘Are you zooming in?’

  ‘Yes, I am,’ he replied, and swallowed hard.

  She held the vibe close to her thigh. ‘Do you want me to use this?’

  ‘Not yet. It’s too big. It’ll block my view.’

  He stepped away from the camera and towards her. She hadn’t relinquished the vibrator, so he took it from her, then knelt at her side.

  One hand slipped into her hair at the base of her skull and made a fist. The other ran along the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her slippery cunt.

  Miranda moaned as he dragged her so far back she had to drop her hands behind her to keep her sense of control over gravity, but she kept her gaze locked with his as he lowered his face.

  ‘I’m not going to kiss you,’ he told her quietly. ‘After all this, I want your mouth as perfect as it is right now when it’s on my cock.’

  She meant to say something, but only managed a moan as he rubbed his fingers against the slickness between her legs. The texture of his fingers and the joints bumping over her clit was so much better than the wand’s unrelenting vibration. She began to move with him, rocking her ass against her heels in tune with his stroking.

  ‘I zoomed in here,’ he whispered, and crooked the tips of his fingers into her sex. ‘Right here, so when I watch this I have a dirty close-up of how juicy you’re getting my fingers.’

  The hot rush of pleasure built between her legs, and Miranda closed her eyes to savour it alone for just a moment. Simon wouldn’t allow it. He tightened his grip in her hair, and the accompanying sting in her scalp brought her back into his hot gaze.

  ‘If I like what I see, and I’m sure I will, you might find yourself on your back and on display on a nightly basis.’

  His whisper suggested that his words weren’t meant for the camera, but for her alone, as was his crooked smile.

  ‘You’re getting there, aren’t you?’

  ‘Soon,’ she managed to say, panting.

  Pulse after pulse leaped from her clit through her abdomen. There was only the soft hush of his breath against her cheek and the squelching of his fingers on her pussy, until the drumming in her head drowned it all out.

  Simon chuckled. ‘That’s not what I’m talking about. You’re not ready for the paddle yet, but I think you want it more than you’re willing to admit. I’ll bet you’ve got the filthiest fantasies brewing in that pretty head of yours.’

  He said no more as he worked her, but his hands upon her played a tune that quickly became chaotic, and his gaze kept her rapt. With his tongue pressed to the centre of his upper lip, Simon’s concentrated expression said it all.

  Come on, honey. Feel how hard I’m working you. You know what I want.

  Though her vision
blurred in and out of focus, she caught the slight smile on his face and the slight arch of his brow just before he plugged her with his fingers.

  The fist in her hair tightened, giving her that sting but not taking it away, and bent her back a little more, just enough to put her more at his mercy than gravity’s.

  In her last lucid moments, Simon shifted. His grip still firm, he tilted away from her just enough to look down her body and see with his own eyes what even high definition couldn’t show. Parting her slippery lips, he rubbed two fingers on either side of her plump clit and unleashed delirious lunacy in her body.

  Only the thrumming ache in her back cracked the bubble. Gasping and cooing as his fingers moved in slow motion to keep those aftershocks coming, Miranda became aware of just how far she had been bent back.

  ‘Help?’ she said, laughing, with a wriggle.

  Simon hovered over her. ‘That depends. Are you wrecked? I was thinking I could just leave you like this and slide right into your mouth.’

  ‘That would be a big mistake,’ she countered, and jiggled her whole body until he relented and let her up.

  With a deep breath, she slung her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his.

  ‘And why would that be?’ he asked, cradling her ass in his big hand.

  ‘Because you love it when you lie back and make yourself all mine.’

  He gave a pleased rumble, and the tips of his fingers dug in. ‘You make a very good point, not to mention we’ve got a movie to make, showcasing your talent for giving head.’

  ‘Would you say I give the best blowjob you’ve had this month?’

  He winced, but laughed. ‘If I say yes, will we never speak of that other blowjob again?’

  She gave him a playful slap on the face. ‘I want you to say yes because it’s true.’

  ‘Oh, but it is true.’ He released her, only to grasp the lapels of her pyjama top. ‘You suck like you love it.’

  Miranda dropped one hand between them and once more took his dick in her hand. ‘Well, you’ve given me so much to love.’

  Chuckling, Simon pushed the pyjama top to her elbows and cupped her breasts. ‘We can do this one of two ways. I can lie crossways over the bed or I can put my head at the foot.’

  ‘Head at the foot,’ she said instantly, using her thumb to smear precome across the smooth cockhead, ‘and move the camera closer so that it gets as good a shot of your face as it does mine. I want to be able to watch later and get a different angle of your face so I can see what I do to you.’

  He quickly adjusted the camera and a short dance commenced on the bed. The pyjama top hit the floor and Simon stretched out, but refused to let Miranda immediately take her place between his legs. He pulled her on top of him, sitting her on his thighs so his cock nestled against her warm, wet pussy, and held her as he made gentle and insistent thrusts through her dewy cleft.

  ‘This old guy is keeping up with a hot young thing like you, isn’t he?’

  Miranda grinned and took his hands. ‘Are you telling me I’m a part of some midlife crisis?’

  ‘I hope not,’ he said, lacing his fingers with hers in front of her. ‘I’d hate like hell to regress to my adolescence and start walking around with a fauxhawk and a stud in my tongue.’

  ‘Let’s not completely discount the tongue ring,’ she teased, and leaned down to indulge in their first kiss of the night. It began softly, but as the slippery friction of his cock against her clit brought back those thrilling tremors, Miranda sought a deeper kiss.

  With her tongue pushing into his mouth, Miranda asserted her dominance over him. It had become like a game between them in their encounters, one pushing while the other surrendered. Wresting control from a giant like Simon Reeve was an intoxicating experience, and as she fucked her tongue in and out of his eager mouth Miranda found herself much more inclined to have another go at him with the paddle, to give him stroke after stroke, to push his buttons and get him more and more worked up until he turned the tables on her and delivered some vengeance.

  But not now, not with the camera rolling, ready to capture her greed and the ecstasy she intended to paint across his handsome features.

  Pushing his hands to the edge of the mattress, Miranda gave his tongue one last teasing flicker with her own, then began her descent. Once settled between his spread thighs, she grasped his shaft at the root and grinned up at him, then looked directly at the camera as she whirled her tongue around the circumference of the smooth crown.

  As she lathed every inch of Simon’s cock, her focus remained as much on the man of the future, the one who would watch this with his hard cock in his hand, desperate to recapture this moment in time. Her gaze flicked from Simon to her unseen observer, giving both of them the best of her tongue as she ran it through the groove that bisected his glans, filling her mouth with the taste of him.

  A hand on her head and a groan were all it took to spur her to take more. She pushed his hand away, sure it would obscure the camera’s view, but followed where his body beckoned. She could only imagine in that moment just how good her burgundy lips looked when she closed them upon him, but she knew how it felt to Simon. He groaned, long and low, and lifted his hips to meet the hot sanctuary of her mouth.

  ‘That’s it,’ he said on a moan, ‘you know how I like it.’

  Indeed, she did, and so she worked as much of the length as she could, again and again, extracting the most sinful noises from Simon. The rush of blood through his veins could be felt upon her puckered lips, fuelling her hunger for him. She worked him slowly. Words and phrases began to pour over his lips, but she banished them each time by gorging herself upon him.

  Looking once more towards the camera, she flattened her tongue against the underside of his cock and licked up until she once more had the crest cradled on her tongue.

  Simon lifted his head, meeting her gaze with a desperate expression. He didn’t say a word. Again, he lifted his hips, more insistent than offering.

  Miranda looked at the camera as she fluttered her tongue at the apex where the shaft met the head. As Simon dropped back, Miranda blew a kiss to the camera, then closed her lips around him.

  Sucking, jerking, devouring, her perfect make-up was forgotten as she transformed into a hungry succubus hell-bent on completing her lusty mission. The sounds pouring out of Simon became more and more guttural, as though the power of her mouth had set free that animal part of him she couldn’t get enough of.

  He placed his hand on her head again, and this time she didn’t remove it. She allowed the pressure to keep her from retreating. Even if her lips on his cock had been obscured, there would still be the quickening upthrust of his hips to hint how well she sucked him.

  Fingers twisted in her hair. She slid her hand halfway up his dick, ready to prevent him from fucking too erratically into her mouth, but was instead pulled off his dick.

  ‘Turn over,’ he said quickly and roughly, and bounded across the mattress on his knees.

  As she posed herself at the centre of her bed, Simon quickly tore into a condom and rolled it on his dick.

  He next went for the paddle, and her heart gave an excited thump at the thought of him using it on her – on camera, no less – but it was quickly tossed to the floor. The vibrator, on the other hand, was brought back to life and tucked between her legs.

  He said nothing more as he knelt behind her and grasped her hips. He entered her brusquely, letting the force of his weight push her down onto the head of the vibe.

  He pounded her as hard as he had spanked her, his belly slapping against her hot ass. Scarcely able to breathe, or even sob, Miranda gurgled through the rapid-fire ascent to her climax.

  The room vanished in a flash of white light. One powerful spasm after another rocked her, so intense she bucked him. He didn’t relent, but he didn’t last much longer than she did. As she writhed to escape the vibrator, he gave his final hard thrusts and crushed her.

  The trembling bulb went on undeterre
d against her thigh as she milked Simon’s cock. The hard rasp of his breath close to her ear sounded so far away, but the warmth bled right under her skin. She soaked in it and wrapped her arm around his as she felt his cock softening and retreating from her warm shelter.

  The silence held as he flopped next to her and Miranda flicked off the vibe, then rolled onto her side to face him. She was bursting to say something, but couldn’t come up with a single thing even as he slid his hand over the heat he had made.

  ‘That was … adventurous,’ he said at last.

  He gave her a pat on the ass, but regardless of how gentle he was the contact brought a fresh reminder of how hard-handed he’d been with her not long ago.

  She winced, and his brows pinched together with concern. ‘Did I hurt you?’

  Miranda gave her head a shake. ‘I asked for it. I got it. I loved it.’

  ‘I mean, just now. I didn’t give you much of a warm-up.’

  ‘Like I wasn’t already warmed up,’ she countered with a bark of laughter. ‘How’s your hand?’

  He lifted and held out his hand with a confused look, then laughed as realisation came upon him. ‘Sore, but I’m in no position to complain. I just gave it to you like I would have wanted it. I tend to get impatient when I’m on the receiving end. I’d never make it as a true sub. I want to get to the good stuff right away, and I don’t like to be teased. I’ll probably leave you with a bruise.’

  ‘I’ll sit on a doughnut when I’m at work,’ she joked. ‘I kind of asked for it, anyway. I started it with the spatula thing. Maybe …’

  She captured his roaming hand to hold onto the heat that was cooling. She couldn’t believe she was about to ask for more.

  ‘Maybe?’ he coaxed.

  ‘Maybe next time we can set the scene a little more and you can mindfuck me. I might even put the paddle back into consideration.’