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  Air swirled around her and seemed heavy and alive with electricity. She could hear the audience shifting in their seats and whispering to each other. They were probably wondering what was going to happen next. The room remained dark just long enough to gather energy and curiosity in each attendee. Now that it was ready to spill, the highly anticipated finale was about to begin.

  Her time was up, the whispered countdown ended and a deep voice smoothly eased out to hover over the silent room.

  "Ladies and Gentlemen, my muse for this collection, The Leather Bride."

  With a loud click, a bright spotlight flashed on and was followed instantly by the audience dramatically gasping as one. It was an incredibly powerful moment, and yet Mimi could see nothing around her. The entire hall was pitch black except for the bright light shining directly on her. Blinking repeatedly, she hoped it would help to adjust her eyes to the light, she didn't want to fall in the obscenely high heels. If she did, without the use of her hands she'd have a very difficult time trying to get back up.

  In the silence of the large space, there was one thing Mimi was completely sure of, she had no doubt every eye in the room was looking directly at her, and loved it.

  Her breathing through her nose quickened with the pleasure she felt whilst wearing this special outfit, especially in front of others. Throwing her head back, she let them all look their fill and immersed herself in the smell, feel and taste of all the leather that surrounded, filled and restrained her.

  Mimi felt like the sensuous kitten she'd once played for a commanding, tall, dark and handsome man who was her lover—or had been. Rick had never failed to gift her with the most incredible pleasure she'd ever experienced. Smiling to herself, she remembered how hard he'd become the moment he'd seen her wearing nothing but the gag, tail and boots. In fact, he'd taken her right there in the workroom, in front of their friend and a couple of his assistants. It had been an incredibly powerful moment for her when she'd managed to rip his mighty control to shreds.

  As planned, once she'd finished silently counting to twenty, she started a slow hip-swaying stroll. The pace and sensual motion nudged the plug buried deep in her ass, causing the tail to decadently swish in her wake. Each step she took drove her desire higher and higher.

  Taking part in this fashion show was more sexually overwhelming than she'd expected. All her senses were on full alert. She could hear the echo of her steps ring around the marble space. However, soon her attention was diverted from what was around her, to what was happening inside her. It was almost like she was intoxicated and maybe she was, on lust. The result of her self-discovery was a meandering and distracted passage down the runway. Occasionally, she paused to close her eyes, let her head fall back and submerse herself in the yearning and need her body demanded with each step she took.

  Behind her back, her fingers trembled and clenched together. She desperately wanted to slide them over the leather that covered her body, skim them over her curves, and somehow find some relief from the passionate aura surrounding her. The arm binders' stiff denial managed to ratchet up the need even further. Very quickly she was becoming single minded about listening to her body's demand for fulfillment. To put it bluntly, she was horny and wished her man was with her, especially to help ease her desperate hunger.

  Sensually distracted, she resumed her walk down the runway with her mind entirely focused on Rick and their last night of loving. It had been a perfect mix of domination and bondage. Finally, appearing at the edge of the spotlight that followed her was a big white pillow, full of feathers for her comfort. The plan was to kneel on it, emphasizing the bride's total submission to her groom. Once the pose was finished all the lights would come up and Armand would come down to rescue her. Originally, it was going to be Rick as the groom who followed in her path, but those plans had changed with his disappearance. * * * * In the dark, Rick quietly moved onto the stage and marveled at how stunning his lover looked. He watched her walk beneath the spotlight. Tracing her path, he wondered how he'd lasted this last week without her. Leaving Mimi, even for a just a handful of days, had been hellish. While it didn't seem as if he'd handled it in the best way possible, he still believed he needed to be sure the offer had been viable before sharing the new opportunity with her. Okay, no matter what his excuse was, he'd been selfish and had to make up for it. But first he'd take a moment to immerse himself in her presence.

  While she moved down the runway, he soaked up everything about her. The first thing he noticed was how she looked both composed and distracted. He knew whenever she was nervous she presented a calm exterior to the world and saw it there now in her perfect posture and head held high. There was most likely an immense amount of sexual pleasure she must also be experiencing and that would definitely be a distraction for her to handle.

  His wicked grin couldn't be held back, not when he thought of how only he possessed the key to release this sexy muse from her current torment. It was growing harder and pulsing between his legs. He was eager to regain his position inside her body's loving grip.

  Keeping his footsteps quiet, he followed her random path. Because of the secrecy behind him being here, he'd been dressed once Mimi stepped out on the stage. He was still adjusting to his groom's attire. Sleek black leather clung to his legs and stopped dangerously low on his hips, barely covering his ass. Armand had loosely laced them, allowing a hint of hair to peek through. There was no shirt or shoes, except for the pants he was nude and didn't care. He knew his woman adored every inch of his body and this day was all about and for her.

  From the beginning of their relationship, he'd understood she loved leather, got off on it, and saw no need to deprive her of the pleasure it gave her. Besides, he reaped plenty of gratification because of her fascination. Sliding his hand down over his hard-on, his salacious grin grew further. There were a few surprises in store for her today, and he was very eager to give them to her.

  After a few more steps, he stopped just shy of moving into the light and soaked up all that was Mimi. He enjoyed her innocently seductive antics as she circled the big pillow and tried to figure out how to kneel without any help from her arms. Their history together gave him insight few others would pick up. One of these was to know the signs that said she was in high heat. The point of no return had been crossed, and she wouldn't come down from it until she'd climaxed.

  She hemmed and hawed a few times, started to bend down only to shake her head and look for another way. The audience tittered at her various attempts then fell silent when they realized she was seriously flummoxed.

  During the last fitting he'd attended, Mimi had been trying on a few of the pieces, including the boots, to make sure she had some flexibility and no problems walking. Wearing the gag and tail as well, she'd bent over and from her upside down position, looked at him from between her legs and gave him a naughty wink while shaking her hips. That day his control had shattered like glass. He hadn't been able to deny either one of them their need to release the sexual tension they'd built during the fittings.

  Nor could he do it today. It was time to reveal himself and give them both what they wanted most.

  Stepping into the light had the audience again voicing their surprise in unison. They had been so intent on her, many hadn't noticed him until he was almost at her side.

  At the noise from the crowd, she turned around and in an instant her eyes spoke so eloquently of the surprise she experienced. Moving closer, he saw the moisture pooling in her beautiful green orbs. Without a moments delay, he didn't stop until he was in front of her. Slowly, he stroked a hand over her smooth peach-like rump and tried to ease her frazzled nerves. He lifted the other up to hold her chin and made sure she was looking at him when he spoke with his heart. "I love you so much." The gag in her mouth made it impossible for her to respond but her actions made words unnecessary. She closed the remaining distance between them and laid her head against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tightly against him and closed hi
s eyes, finally able to savor the feel of her in his embrace.

  After a few moments, he remembered why they were here and picked up their plan agreed to months ago. Despite his big mistake, he was sure of his place in her life, although ingrained in him was the gentleman's need to confirm this with her. Leaning back he quietly asked for her affirmation before they moved forward. "Do I still have your heart?" Mimi emphatically nodded, and if the fierce look she gave him was anything to go by, it had angered her to be asked. Oh yes, there was no doubt she was still his woman.

  "We'll discuss everything that's happened later, but right now shall we resume Armand's script?"

  It never surprised him to see how quickly she allowed her sensuous soul to step forward. Frankly, it turned him on. With an open, passionate, and eager look, she nodded again.

  Sliding his hand along her leather corseted side, he immediately understood her affection for the natural substance. The heavy material was so cool and sensuous beneath his fingertips, soft in feel and yet so hard and sturdy in use. His hand slid over her soft bare shoulder as he helped settle her into the middle of the cushion, on her knees.

  Moving so he stood at her side, he noticed her full pink lips were stretched around the gag. Rick wanted to see them, feel them against his, listen to her pleasure vocalized through them when they fucked, but that would have to wait. Once he stood in front of her, he bent over and whispered softly for her ears alone, although most likely anyone who tried could've heard what he said in the silent auditorium.

  "I've missed you so very much, baby girl. Are you ready to play?"

  She leaned forward until her head was pressed against his hard-on and nodded, slowly. He knew she did this so she could bask in the feel of his hard leather-covered dick against her face. If it was on purpose or not didn't matter, but her simple stroke caused his cock to throb, nudging his lust closer to its breaking point.

  Stepping back, he wasted no time in starting them down the road to satisfaction.

  "Put your forehead on the pillow and present you ass for my pleasure."

  There was no hesitation or move to deny his demand. She bent over, put her head down and raised her backside with its decadent tail. He walked around so he stood between her spread legs and gathered up the strands from her tail in his fist and let them fall with a light swish across her bottom.

  And again, the leather strips softly danced over her ass.

  After a few more strokes, he paused, leaned over and used a single digit to slide between her pussy lips. He dipped it into the opening once, twice and again, before he chuckled. "You are dripping, my beauty." Lifting his finger to his mouth he savored her special flavor and heard their audience groan. He could have sworn he heard her moan behind the gag but wasn't entirely sure. What Rick was positive of was that his lover was definitely ready to take his cock. Her face and backside had both bloomed into a lovely shade of pink, reflecting the lustful heat he knew she felt. There would be no relief for her other than his cock. He was sure she understood that. At this point, the need to bury himself inside her was paramount and would not be denied any longer.

  Straightening up to his full height, he made a point to be visible to most of the audience. He was here to participate in a fashion show after all. The main reason they'd said yes was to help Armand sell his clothes, achieving a fantastic orgasm was to be the frosting on top. With great ease and a little dramatic flourish, he unlaced the front of his pants. His cock burst forward as if released from the confines of hell. The size and power of his rod was not what caused the spectators to rush to their feet with a loud gasp and peer forward for a closer look, although his ego was just as sure it was. Grinning he let them look their fill while he continued to lightly play his woman's leather tail over her ass and between her legs so the tips danced up and over her clit.

  Armand de Cuir had outdone himself this year. He and Armand kept one item in particular from his Mimi and it was why the mold of his dick had truly been needed. She thought it was for the gag in her mouth and plug in her ass. Ingenious, yes, but this was not the real reason why he'd thrust his cock into a container full of wax. No, Armand's new design for the masses was a leather sheath that fit over a hard cock, from below the crown to the base. The one made for him was criss-crossed with strands of leather, each decorated with random nodules, knotted bits, and eventually tied beneath his balls so they were pulled up and held beneath his hard length.

  At some point he'd confided to Armand that, although his lover appeared delicate and gentle, when it came to pleasure she enjoyed a rough and wild ride. This bedecked piece of leather surrounding his hard-on had been the designer's answer to his private aside.

  After the audience had been given enough time to take in the sheath, he moved to his knees behind her. The hand holding her tail released its treasure, then reached between her legs and played. He flicked, tugged and tweaked her hard and excited bundle of nerves, all in a bid to blow away any nerves she might possess. He didn't think there'd be any problems because his Mimi was a lusty minx who enjoyed playing before others.

  Chapter Four

  He saw her body quake in response to his fingers' continual dipping in between her legs. In the silence of the hall, he heard muffled moans trying to escape her gag and loved it. The power he felt over her body and its quest for release was heady. Thankfully he wasn't the type of person to deny either one of them the pleasure they found with each other.

  Releasing her clit, he lodged the crown of his cock inside her heated, moist, entrance. "Steady yourself…" With both hands firmly clasping her hips, and one slow and steady move, he drove into her pussy until he bottomed out and his hard balls caressed her excited nub.

  There was no way to hold back the joy he felt over her muted shriek. He could see white knuckles on her clenched fists in the small of her back. The tight pulsating clench of her wet slit was exactly where he wanted to be. Right here was the perfect place to be. At this exact moment, he wouldn't change anything in how he's led his life as long as it brought him right here.

  This was his woman and only he fucked her as she needed. "Like our little surprise?" A muffled sound and a small nod were all the response he'd expected and all he was given. He was just as pleased with her other response, the rhythmic gripping her slit offered his buried cock was a great welcome home. He soothed her ravaged nerves with nonsense noises while his hands gentled the soft flesh of her reddened ass. "Shhh…there, there, baby…just relax…" While soothing Mimi, he noticed how big his hands looked when stretched out so they covered her rear from side to side and then some. After shifting her leather tail to the side he used his thumbs and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the place where his rod invaded her feminine slit. To see them connected in this basic human way caused his heart to beat even faster. He felt a responding throb from his cock to this visual pleasure.

  While closely watching where they were bonded, he slowly pulled his leather covered erection out of her glorious clasp. The deliberate and steady movement would allow her to feel each bump and twist found on its surface before he drove back in. Over and over his rod pulled free of her tight grip only to return again, slowly so she could feel every inch of the coarsely decorated leather that covered his cock.

  Already he was prepared to shoot his load of cum into her sweet depths, but first he needed to give her the hard and rough ride she loved so much. He picked up speed, banging into her faster and faster, his body landing against her ass and thighs with an answering slap. "Spread your legs wider." He paused with his cock buried inside her and waited while she shifted first one leg and then the other until they were further stretched apart. Once she was settled again, he responded by driving inside her even more fiercely than before, carving a rapid path to climax through her tight slit.

  "Oh baby, you should see your nectar seasoning the leather around my cock. It's so fucking hot."

  The audience was so quiet he knew they could hear the liquidity of her pussy and how it welcomed his invadi
ng dick with more honey. Using his hold on her hips, he fucked her on and off his hard rod. No stopping. Again and again, Rick watched his cock conquering

  her welcoming slit. Using his knees to shift hers along with his, Rick made their stance even wider. He knew he was close but needed to feel her climax around him before he could drop his mental reins and come. Grasping the leather tail close to the end where it plugged her back passage, he pulled the leather toy out about half way and then slid it back in. He quickly found the rhythm to simultaneously fuck her ass and pussy. "Come on, baby, let me feel you come on my rod." Shafting her hard, once, twice, the third stroke she fell apart around him. All that could be heard from behind her gag was a muffled high-pitched squeal. Her pussy squeezed him over as he continued to thrust inside her tight grip. He wanted inside her, as deeply as possible. Once there, greed had him pushing for even more.

  There was no way he could hold back the deep guttural grunts that were driven from him each time he worked so hard to thrust his cock into her, nor did he want to. His lover should know how he used everything in him to please her.

  Suddenly, he felt tranquility fall and surround him with its warmth. Sporadic pulsating beats played around his length, and finally he acknowledged his inability to hold out against her pussy's seductive pull. His climax was upon him.

  Rick felt his cock grow impossibly harder, wider, stretching her slit. Any second now he knew his rod would explode, break the confines of the leather sheath, and send them both to nirvana. Relief came when his cum, driven with great force from within his balls, shot out like gunfire. His seed burst repeatedly from the tip, finally settling within her body. There was so much of it, he was sure there was semen hidden in every pore of his body rushing to be propelled into her warm depths.

  Breathing deeply through his nose, he knew if they were home he'd have collapsed across her back. He'd hold her close so he could feel her every breath and give her words she'd need to hear and he'd need to say. They were the words that carried his love and confirmed his place in her heart and life. Keeping his cock still within her loving clasp, he bent over her and braced his hands on either side of her head. Leaning down further, he used his nose to nudge some of her blonde curls out of his way, uncovered an ear, and whispered softly. "I love you so much, Mimi. So very much." Her fingers flexed and tickled his bare belly. In this moment of incredible passion spent, it hit him that, other than her phone messages. It had been too long since he'd heard her voice. Sitting up, he pulled her along with him, an arm wrapped securely around her belly as the other worked on the gag's strap. "Are you okay?" She nodded her head, but he wouldn't stop until he heard her say it herself. Once it was lose, he carefully pulled the faux cock from her mouth. She twisted her head and looked into his eyes with an astonishing quality of completion, awe and something headier—love—filling the orbs.