Chapter 12 #2
“I know you’re right. And I already made up my mind to do that. Now, I think that’s enough talk about my mom, work, and all that. Instead, I have another idea about what we should do,” I told him huskily.
His smirk told me he knew what I meant. My hand rested on his bare chest. I ran it down to circle his barely there nipples. I lightly raked my nails over his taut nubs, then followed up by licking across them. He moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck, no, don’t you dare. Do you want me to submit, dominate, or do we both switch back and forth?” Heath asked.
We’d done all three, and depending on my mood, one would be the choice for me. Tonight, I took a few moments to consider and then answered.
“I want to be in control. If I change my mind, I’ll let you know. Does that work for you, Lover?”
“That’s perfect,” he replied. His tone was slightly husky.
I’d discovered since being with Heath that while he was an alpha male who liked to take control, he wasn’t opposed to submitting.
And he was open to play that no man I’d ever been with had been willing to consider.
My past lovers had all been about the woman allowing the man to use toys on them, but not vice versa.
A suggestion of using restraints, a blindfold, or placing nipple clamps on the guy would’ve been met with utter disbelief and adamant no.
Heath was more adventurous. And it was that side of him, I wanted to tease and play with for as long as I could before he took over.
I wanted to see how far I could push him before he broke and became a beast. I loved it when he was just on the edge of having no control, and then he slipped over.
He never hurt me, but the sex did get rough, and I loved it.
Placing a swift peck on his lips, I rolled off the bed.
“Stay there. I’ll be back,” I told him.
In our closet, I got into the trunk where he kept toys. Since the partial move, I’d added mine to it, making it our trunk of fun. I got hotter just searching through the array of things at our disposal. I smiled when I saw what I wanted. I snapped up the items, then went to the closet door.
“I want you to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say you can,” I called out. He’d shut off the lights, leaving just those close to the bed on.
“They’re closed,” he replied.
Coming out, I wasted no time getting to his side of the bed. He was sprawled on his back with one leg bent up, the other on the mattress. His arms were relaxed at his sides. His head was turned toward me.
I leaned down and traced the outline of his lips with the tip of my tongue. He tried to catch it, but I drew back. I clicked my tongue so he knew he wasn’t supposed to do that.
“I’m in control right now, remember? Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“God, no, I’ll behave,” he said hoarsely.
I teased him with a few more licks of his lips, then a brief kiss. He took it. When I was finished with that, I brought the first item into play. I had the blindfold he’d used on me two weeks ago. I brought it up to his head.
“Lift your head for me.”
He complied, and I slid it down and made sure his eyelids were covered.
Then I spent time running my hands, mouth, and even scraping my teeth along his neck and chest. I made sure to skip over his nipples, though I knew he wanted them there.
It was all about drawing it out for him and winding him tighter and tighter. He did it to me often enough.
He wore basketball shorts. Those would’ve come off for bedtime.
Now, they marked the spot I wouldn’t go beyond.
I caressed, kissed, licked, and nibbled right up to the waistband, then stopped.
When I reached the band, I went back up to his neck and started over.
The deep, almost guttural moan he let out made me smile.
It was time to introduce the next thing.
I picked it off the night table and ran it down the middle of his chest to his belly button. His body reared up from the mattress.
The Wartenberg wheel, or the simpler term, a pinwheel, was in my hand.
It was a small, metal wheel with sharp spokes that turned.
It originated as a medical diagnostic tool for assessing a person’s neurological status by stimulating the skin.
It could test pain thresholds and nerve responses.
I knew this because when he’d used it on me the first time, I’d looked it up.
However, it has taken on a different usage over the past several decades.
It had found a place in sensory play in the bondage, dominance (discipline), submission (Sadism), and masochism, the BDSM world.
Both of us found we enjoyed aspects of consensual play that fall under that umbrella, even though neither of us would call ourselves hardcore practitioners of it.
For example, we didn’t go to kink clubs to play, but then I guess you didn’t have to.
The pinwheel in sensory play stimulated the skin, evoking sensations ranging from light tickling to more intense pain.
It depended upon how hard you pressed those sharp spokes into the skin.
I discovered that when Heath ran it slowly over my sensitive areas: my neck, inner thighs, behind my knees, fingertips, and soles of my feet, it caused flares of excitement to burst throughout my body.
Those aroused me doubly. He made me beg him for relief from merely using it. I wanted to return the favor.
From there, I ran it up the soft inner side of his arms. He shivered.
I pressed slightly harder as it circled his shoulders and down his outer arm to the ends of his fingers.
He was restless and moaning. The erection in his shorts formed a more than impressive mound. I noted a small wet spot on the shorts.
Needing to amplify his pleasure and to make him vocal, I suddenly ran the wheel back and forth, then in a circle on his nipples. Heath’s upper body came up off the mattress. A loud gasp erupted from him. His hands fisted the sheet below him.
“Christ!” he half-shouted.
“Do you hate it?” I teased.
“Fuck, no, I don’t hate it. But it may make me lose my mind,” he confessed.
“Good, that’s what I want, to have you losing control,” I whispered moments before I lapped at his nubs after sensitizing them with the wheel.
All Heath could do was groan deeply, then fall back onto the mattress.
If he thought this was making him crazy, wait for the next step.
Placing the wheel on the bed, I grabbed another toy off the stand.
I lowered my head and sucked hard on his left nipple before biting down.
As he cried out, I quickly released my bite and applied the clamp.
His breath hissed out of him. I didn’t pause before doing the same to the other.
He tensed for the second one, realizing what was coming.
“F-fuck, are those nipple clamps?” he asked.
“They are.”
He’d used them on me, but I'd never put them on him. Heath’s skin was flushed, and his body twitched. Then, I added a surprise. These clamps were the vibrating kind. A ragged moan escaped him. His body writhed on the bed.
“Danae, goddamn, baby, I don’t know how long I can stand those,” he panted.
“Do they hurt too much? Or are they too good?” I asked.
“Too good.”
“You deserve all the good you can stand. You always give so much of it to me,” I whispered.
I left him there, absorbing the sensations triggered by his nipples. I knew if it worked like it did when mine were stimulated, he had fire shooting throughout his body, especially straight to his cock. I could only withstand the temptation for a couple of minutes before I snatched up the last toy.
When I hooked the sides of his shorts, Heath moaned, “Finally.”
I lowered them, with him lifting his ass so I could drag them to his knees, then the rest of the way off.
I tossed them to the foot of our bed. His cock stood straight and proud.
It was dark red, almost purple. The veins running the length were prominent.
It was full of blood. The head and partway down the shaft were glossy with the amount of precum he had leaked.
My mouth watered. I would taste him, but first, I had something I wanted to do.
I wrapped the leather in my hand around the base of his cock.
Heath jumped. Once I had it snug enough, but not too tight, I buckled it, then admired it.
I’d gotten this in the mail the other day. He had no idea I bought it.
“Danae, what is that?” he asked.
“That is an adjustable leather cock ring with a surprise,” I told him.
“A surprise?”
“Yeah,” I said a second before I engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth.
Heath cried out my name. I worked my way down his length. There was too much to swallow all of him, even pushing past my gag reflex and into my throat, but I tried. When I reached as far as I could go, I showed him the surprise. I turned on the battery attached to the ring.
His shout filled the room. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, I let the three vibrators work him into a fever pitch as I sucked his cock, waiting for him to fill my mouth with his load.
I sucked, grazed the length with my teeth, and nibbled on his cock as I gently played with his balls.
Heath buried his hand in my hair and pressed me down.
I let him control the speed of my bobbing up and down on him. He kept muttering brokenly.
“Fuck.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Christ.”
“So good.”
I got immense gratification from making him feel so good.
Plus, I loved the taste of his cum. I wanted him to fill my mouth with it, like he filled my pussy.
I gave him the best blow job I had in me.
As I did, my body was on fire. My nipples were hard balls.
My pussy drenched the sheet beneath me. I’d removed my nightdress when I was in the closet.
I moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft as my nipples grazed the hairs on his legs. His fingers tightened on my scalp.
“Danae, I’m close. Son of a bitch, I can’t, I can’t stop it,” he muttered between what sounded like gritted teeth.
I made a few more passes up and down him when he thrust his hips upward, going deeper. I gagged. Heath held still as his cock jerked, spilling his precious seed in my mouth. I greedily swallowed it. He seemed to come for a long time, longer than usual, before he was motionless.
As he lay there, panting loudly, still moaning, I worked to finish with him.
First, I shut off the vibrator to the ring and undid it.
I licked up and down his cock, cleaning him up.
When I was done doing that, I kissed the tip and moved up to his nipples.
I shut off those vibrators. As soon as I removed the first clamp, I sucked hard on his nub to help with the pain as the blood flow returned.
Heath cried out in surprise. I soothed him for a few seconds, then did the other.
He tensed at the thought of it, knowing what it would feel like.
Once all those were off and I knew blood was flowing, I scooted up the bed and kissed him.
His hands cupped the back of my head, and our tongues mated, with some teeth involved.
That lasted much longer before I eased back. When I did, I removed the blindfold.
He blinked several times, even though the lighting wasn’t terribly bright. There was a dazed look to his eyes. When he focused on me, he smiled.
“I love you. You have no idea how much. You’re incredible, Divine One.”
“Wow, I must have really got you off good,” I joke.
He shook his head. “I’m not saying it because of that, though it was spectacular. And we’re definitely using those again. But even without the extras, you make me feel way more than I ever have, Danae.”
I saw and heard his sincerity.
“Heath, I feel the same way about you. The way you allow me to explore and do things I’ve never been able to do. And the ways you pleasure me beyond compare are part of it. But I believe the true reason it’s so good is that we love each other.”
“Me too. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor,” he growled.
I happened to glance down and saw to my astonishment that his cock was growing. Wow, it seemed I’d soon feel that incredible cock inside of me. I shivered in anticipation.