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“Wha… what?”
“Onto your tummy.”
“Aren’t you… didn’t you forget something?” I asked, having been positive that my needy pussy was going to be worshipped next.
“Well, I did leave my pocketknife in my jeans, but I guess I could snap off one of these branches easily enough.”
It took my brain a second to process what he was saying, but when it did, I rolled over. Granted, it came with a sigh. I mean, seriously? Who could blame a girl? He’d been enjoying his dessert for a long-ass time, and I was about to implode!
Laying my face against my folded arms, I felt him move my hair to drape over my shoulder. A new stream of oil was drizzled along my spine and I closed my eyes. There was some value in patience. My body was still a bit achy from the morning run, and he had such incredible hands and fingers. The nape of my neck, my shoulders, and every vertebra was massaged.
I clenched my butt when I felt his hands glide down, but then remembered that despite his little threat about the convenience of a switch, this wasn’t about punishment. Just as he’d not missed a single inch of my ass last night, he didn’t now. Fingers dug into my skin, hands massaged each lobe until I felt like a limp noodle. This time he didn’t tell me to roll over, he simply flipped me himself. I discovered that at some point, he’d dipped back into his goodie bag and now dangled a black blindfold in front of my face.
“Okay, baby, let’s add a bit of sensory deprivation. Lift your head.”
Wondering how I found the strength, I did and he tied the cloth over my eyes.
“Can you see anything?”
“No.”
“Great. Put your arms over your head and keep them there.” Once I had, linking my fingers together, he said, “Bend your knees and pull them up to your ass.”
A moment later, I felt his hands on my raised knees.
“I need your legs apart, babe,” he said, pressing my knees down.
I felt like a frog on the lab table in school, but was pretty sure that dissection wasn’t what he had in mind. The dribble of oil I felt landing on the top of my mound moved my thoughts back where they belonged… to the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.
“Hmmm,” I purred as he began to spread the oil over my sex. Fingers slid with ease over my denuded skin, and I felt my labia lips being spread apart. I didn’t twitch until I felt a finger move across my taint and begin to circle my anus.
“Easy,” he said softly. “Just relax.”
Easy for him to say, difficult for me to obey. A touch running through the lips of my sex to circle my clit helped—a lot. I’d been primed to come for the last half-hour and just that touch had my need ratcheting higher. The pressure against my pucker wasn’t totally unfamiliar as he’d pushed a finger into my ass last night. Still, I gave a soft yip when I felt something beginning to press inside.
“That better not be a zucchini,” I said.
Everything stopped. The finger stroking my pussy and the one pressing against my butthole.
“Did you just safeword?” he asked.
“What? No… I mean, I was teasing. You know, like at Home Depot.” I couldn’t see him, but I could visualize him shaking his head.
“And that is exactly why we don’t choose a word that can be confusing. Pick something else. Something you won’t tease with or use in normal conversation.”
Since I could feel my hips lifting as if wondering why that delicious sensation had stopped, I gave him a word I actually never remembered having said before. “Persimmon… no, wait. Since I have to ask to come, that’s too close to permission. How about… aardvark?”
“That’ll work.” His agreement had his fingers moving again, which felt both delicious and a bit worrisome when I realized the object at my most private opening was not his finger and not even flesh.
“Brett?” I asked, unable to help clenching.
“Trust me, babe,” he said, pushing whatever it was a bit firmer until I squealed and twisted to the side. “Hannah, you know I’m not going to hurt you. I wasn’t kidding about that switch. Do you need a few stripes across your ass to remind you who is in control?”
“No… no, sir.”
“Then stop worrying and start feeling. I promise you’ll not be sorry.”
Aardvark was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. He’d wanted to explore anal play since before we’d even married. I’d been the one hung up on the taboo aspect of it. I was his wife, his lover, and I wanted to be even more. I’d asked him to help me become more. I could do this. I had to do this if I truly wished to release control to him. Forcing my fingers to link again and my body to relax as much as I could, I took a deep breath and then another.
