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move my foot inward, closer to his crotch. And then, very gently, I press the arch of my foot over his erection and am rewarded with his low, deep groan of pleasure.
    “The robe,” he says, his voice a growl. “Take it off.”
    I move to comply, tugging down the ugly plastic zipper and then throwing the quilted monstrosity onto the floor. I know that he expects me to be naked underneath, but I’m not. I’m wearing a black and red underbust corset with tiny, frilly panties that are both crotchless and backless.
    Frankly, that would be more than enough to surprise my husband, but I’d grabbed one more thing from his closet before I’d left for the mountains—a set of nipple rings attached with a silver chain. The chain hangs down over the corset and the clamps on the rings are just tight enough so that the weight of the chain and the brush of that robe against my nipples has kept me in a constant state of pain, pleasure, and arousal.
    “Christ, Nikki.” I hear the passion in his voice, and beneath my foot, his cock has hardened to steel. I see the subtle working of his jaw as he tries to cling to control. Since I’m determined that he will lose that battle, I slide my hand down between my legs, over the satin that seems to cover my crotch, and then slowly—very slowly—slip my fingers into myself.
    “Oh, fuck, baby. That is so damn hot.” He closes his hand over my foot and guides me, rubbing my arch against his growing erection. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice hoarse with need.
    “I haven’t seen you in eight days,” I say, then pull my foot free. “I think you can guess what I want.”
    I slide out of the other slipper, then climb on the couch to straddle him, grinding my cunt against him and probably ruining a perfectly good suit because I’m so damn wet.
    I take the chain and tug on it, adding pressure to my nipples, and then I grin and put it in Damien’s mouth. I’m in control now, and I’m enjoying it, but I know my husband well enough to know that this won’t last. More, I don’t want it to. I lean back so that the pressure on the chain from his mouth to my nipples makes them tight and hot.
    I keep grinding as I’m leaning back, my body at an angle because of the corset. Then I gasp when he slides his hands around to cup my ass before slipping one finger inside my anus. “I want that,” I whisper in answer to his question, as his finger dips even deeper into me.
    I bite my lip as my entire body trembles, then I reach for his fly and unzip his slacks to free his cock. “And this,” I say as I rise up, then position his cock so that I can impale myself on him, hard and fast just the way I want. And I close my eyes and lose myself in pleasure as I slam myself down so that he fills me completely, then I cry out when his cock pounds against my cervix even as his finger slides deeper into my ass.
    “You’ve been gone for eight days,” I say again, forcing the words out between groans, as I ride him. As I fuck him and he fucks me and I finger my clit and lean back so that my nipples are tight and hot and I’m so incredibly turned on.
    “Eight days,” I repeat. “I want everything. I want your mouth. I want your cock. I want you to punish me. I want you to fuck me. I want you, Damien. I want you every way possible. Now, Damien. Please, please, now.”
    As if my last word is an incantation, he explodes inside me, and I hold one hand tight around the back of his neck and feel the tremors that run through his entire body. I’m so close, too, and I can tell that he realizes that, but he releases his grip on my ass cheek, slides his finger free, and then tugs my hand away from my clit. “Not for you,” he murmurs, letting the chain fall from his mouth. “Not yet.”
    I make a small noise of protest, but he only looks smug. “Punishment,” he says, and I can’t help it—I lick my lips in anticipation even as my vagina contracts around his still hard cock in anticipation