Mistress

         James squeaked as he stifled a yelp of pain.
         "You WILL cooperate... and you'll like it, as well..." Anya hissed, followed by a seductive grin. James produced a smile of his own, anticipating what his unusual lover had planned. Anya yanked suddenly on the handcuffs restraining his wrists, causing him to almost trip, as she pulled him mercilessly down the long, dark hallway. Her dusty rose-colored trenchcoat, which completely concealed her body, billowed out behind her, brushing across James as he was led behind. James was eager to find out what she had schemed up this time. She always was one for the dramatic... and exciting. She obviously had something good in mind, considering the prohibiting metal he was being dragged by.
         Anya abruptly stopped, whipped James around her and tossed him effortlessly into a room on the right. Unexpectant of this, James bumped into the wall and stumbled onto the floor, unable to see anything in the dark, unlit room. Anya stepped over him as she continued into the room, slowly scraping one of her stiletto heals across his arm as she passed. He barely caught a glimpse of her lacy thigh-highs.
         Disappearing into the darkness where James could no longer see her, Anya went to a drawer in the dresser next to the bed, pulled out of it a Butane lighter, traveled across the room lighting various candles and finally stopped in front of James, finishing with a candle that sat in a wall-hanging holder. James gawked as the room was slowly becoming visible. He had seen this room before. It was, after all, his fiancee and lover's house, but it looked entirely different now. Strewn about the floor, the dresser and the four-post canopy bed were countless wine-colored, satin sheets. The bed and the dresser were the only actual furniture remaining. From the ceiling closer to the wall opposite the bed, hung a strange, nylon, swing-looking thing, where one could possibly sit and relax, even lie back. Not too far from that hung a pair of chains, dangling impatiently with leather cuffs at the ends. A rather odd, urethane foam ramp sat close to the remaining wall. Adorning the bedposts were long leather straps, short leather straps, chains, hand cuffs and ropes and sitting not so discreetly atop the dresser was a ball-gag, blindfolds of many colors and sizes, a spreader bar, straps and restraints James had no idea for what function, whips, a crop, collars, chokers and leashes. The candlelight flickered and bounced excitedly, pleasantly reflecting off the deep crimson sheets. James was in complete awe, and already beginning to become aroused.
         James looked up as he heard Anya making movement. He nearly drooled when she slowly, seductively, tauntingly unbuttoned her trenchcoat and pulled it open. James almost gasped in desire as he abruptly became fully aroused. Anya was wearing a very tight, bright red satin corset that separated at the top, exposing most of her luscious breasts, and was adorned with black straps and buckles across the sides of it, a pair of very see-through, black, lacy brocade, low-rise boyshort panties, vertical-striped thigh-highs topped with 3 inches of lace of their own and connected to the boyshorts by ribbon garters, and a red and black lacy garter band decorated her left thigh. Anya bent down and crouched next to his face, her barely visible thighs teasing him.
         "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you, my love?" She said in her smooth, sexy voice, her plump, ruby lips looking so tempting. James could find no words, but nodded vigorously. Her grin never faltering, Anya stood up, pulled her trenchcoat off her arms and tossed it into the bedroom, reached down, grabbed James' handcuffs, pulled him up to his feet in one swift movement, and began pulling him once more into the room. In the few seconds he was dragged from the doorway to the chains hanging from the ceiling, James watched her neck, wanting desperately to kiss and bite it, her skin so soft and pale, he could barely resist. Anya rarely wore her hair up to reveal her neck, but now, her very curly, scarlet-colored hair was now up in what could have been a messy bun, with loose, single ringlets. He wanted her badly.
         Jerking him roughly into the spot she desired, Anya was so far playing the apathetic dominatrix very well. As she leaned in to lick the nape of his neck and scrape her teeth across his collar bone and jaw line while she fumbled blindly, removing his metal cuffs and putting his arms in the leather ones, he could smell her deliciously pungent perfume. She smelled like roses, vanilla and lavender, without the overpowering "perfumey" odor.  It took all he had to keep his knees from buckling with the pleasure of her mouth on his neck and the overwhelming desire to have her. When the last buckle was in place, Anya pulled away and stopped to look at him for a second. The green in her normally blue eyes was drowning its original color. Her eyes always became an intense, jade green when she was aroused, and that's when James found them the most beautiful. Without warning, Anya grabbed the center of his black, button-up shirt, ripped it open, causing a few buttons to fly off, and dragged her nails down his chest. James shook a little and squirmed, but the chains held him in place. Anya only did this once, then turned towards the dresser. Moving some of the items atop it, making a racket of chain and other objects, she picked up the crop and a blindfold, and slowly turned around, holding the crop up as she smiled coolly. James sucked in a breath.
         Anya bit her lip as she sauntered towards him, taunting him with her hips and smacking the crop in the palm of her hand.
         "Yes, my dear, you have been very bad," she nearly growled. James could barely contain himself. Then, abruptly, she snapped the crop across his chest. James would have fallen to the ground from the sharp pain if he had not been strapped to the chains. He sucked in another breath through his teeth. He never would have thought it himself, but the slight pain excited him. Too much more, though, and he would definitely not enjoy it. Luckily, the once was enough for Anya. He didn't think she could really delight in hurting him, anyway. She began lightly gliding the tip of the crop across his bare chest, neck and shoulders as she walked around him, and then dropped it. When she stopped, she was behind him, where she breathed on his neck. James' own breath quickened in anticipation.
         "Are you enjoying yourself, you bad, bad boy?" She breathed heavily into his ear. The pure sultry in her voice made him utter a slight whimper. After he didn't answer, she placed the velvety blindfold over his eyes and slipped her tongue into his ear, earning a much more vocal whimper. He could barely stand the pleasure. Anya continued her teasing, nibbling slightly on his earlobes and letting her tongue travel over every curve. James was almost completely incapacitated. Grabbing his thick, dyed black hair suddenly, she forced his head to the side as she put her mouth around his neck. James was getting more and more immobile by the second. Anya sucked on his neck for nearly thirty seconds, her teeth almost sinking in. When she was finished with that, as she walked back around to the front of him, she brushed her fingers across his arm and chest, and then his nipple. He flinched at the latter. Then, suddenly, she kissed him fiercely, shoving her tongue down his throat, biting his bottom lip. As she was kissing him, she surprisingly quickly unbuttoned his light denim jeans and pulled the zipper down. When she stopped kissing him, he gasped, having needed a breath for quite some time. Not able to see a thing, James had to rely on his other senses, making him that much more sensitive to everything.
         She kissed and scraped her teeth across his chest as she pulled his pants and boxers down, completely exposing him. James was fully at her mercy. She then began sucking on and licking his hips, one of his most tender erogenous zones. She stopped with his hips almost immediately, but continued on to a much more sensitive area. To his surprise, but not to his disliking, Anya gingerly put him in her mouth. James moaned suddenly, unexpectant of this action. This was far worse - or better - than anything she was just doing. She slid her mouth across him very slowly, coming up to the head a couple of times, sucking a little, and then sliding her mouth back down. James, unable to hold it in, groaned in inexplicable pleasure, quivering. Anya didn't do it for long, and when she stood back up, she lightly dragged her nails across the inside of his thigh, up the indent of his hip and across his chest to his neck, where she placed her hand on the nape of it and kissed him again. This time, James kissed back more eagerly, vigorously wanting to taste her. Anya pushed away again, making James whimper in want.
         "Ah, ah, ah!" She said. She removed the blindfold, shook her finger at him, and bit her lip as she backed away, examining his nude body. "You're in quite the predicament, aren't you?" She snickered. "Mine to do with as I please." James nodded. He just wanted her so desperately. Continuing to back away, she reached for the middle of her corset and slowly undid each clasp, but did not entirely remove the sexy attire. James just gaped. She finally turned around when she got to the dresser, and pulled off a piece of a sheet to reveal a box of strawberries he had not noticed, and a can of whipped cream. She loved strawberries and whipped cream. Turning around to face him with a very provocative look, she held up a strawberry in one hand and the whipped cream was in the other. She marched up to him, seeming as if she were going to feed him the strawberry. He opened his mouth readily, like an expectant puppy, but just before it reached his mouth, she pulled it away and put it in her own, biting down slowly, seductively. James' mouth was still agape. Now he was just staring at her mouth. He didn't want the strawberry anymore, he just wanted her mouth. Knowing it was teasing, she licked her lips and tossed the uneaten stem of the strawberry away and squeezed the tip of the whipped cream can near his chest, making a line down the front of him, continuing all the way down his shaft. James flinched when the extremely cold cream traveled down one of the most sensitive things imaginable. Anya set the can down as she bent to her knees, produced her tongue and dragged it from the end of the trail of whipped cream to the beginning. James very nearly passed out. All the blood in his body was quickly rushing downward and he felt faint.
         Finally, Anya reached up and unfastened the cuffs. James slumpt lazily into her arms. He faintly heard her laugh a little. Anya, with some effort, carried him to the corner of the bed, placing him upright against the post. Slowly, she pulled the corset off, now just in undergarments. James could still barely move, but he lifted his arm and placed a hand on her breast. Anya flashed him her crooked smile. To his surprise, she smacked his hand.
         "Uh-huh... no touching..." Anya mused. "Not yet." She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulled it off, held it out to the side of her for a second, and then dropped it. She's torturing me, James thought to himself. He wanted to kiss her perfect breasts. She placed her left foot on the bed, making her deliciously close. She pressed herself up against him, their bodies warm and soft, but then turned to attend to her stiletto healed boot. Quickly, she unbuckled it and shook it off. With the other one, she simply bent over to the side, her bare back exposed to him. James couldn't resist. He touched her back. He felt her shiver a little. In a second, the other boot was gone. For a moment, she dropped her act. He could see in her eyes how much she just wanted him. But she was determined to keep up this strange persona. She leaned in for a kiss, but stopped when their lips were barely touching.
         "Soon, my love, soon," she whispered, and stepped back again. She went to remove her thigh-highs, but James put out his hand.
         "Don't..." he pleaded. "Leave those on." Anya looked at him speculatively, grinned, then nodded knowingly. Instead, she unhooked the garters. She then put her left leg back up on the bed, breathed heavily as she placed her hand fairly roughly on his privates. He inhaled sharply.
         "Take it off," she instructed, motioning towards the garter band on her thigh as she let go of him. Without hesitation, he weakly reached for the garter, and slowly pulled it down her leg.
         "Good boy..." She breathed into his ear. Then, without her prompting, James suddenly grabbed hold of  her panties and yanked them downwards. They fell to the floor and Anya just stared at him, jaw slack. "My, my, aren't we getting a little anxious?" But James didn't hear her. He was drinking in the sight of her. Even though he had seen her naked body many times before, he never grew tired of admiring it. Anya grabbed his arm, took a few steps backwards as she stepped out of her panties, dragging him along, and laid herself back in the swing. James swallowed hard. He had never seen anything so sexy, so desirable in his life; Anya lying waiting for him in nothing but thigh-high tights.
         He was suddenly very hungry for her. Even hungrier than he had been. He laid himself down on top of her, nervous that the swing was going to break. When he was content that it was secure, he looked at Anya. She looked deep into his gold-green eyes for a split second, and then bit his lip. He moaned as she grabbed him again, and this time, began massaging. He wanted her so badly. All he could think about at that moment, was being inside her.
         "Okay, my love," she said, barely audible. James shuddered at the simple words, but became frustrated when he couldn't figure out how it would be possible in such a contraption. Seeing his confusion, Anya sat up, pushed him away a little, got out of the swing, and roughly shoved him into it. It swayed quite scarily to James, but Anya grabbed the sides of it and made it stop as she climbed over and straddled him. Both in the swing, Anya towered over him, looking as enticing as ever. Finally, she lifted herself higher, the swing rocking slightly, and sat down upon him.
         James moaned quietly as she forced herself downward, the friction exquisite. Anya elicited her own moan as well, beginning to rock back and forth on him when she was ready. The pleasure was immense. She had teased him long enough, and he was in pure ecstasy. Then again, making love to her was always ecstasy. It was just a bonus when the sex was exceedingly hot, and this would be the second time they've had particularly hot sex.
         To his dismay, Anya stopped after a very short time and climbed out of the device. James knew she was up to something else, but he wished she hadn't stopped. Again, she grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the chair. To his confusion, Anya laid herself down in the swing once more, this time on her stomach, with her buttocks facing him. James knew immediately what she was implying, and the thought excited him more. He thought for a second about a condom. But she was on the pill. There wasn't really any need.
         "Take me," she demanded. "Don't hesitate." Complying immediately, James stepped forward awkwardly, placing his hands on her exceptionally attractive ass. Without much more thought, he grabbed ahold of her bottom, pushed with some effort and entered her from behind. James was taken off guard when she moaned her approval. She was much louder than normal, and he couldn't say he disliked the vocal approval. James pumped harder and faster the more Anya urged him on with moans of "yes". She grabbed the sides of the swing and pushed her face into the seat of it as she tried to muffle her moans, her toes barely touching the floor.
         Then he suddenly stepped back and disengaged from her. For a moment, they both just stayed where they were, panting heavily, taking in the recent, overwhelming pleasure.
         "Wh--why'd you stop?" Anya said between breaths. Without a word, James scooped her up out of the fabric cradle and carried her to the bed, where he set her down gently. Her game looked to be over. But then, James turned it on her. He quickly took hold of her wrists with one hand, straddled her to keep her pinned down and pulled on some of the long chains and straps she had on the bedposts to restrain her.
         "Oh, you sneaky little--!" She hissed, smiling at him lovingly. She flailed a little, feigning struggle and discomfort. Obviously, she had no power whatsoever over James, even if she was trying. In very little time at all, Anya was securely strapped to the bedposts, and at his mercy now, but still able to rest her arms comfortably on the bed above her head.
         "Oh, you ARE a naughty boy, aren't you?" She said through gritted teeth. She gazed up at him, her eyes burning green. In response, James spread her legs apart with his knees and pushed himself into her once again. She thrust her head backward and arched her back at the divine feel of him hard inside her, groaning in ardor. James grunted as he thrust harder and harder against her, losing himself in the moment, not able to control his actions or force himself to separate from her, even if he wanted to. The feel of her beneath him was pure euphoria, her pleased responses intoxicating. He rubbed his hands up her arms to her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers above her head, kissing her passionately when he found the breath to. For several minutes he thrust his hips, wanting to go deeper, closer. Suddenly, Anya let go of his hands and began tugging on the straps desperately, trying to get loose.
         "Untie me!" She said, pleading. The desperation in her voice made James stop moving completely, worried that she was hurt. After she whipped the chains, still trying to get free, James undid the clasps, releasing her arms. Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed his shoulders and flipped him around, unfortunately causing them to separate. Sitting up against the wall after they were done turning, James took a hold of the leather straps, pulled himself up a little and situated himself in the center of the bed. Hungrily, Anya found his mouth with hers, their tongues meeting sweetly, ravishingly. Anya ran her fingers through his hair, and he let go of the straps to clutch her back, as she sat down in his lap again, impaling herself upon him. They kissed, bit, mouthed, nibbled and sucked on each other's necks fervently as she lifted herself with her knees, nearly separating from him again, but then sliding back down. Not able to kiss anymore, the pace became faster and faster, their breathing became raspy, difficult. Sweat trickled down Anya's sides and built up between the bare skin of their stomachs and chests. James clung to her back harder with one hand and grabbed one of the leather straps again with the other. He began kissing her breasts, teasing her nipples with his teeth, tongue and lips, but stopped this when it became harder to breathe. Anya pressed her stomach closer to his, buried her head in the nape his neck and clutched his hair and shoulderblade, but continued the same pace as heat bloomed inside them both. The candles seemed to flicker with their movements, urging them on. Anya, with her head still buried in his neck, whimpered in rapture.
         "Oh, James... oh...!" James clutched her back harder at the sound of his name. At her voice muttering his name in such an intimate way. He then let go of the leather strap and her back and moved his hands to her hips to aid her, brushing one of them across the strangely erotic thigh-highs on the way.
         That didn't last long however, for in a moment, pleasure ripped through Anya as she came, and, as she continued to move her hips with effort, James joined her. In that moment, they both shuddered in sheer ecstasy, Anya barely able to stand the intensity of it, the heat dancing across their skin.
         James slowly slid down the satin sheets when they both relaxed, and they just laid there for a few minutes, completely exhausted, and he held Anya in his arms as she rested calmly with her head on his chest. Eventually, she sat up, lifted herself off of him and rolled to his side. After taking a couple deep breaths, Anya leaned over to the dresser and pulled out a small slice of cheesecake, also hidden under the sheets next to the strawberries. When James saw what she had when she turned back around, he shook his head, but smiled adoringly. She put it to his mouth and fed it to him as she waited for response. James nodded and touched her side. She handed the rest to him and he ate it thankfully, glancing at Anya before he was done, who was watching him eat. Her eyes were blended green and blue.
         "I do my best to please you," she cooed as she reached over and brushed some loose hair from his eyes.