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Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to be interested in making her come. He kept his touch light, even careless, every move seemingly geared toward reducing her to a mindless puddle of helpless lust. And it was working.
In between smacks—whichhurt, dammit, he wasn’t going easy atall—his fingers were busy, scraping over the heated skin of her ass, their calloused tips rough against the tenderized flesh. Gliding through the moisture that pooled between her thighs, drawing light circles around her clit and stroking over the stretched lips of her pussy, or tapping with a firmer touch on the slick pucker of her asshole. And slowly, too slowly to bring any relief whatsoever, fucking her with the dildo she’d so foolishly thought to tease him with.
If he didn’t let her come soon, she was going to start drooling.
Well, she was already drooling, but since she was chewing on the leg of his jeans to muffle her moans, at least he’d be the one to have to deal with it.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this worked up. Her ass was raw, and little pulses of pain radiated from her clamped nipples. The chain that connected them was just heavy enough to act as a weight that pulled at them unceasingly—thanks for nothing, gravity—adding to both her distress and her arousal. Her pussy was on fire, pulsing and throbbing around the thick toy, and she’d swear she could feel her heartbeat in her swollen, aching clit.
The Velvet Swing might, in hindsight, have been a mistake. Sure, the orgasms she had with it were longer and stronger than the ones she achieved without it, and she could often count on having more than one, but none of that did her any good if hewon’t let me come, something she should’ve considered before putting hertease James into a sceneplan into action.
She could only hope he’d be horny enough to put an end to this torture soon, but she knew from experience he was capable of denying himself for hours to draw out a scene.
She was contemplating all the ways she could grovel her way into an orgasm when his hand landed on her ass again, and sent her thoughts scattering.
“Fifteen,” she managed, groaning out the count along with her frustration as need and pain burst through her. The blow was hard enough to rock her forward on his lap, making her breasts bounce and setting the chain connecting them swaying. Tension spiked, sharp and sweet, drawing another groan. Her hips rolled, a helpless, instinctive motion, her searching for relief. The dildo began to once again work its way out of her with the movement, and she flexed to help it along, needing the slick slide of the silicone against her swollen cunt. But instead of fucking her with it as he’d been doing for the last half hour, he pulled it free.
Surprised, she started to turn, and suddenly found herself being lifted up. The room spun for a moment as the blood rushed from her head, and by the time her vision cleared, she was flat on her back in the middle of the bed, almost in the same position she’d started in.
Oh, thank God, he’d decided to stop toying with her. No doubt the last half hour of play had aroused him, especially after three days at his mom’s house. She sent him a smile, sure she’d find him shedding his clothes, preparing to climb on top of her and give her the solid fucking they’d both been craving. Instead, he was fully dressed and frowning at the bench that sat at the foot of their bed.
She watched, confused, when he pushed it away from the footboard. “James? What are you doing?”
“Who?” he asked, his voice hard, giving the bench a solid nudge with his knee, not even looking at her, and she felt the first real twinge ofuh-oh.
She swallowed. “Sir, what are you doing?”
“Setting up the spectator area, of course,” he replied. Apparently satisfied with its placement, he turned to face the bed and sat on the bench.
“Um.” She swallowed, eyeing him cautiously. He was leaning forward slightly, silver-streaked hair tousled, his hands resting on his thighs. He seemed relaxed, at ease, until she saw his eyes. She’d been looking into those eyes for nearly fifteen years, and she didn’t need the corresponding bulge in his jeans to tell her he was aroused. And she didn’t need to see the slightly mocking curl to his lips to understand that she was in trouble.
She wiggled a little on the bed, wincing when her tender butt scraped against what she’d always thought was their softest duvet cover. He hadn’t hit her much—fifteen was pretty light, actually—but the whacks he’d landed hadn’t been gentle. “Sir?”
He jerked his chin. “Pick up the dildo.”
She glanced down to see the purple dildo, still slick from her pussy, lying next to her. Heat seared her cheeks. She didn’t know why, but seeing the evidence of her arousal on it brought a wash of shame that made her grateful she wasn’t looking at him.
Confusingly, it also brought a flood of fresh desire.
Swallowing hard, she did as she was told, her cheeks burning hotter when she saw the damp stain left behind on the duvet. She glanced up again, forcing herself to meet her husband’s gaze, and awaited further instruction.
His eyes had narrowed slightly, and she knew he hadn’t missed her reaction. For a moment she thought he might question her about it, then he jerked his head. “Use it.”
The quick rush of relief at not being questioned quickly burned away as she realized what he was asking. “Sir?”
“Use it,” he repeated, relaxing even further on the bench, looking as though he was getting ready to watch a very boring, very predictable sporting event. “You were so eager to come that you decided to break the rules, so go ahead. Make yourself come.”
She stared at him, shocked and more than a little thrown by the order. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said, no softness or give in his tone at all, pinning her with those unflinching, icy eyes. “Fuck yourself with the dildo and make yourself come. Or,” he continued in the same even tone, “don’t come at all.”
“Until when?” she blurted out, dismay making her voice squeak.
“Until you fuck yourself with the dildo and make yourself come.”
