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Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed.

So when you're ready, take a deep breath, just hold it for a moment, let it go with a sigh, releasing all the tension and stress of the week.

For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.

This is your time, your time to relax, your time to indulge your sensual desires.

Now.

I know you've been a little naughty recently, and I've ignored it until now, But to night, I think it's time to bring you back into line, to remind you who the dominant really is between us.

It wasn't often that Michaela could see John in full business flow, but tonight, at this party, she could see how easily he were at the room.

He looked the picture of authoritative dominance, his voice a seductive song that reminded her just how he had become so successful, full of energy even as the party drifted into the early hours, and like others who had left early.

John somehow maintained that melt yor Pante's charisma until gone two am, as always the last to leave.

It was gone three am when they walked across the park toward Michayla's apartment.

Given how possessively he squeezed her hand, how his chest protruded full of pride, the energy from the party was obviously still coursing through his veins.

He was so damn sexy when he was like this.

Many times he had come to Michaela's apartment after a successful meeting, and he just dripped animal sexual magnetism.

They'd fucked right there on the floor, just inside her main door, feeding off his energy.

Michayla danced in front of him playfully, even in heels in a maxi skirt, she managed to move around him gracefully, her hand caressing his firm chest down the flat plane of his stomach and squeezing his beautiful erection through his pants.

She had a sudden urge to show him just how sexy she found him when he was like this.

Let's stop a minute, enjoy the night air, she suggested, pointing to a bench, squeezing his hard cot through his pants.

So there was no doubt of her intentions.

He leaned in to kiss her gently, at first almost teasingly, and then more needy, with more passion, more hunger, as she continued to stroke his erection with the pad of her thumb.

You do remember we have just agreed a contract with the Mayor's office.

If I'm called fucking you on a park bench now, that might just be in jeopardy, he growled, lust dripping from every sound.

Come on, where's your sense of adventure?

Anyone else out at this time is either too drunk or two stone to notice.

She giggled playfully.

Grasping his cock firmly, she led him to the bench, the palm of her hands pushing firmly against his tight chest, forcing his unresisting body back onto the bench.

Placing her black patent a high heel firmly on the bench between his thigh eyes.

She teasingly drew her skirt up her leg, with her fingertips tracing a slow and sensuous line of the silky material of her stockings.

I know how much you like it when I wear these.

Even in the light of the street lamp, MICHAELA could see his eyes widen with desire at the sight of her stocking top.

Continuing the motion of her fingers, she caressed the line of her bikini panties with a solitary fingertip, mourning gently as her fingernails circled her clit through the lacy material.

The voracious heat in her pussy bolsing with desire mixed with the cold night air, emphasizing that fire burning between the folds of her pussy.

Holding his gaze, Michaela eased her finger inside her panties, caressing her wet lips, gasping gently as she slid it inside, thrusting it in and out slowly.

She could feel the desire building within her, her own pleasure dripping down her thighs.

Sliding her finger out, teasing it across her blush pink lips, her hungry gaze never leaving his, she teased up and down its length with the tip of her tongue.

Looking intensely into his deep blue eyes, she whispered, I want your cock in all of me.

Moving her finger between his lips, she said, taste how much I want you John.

The passion between them crackled in the air as he sucked her finger between his teeth biting along it gently, the hint of pain sending shockwaves through Michaela's body.

For a moment, the rest of the world vanished.

The fire of lust between them was all consuming.

A force cough behind them shattered the moment into a thousand pieces.

Do you two want to get home unless you want me to assume there's money involved and I have to take you in?

Giggling nervously, Mikayla grabbed John's hand and they ran across the park, away from the cop headed to her apartment, her heart pounding as they ascended the stairs.

Fumbling in her purse, she eventually found her keys, and, after several failed attempts, managed to get a key into the keyhole.

Falling through the door, John leaned against the wall where Michaelis stumbled on her heels.

Rebalancing herself, Kana placed her head on his chest, feeling the soft beating of his heart.

How the hell was he so calm?

We could have been arrested down there?

She could feel her own heart trying to escape her chest, pressing the lights which the open plan lived area was briefly illuminated, before a crack from one of the bulbs crashed them back into darkness.

That fucking pop again, she cursed, you find the floor lamp.

I'm going to grab some water from the fridge, placing her purse on the pool table that still dominated the sitting area despite numerous requests for a landlord to remove it.

Michaela walked to the kitchen area, the light of the fridge illuminating her face as she retrieved two bottles of water before returning the room still dark.

Has that gone as well?

She sighed?

Noticing the window open, she cursed herself for leaving it like that before she went out on such a chilly night, moving over to close it.

Leave it, John commanded, his voice suddenly dark and dominant, his resonant tones making Michaela abay without thinking, sending waves of pleasure to her already wet pussy.

Maybe it was the moonlight streaming through the window, but as she looked at him, it seemed like his face had changed somehow.

He was more serious, more stern, more assertive.

Standing still, A whimpress scaped Michayla's lips.

Without thinking, she whispered, yes, sir, okay kidden, I feel the need for something more dominant tonight.

I need to release some of this pent up energy.

I want you to show me all that beautiful lingerie you put on for me tonight.

I want you to strip for me slowly.

Yeah, yes, sir, But before you start, I think some music is in order, and John said, abruptly.

Taking the remote control from the side table next to the chair, he pressed a button, bringing life to the blueteeth speakers loving and elevator echoed around the room.

Slowly.

Michaela started swaying her hips.

Self conscious, not quite sure what she was meant to do, she tried letting herself just move to the music.

One by one, she moved her fingers through the buttons of her shirt, easing it open, exposing the pink bow between her breast that adorned her black lacy bra, watching John's face for a moment as her fingertips glided back up her stomach, his hand rubbing firmly at the erect length in his pants as he moaned low and resonant.

Noticing his arousal, Michaelis started moving with more purpse, knowing how much this was turning him on field her own lust.

Moving into the moonlight that John might have a better view, she caressed one finger along the lace rim of her bra, the cold air of the night already peeking her nipples.

Does a finger caress one?

She felt a warm shiver, moving from head to toe with erotic pleasure.

The aching butt of her nipple, swollen against the silky material of a bra, burned with desire as she rolled it between finger and thumb unbidden, she moaned with longing, with lust, the heat between her thighs inflaming every salacious image she had ever had.

She watched this masterful, dominant man sat in the shadows of the night, stroking his hard cock, Knowing she was turning him on that much, her that much, Her fingers traced a line along her brass straps.

Teasingly.

She turned her back to John, sliding the strap over the curve of her shoulder.

His unseen moans of pleasure the sign that he was enjoying the show.

The rhythm of the music burning through her, her knees dipping in perfect time, her hips gyrating to every drum beat.

Somehow, the sounds vibrating through her body were letting her loose all her inhibitions and self consciousness.

Moving her hand to her other brass strap, she loosened it over her shoulder, the bras seemingly only held up by her erect nipples.

Moving one hand across her back, she released the clasps while the other hand cupped both of her breasts, turning swiftly to face John again, moving both hands over her aching tits, rubbing them through the soft material of her loosened bra her hips moving as if she had John deep inside of her already, her pussy throbbing for that very thing, wanting to feel the girth of his hard stretching the lips of her pussy as she rowed him without mercy, letting her brow drop to the floor, the palms of her eyes, massaging her nipples in broad circles, spreading the swirling desire that ate in her core through her whole body, Sliding her hands down over her stomach, her fingertips exploring the waistband of her skirt, pushing one hand further, her fingertips investigating the soft material of her panties that dripped with the desire throbbing in her pussy, the heat of her wanton need burning those fingertips.

She involuntarily moaned loudly as her now caught her clit, needing to feel John's hands on her, to feel his hard cock thrusting between her wet folds.

Her hand moved to the side of her skirt, unfastening it, letting it join her brow on the floor, knowing that John had always found stockings irresistible, hoping this would push him over the edge and fill her pussy with the heart on that she just knew was throbbing in his pants.

An avalanche of cold air flooded over her body from the window, causing goosebumps to erupt from every inch of her skin.

She trembled with cold and lust.

Somehow, that chilly air just made her pussy more aroused than ever, and her body positively vibrated with animal lust.

On the pool table, he growled obediently.

She sat on the pool table, eyes apart, inviting, wanting kneading lay back, he commanded as he stood moving around the table behind Michaela.

Grabbing both of her hands as she lay on the soft velvet, he wrapped his tie around them, securing them to the middle pocket of the table, grunting with satisfaction as she felt the silk of his tie pinch her wrists.

Moving back around between her thighs.

He lifted her legs up onto the table.

His hands pushed firmly up the underside of her thighs, his fingers caressing the curves of her ass as they slid inside her panties.

You won't be needing these, he whispered, as his fingers grasped the waistband, yanking her panties harshly down her legs.

A shock of cold air slapped her hot dripping folds hard, forcing a groan up through her whole body.

Moving back around the table once more, he whispered, close your eyes.

Submissively, McKayla closed her eyes.

The sound of immoving material filled her with curiosity, before she felt a tied plait of silk and material wrapped around her head, unfastened, tied, making sure her eyes stayed shut even if she wanted to open them.

The smell of her desire filled her nostrils as she felt warm drops sliding down her cheeks from whatever was wrapped around her head.

The heat of his breath caressed her ears as he whispered, can you smell your desire on your panties?

I can smell it from here, so you just have to be able to being that they're wrapped around your head.

Now wait here, he smirked.

She could hear his grin at his own dark humor.

Where else was she going to go?

As the sounds of him moving across the wooden floor dimmed, she suddenly felt very exposed, a sensation only accentuated by the cold night air kissing every inch of her body.

The contrast between the heat and her core and the cold on her skin only served to send electricity through every nerve in her body.

In the distance, she could hear a distant click from the bedroom.

She guessed, given the situation, that he would be in her toy box, but dam she had all sorts of paraphernalia in there.

He could be getting anything.

His footsteps had a leaden sound to them as he returned ominous, almost pushing her thighs apart.

She could hear what sounded like his belt being released as he positioned himself in front of her throbbing pussy.

A brief wush send and them what she presumed was its pants hitting the floor.

There's the cold air against his perfect little clit of yours is question full of menace.

Not waiting for her response, he pinched it viciously, pulling it hard from her pussy.

She screamed in shock as much as pain before he released it, and as the sting of the initial pinch subsided, her knub burnt hot with an after glow of delicious pleasure, throbbing with need, Gently but firmly, he caressed it.

Her legs pushed at the edge of the pool table, thrusting her pussy up in want and need, inviting, longing to be funked.

Please, sir, I need you, she begged, desperation dripping from every word.

Ignoring her please, he pushed her thighs apart roughly, Keep them there, raw, cough them to the end pockets, and they're a long way away.

A gentle breasts of thin leather straps over her nipples sent aches of anticipation tingling straight to her clit.

As they dragged down her body slowly, she writhed in painful pleasure, moaning loudly as they fell along her clit, teasing the folds of her pussy.

You were a bad kitten tonight.

That cop almost arrested us, he said, with dark presence.

How bad were you do you think on a scale of one to ten?

She knew this game.

They played it before.

Three, sir, she whispered, just three, you could have cost me that contract.

I think you are much naughtier than that.

Try again, the undertones in his voice ominous with dark lust.

Seven, sir, she ventured, Oh, I think at least nine, and you know what to do.

Count the strokes.

If you lose your place, we start again.

The first lash of the small flogger against her clit came immediately and caught her off guard.

It stinged, radiating through her body as she cried in pain as he dragged the leather straps through the folds of her throbbing pussy.

She moaned loudly as a sudden wave of warm pleasure spilled over her body.

What she said, holding her breath to brace for the next lashing.

After what felt like forever, the strands of the leather flogger just kissed her thighs gently as he said, you know better than that, kitten.

No holding your breath, I'll wait, releasing her breath with a sigh.

The second lash came hard and fast, right against her throbbing clit, the brutal kiss of the leather sending her desire into overdrive.

The soft caress as they drifted over her aching lips, afterwards, only accentuating that desire.

Two, she said, focusing on counting.

The next three lashes came fast and hard, with no caress in between her click pulse, with the sensations of the merciless flogging.

Three, four, five, she whispered, her body trembling with need, and then quiet.

Not a sound, no flogs, no commands, just an empty, desolate silence, until somewhere on the edge of her hearing a gentle, buzzing sound.

Let's up the empty Shall we see if you can keep count?

Now that dark grin returning to his voice as he thrust the vibrator into a wet pussy, her lips sucking hungrily at it.

Don't come yet, not until I say you can.

If you come, we start over again.

On miss humor spread through every word.

Michaela focused on controlling the sensations that were swamping her body, every nerve, every cell, every fiber of her body.

Screamed her knee to orgasm.

The next lash hit hard on her clip, catching a stretched pussy lips in just a way to cause her pelvis to lift, moving the vibrator deep inside fuck A number was this, her mind panicking, grasping for a tendril for the last few moments of her life.

Six she guessed, almost relieved when the next lash hit without warning, causing her hips to buck wildly again.

Seven she gasped, her orgasm swelling through her body, desperate for release, her pussy clutching hard at the vibrator, her need to be fucked overcoming any sense of reality, every sensation of the vibrator sending pangs of pleasure through her whole body.

Moaning loudly, she didn't know how much longer she could control her orgasm, her mind sinking quickly into a whirlpool of confusion and lust.

Another thrash of the flog, ascending shockwaves through her body, her fingers grasping at the silk tie securing her to the pool table, grasping to keep any remnants of control she had over her body.

Eight, trying to withhold the moones that screamed within her.

Sliding the vibrator out of her pussy, she had a moment's relaxation before he slid it up her clit that burned with sensitivity from the flogging, holding the very tip of it against her nub, another lash against the aching lips of her pussy.

Oh fuck, she cried, nine, her orgasm a wildfire through her body.

Pulling her legs down, he thrust hard inside her, holding the vibrator against her clit.

Every thrust of his heart cock pushed with beautiful precision into her pussy, her throbbing lips sucking hungrily at his length as she felt his body tensing, his moans becoming growled as he swelled inside of her.

Come for me, now, kitten, Come around my cock, he moaned, exploding inside of her.

Her body shuddered in pleasure as her orgasm spiraled up her body before the avalanche of pleasure flooded down and exploded right there on a aching clip.

So gently he kissed her lips, keeping his steel throbbing cock inside her, sliding the makeshift blindfold off her eyes, and loosening his tie from around her wrists.

She sank back into his eyes gentle gigas, with pleasure dropping from her lips as she felt her body convulsing in satisfaction, his fingers gently moving her hair from her face as he kissed her forehead tenderly.

Guess that will teach you before you're a naughty again kitten, he said, before kissing her deeply, her tight against him, They're shared waves of pleasure trembling through them.

Well, I hope that little story has warmed you up beautifully and got those lace panties.

If yours tingling with anticipation now, next week we're going to be doing something a little new and enemy's to love a story, so you can expect some wild fucking next Sunday, won't we get Wild in Bed all over again?

But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in Wild wishing you solacious dreams.

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