Chapter 8 #3
When she was fully restrained, Dalton paused to admire his handiwork.
Leaning forward, he caressed her lower lip with a finger, then circled each nipple.
When Frances whimpered and tried to arch her back for more pressure, he continued on to her swollen clitoris and gave it a gentle nudge, before dipping his finger in her juices and teasing the rosebud of her anus.
“Oh God,” she stuttered. “Harder. Please. Please.”
“I won’t blindfold you just yet,” said Dalton lazily. “First, you’re going to watch me taste you.”
After tenderly kissing the lips that had earlier given him such pleasure, Dalton settled between her spread thighs and lashed her nipples with his tongue.
Frances panted, but when he fastened his mouth around one jutting pink peak and sucked firmly, she moaned. “Yes…yes…”
As a generous conqueror, he gently bit and scraped her nipples with his teeth until they turned a hedonistic shade of carmine.
Then he kissed his way down her belly, reveling in the softness that would grow taut and round as it nourished the babies to come.
But really, his mouth only had one destination: her slick, fragrant cunt.
Dalton parted her blond bush with his thumbs. “Watch me,” he said thickly. “Watch me feast on your perfect pussy.”
At the first lap to her swollen clitoris, Frances’ body rocked on the bed. But when he dragged his tongue along the satiny petals of her labia and plunged it deeply into her dripping wet heat, she threw back her head and orgasmed with a wild cry.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
Greedy for more honey in his mouth, Dalton shallowly penetrated her cunt with his fingers until he found the slightly rough spot that made his wife buck.
Watching her expressive face the entire time, he fastened his lips around her clitoris and sucked ruthlessly as he rubbed, thoroughly enjoying her untamed, helpless surrender.
In mere moments Frances came again, soaking his mouth and chin in wetness as the sounds of her pleasure echoed in the bedchamber.
Frances trembled, her bound wrists fluttering helplessly. “Oh God…”
Dalton licked his lips then sat back. “I’ll blindfold you now, sweetheart. While you won’t be able to see, you may speak. It’s essential you tell me how you feel; if it is good or bearable or too much. Do you promise?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Fill me. Please.”
After covering her eyes and tying the heavy black satin around her head, Dalton paused. “First comes the ginger stick. It takes a little time to warm. Remember, the second third is fatter so will be more uncomfortable.”
To begin, he smeared her copious wetness in and around her anus to ease the way.
Then he took the ginger and pressed it in to the first ridge.
Frances whimpered as her tight hole briefly resisted the intrusion, but was soon rocking again, her toes dancing.
“It’s like being heated from the inside. Make it hotter, Dalton. Make me burn.”
“Very well, sweetheart,” he replied, forcing the ginger inward to the second ridge.
A guttural wail tore from her throat and her head thrashed on the pillow. As a distraction, Dalton picked up a piece of melting ice with the small tongs and slid it back and forth across her nipples. His wife arched with a frantic cry.
“More,” Frances pleaded. “Fire and ice, I can’t even think. It’s so good…”
For the next quarter hour he tenderly tormented his minx; nudging the ginger to make her anus clench around it, and trailing ice pieces along her breasts and belly and inner thighs until she writhed and shamelessly begged for his cock.
A wish he would grant—her sweet submission had hardened his shaft to stone.
He needed to be inside Frances, to feel her cunt spasm around him as he filled her with seed.
Once he’d carefully extracted the ginger and set aside the ice tongs, he briefly caressed Frances’ face. “I’m going to fuck you now, minx.”
“Hurry,” said Frances unsteadily, her forehead dotted with perspiration and her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes glowing like sapphires. “I need it. Give me a baby, Dalton. Today.”
Dalton tore off his jacket and linen shirt, then took his engorged cock in hand and eased it into her tight, slick heat.
But even as he began to move, withdrawing and thrusting impossibly deep into her greedy pussy, it was damned bloody obvious he wouldn’t last long.
Frances might be bound and blindfolded, but she was deliberately squeezing his invading length with her inner walls, demanding his release.
Needing to see her eyes as she orgasmed with his cock inside her, he reached up and removed her blindfold. “Wicked woman,” he growled, fucking her harder as she writhed and chanted his name. “You want it, don’t you? Every drop. Take it. Take it now…”
Frances screamed in ecstasy, her feet and fingers almost gouging holes in his sides, her pussy gripping his cock so intensely that Dalton nearly passed out as his seed poured into her with endless, violent spurts.
Utterly boneless and content beyond measure, he collapsed atop his wife, unable to do more than nuzzle her neck. “My minx,” he whispered. “Mine. Now and forever.”
She turned her head, her eyes shining. Sated and joyful. “I love you. This is…heaven.”
Indeed it was.
Heaven ever after.