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"What is the name?" The voice was cool, just a notch above cold. Hyacinthe knew that he had pushed the issue until his Mistress wanted to know everything about Nikita. He was currently strapped down over a small gymnastics horse, his legs tied spread eagle at the ankles, wrists fastened to those bindings, the back of his body bared to the wrath of her whip. Or, in his opinion, the mercy of her whip.
"Nikita, Mistress." He closed his eyes, waiting for the sting.
Crack!
"Very good, little love," Trinity purred. "And you think he's grown too lonely, as of late?"
"Yes, Mistress," Hyacinthe replied. "He needs someone; I'm afraid for him."
Crack! Crack!
"Two for caring for someone else's happiness," Trinity explained, running the doubled-over leather up the inside of his thighs, tapping at the tender skin there. "And you think I might know someone that would appreciate and love him, as I do you?"
"I was hoping." His voice trembled slightly in anticipation, praying he'd said the right thing. If his answer displeased her, he would stay there, in agony, his bound sex painfully waiting to be released, the whipping over for the night. She was a beautifully cruel mistress to him and he loved and revered her for it. She liked his games and played them, most of the time delighting in his pleas for more.
"Mm. Maybe I do," she said slowly, a note of thoughtfulness to her voice. Bringing the doubled-over whip down hard on his ass, she smiled when he whimpered, trying to gain some sort of friction to ease the throbbing need condensed between his legs. "If I did, how would you think it would do your little friend any good?"
"He would be happy, Mistress," Hyacinthe pleaded. "Please, Mistress?he's locked himself up in his chambers; he's heartbroken." Her response to his request made him moan in appreciation. He felt the tips of her fingers, slick with lube probing into his opening. Shortly afterward, the plug was inserted, pressing nicely against his prostate, but not enough to send him over the edge.
"What would you say if I told you I think I have just the person?" Trinity asked, biting down on one inviting pale globe that was clenched in anticipation of both the plug and her teeth.
"I would say that I love you, but you already know that," he whispered, trying not to thrust his ass in the air, waiting for the sharp nip of her teeth. "So, I'll say anything you want me to?anything you want, Mistress."
"You're such a good boy, Hyacinthe," murmured, reaching between his legs, absently stroking her fingertips across his cock. "Such a very good boy?" With a flick of her fingertip, she turned the plug onto vibrate, leaning down to kiss his cockhead, which had swelled to a deep purple.
"Mistress?" he cried softly, trying to keep his hips from rocking. "Oh God?"
"Here, Baby," she purred, licking along the bottom of his shaft. "Let me make it up to you."
Hot wetness combined with throbbing pressure finally drove him over the edge. His scream echoed through the high-ceiling room, his body thrashing, muscles clenching in pleasure. Nothing existed except the release and the low hum from Trinity's throat, making the explosion all the more intense.
Several aftershocks later, the plug was removed, as well as the bindings and the harness. Cool hands covered in soothing oil massaged away the stinging that marked his back and buttocks. Kisses punctuated his bare shoulders and flushed cheeks, then his ears and closed eyes. "I do love you, you know," he whispered sleepily.
"I know, Love," Trinity murmured, gently placing a lingering kiss on his lips as she lead him to the bed and curled up beside him. "I you, too."
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