thick and long, a heavy shaft of velvet-covered iron. She’d gotten to
touch it, to wrap her hand, her mouth around it, to get him off. But he’d never been
willing to fuck her until that night . . .
He’d held himself over her, heat coming off his big, finely muscled body in waves.
She’d been writhing beneath him, waiting for him. He’d made her wait, as he always
did, until she’d sobbed his name. Begged for him.
“Please, Mick,” she whispered, pressing the vibrating phallus deeper.
It wasn’t enough.
She sat up on her heels, the vibe still deep in her sex, and picked up the clamps.
She felt the weight of them in her hands for a moment, the cool metal chain running
between them, pressed it to her aching breasts.
“For you, Mick,” she whispered as she drew one nipple between her fingers, pinched
it tight.
She pulled in a breath, loving the spark of pain. She slipped her fingers over the
hardened tip, caressing, then tugging, drawing the sensitive flesh out, did it again
before closing one of the metal clamps around it.
She gasped at the sharp pinch, breathed it in, rode the pain out as she’d been taught
to do.
She let the weight of the chain hang for a moment while she prepared her other nipple,
caressing, pinching, pulling, then attaching the other clamp.
She drew in a hissing breath, let it out, let the pain carry her away for a moment,
smiling as pleasure washed over her. Picking up the bottle of lube and the beads,
she coated them, leanedforward, spread her thighs wider. She contracted her sex to keep the big vibrator
inside her as she pressed the tip of the beads to her ass, took in a breath and slowly
blew it out as she pushed the first bead in.
There was the familiar burning sensation as it reached the first ring of muscle. She
forced her body to relax past the burn, past the keen pleasure shimmering through
her from the vibrator and the clamps. She pushed it in a little more, adding the second,
larger bead. Again there was the slight burn as it moved past the muscle, but pleasure
surged just as deep inside her.
Her breath hitched as she pushed it in farther, and she had to bite back her orgasm.
She needed to come. But she wanted it all. Wanted him.
Mick . . .
He’d never taken her ass. She’d wanted him to. Wanted it to be his big, beautiful
cock pressing into her from behind. He’d wrap an arm around her waist, holding her
tight. Making her feel
owned
.
She pushed another bead in, moved her hand to pull the big vibe from her sex, pushed
it back in hard.
“Ah! Yes, Mick, please.”
She started pumping, the motion causing her breasts to sway, the heavy chain of the
clamps pulling on her nipples. Pain and pleasure danced through her, from between
her thighs, deep inside her. The sensations merged, began to blur, and she stabbed
into her body over and over, the big vibrator pressing against her G-spot.
Her whole body was pulsing with the need to come. But she knew he’d want her to hold
it back.
“For you, Mick.”
She went down, her shoulders supporting her body, her ass high in the air, her breasts
pressed into the soft coverlet. Shegasped when her clamped nipples came into contact with the bed, pain a sharp, lancing
spark making everything more intense. She had to stop the motion of her hand, let
the vibrator rest inside her. Had to take in a breath.
He would want more from her.
She reached back, imaging it was his big hands pulling the beads out of her, pushing
them back in, using the motion to rub against the vibe, touching off shivers of sensation
in the core of her body.
It was too much. She panted, then keened her pleasure as her climax ripped through
her, making her shake all over, blinding her. Making her sob his name.
“Mick!”
When it was over she collapsed on the bed, drew the beads out and laid them on the
small towel she’d spread next to her, withdrew the vibrator and turned it off,