Golden #2
GOLDEN THREADS MADE supple chains that were more like stretchy scarves. They wrapped around her wrists and secured her to two golden fixtures that were much heavier and thicker. She could get out of the stretchy bonds, but the bonds couldn’t detach from the wall, not once Jan had his way.
Her phone was tucked into her bag, and her clothes were tossed on the floor, along with Jan’s. He scooted up close to her, lying on his side while she was stretched out on her back, arms loose enough to move, but tight enough that she couldn’t bend them or get free with a simple slip or tug.
“I’m right here. I’m going to take care of you. You don’t get to worry about a thing tonight. Deal?” Jan fed her a piece of chocolate and kissed her nose.
“I’m worried I look silly,” Diana confessed.
“You look sexy and ravishing, and I hope I look lovestruck. Do I?”
Diana had to admit that her sexy husband, who looked like a cross between a pirate and a poet with his dark, moody eyes and long mane of hair, did look like he’d received a direct hit from Cupid’s arrow.
“What do you want to do tonight?” Jan asked, one hand massaging her shoulder, then sliding to her breast. He cupped and rolled each globe carefully, working the nipple with a soft stroke that turned a subtle peak into a hard, tight point.
“Oh, I don’t know. Watch a little television. Take a little nap.” Diana said, voice casual.
“Where’s the remote in this place?” Jan asked, immediately sitting up.
“Jan! I was teasing. Do you seriously think I would have wanted to take all my clothes off to watch television?”
“I mean, you could watch the television. I’d be watching you,” he said with a little nip at her neck. “Prettiest thing on any channel.”
“I think I’d like to act out my own love story. Helpless damsel pays back hunky knight.”
“You weren’t helpless. You were a survivor. A beautiful lone wolf fighting for your freedom.”
“If you want me to howl, I think you know how to do it,” Diana giggled.
“Oh, I might.” Jan purred, then sank down into the soft sheets, kissing his way down her side, fingers working magical circles across her honey-peach skin.
Little kisses of copper and gold appeared, and floral filigree spiraled down to her dark blonde-brown curls as he eagerly sucked her breast deeper into his mouth.
Diana gasped and parted her legs as the coils of metal took the shape of intimate lingerie, mapping across her body with a kiss of heat that never burned, forming beautiful fabric that lay like lace across her.
She felt like something precious, spoiled, and adored enough to be adorned with jewels and gold.
And Jan wasn’t done, although she wondered if he was unaware of what his magic was doing, lost in his own enjoyment.
The metal coiled and solidified, creating a firm cylinder that burrowed inside of her wetness. Her muscles instantly worked against it, squeezing down as Jan’s hand drifted between her thighs.
“Hm? Oh, did I make you a present?” he asked, kissing his way across shimmering lace, tongue circling around her navel.
Diana let out a strangled noise as the layers of gold and silver inside of her thickened, filling her. “You did,” she gasped.
Jan’s hand took the end of the toy he’d spun for her, pressing it in and out slowly, finding her pleasurable spots, testing her limits as he kissed her curls and spread her lips to find her pink, wet slit with his tongue.
“Jan!” she let out a cry as his tongue tormented her clit. Her hands wanted to grab his hair, his arm, his shoulder—and she couldn’t.
As if summoned by magic, he reached up to take one of her hands, stretching his arm out to the side.
Always what I need. Always going to catch me.
“I’m not usually jealous of my jewelry,” Jan chuckled against her folds, “but this is making you so wet, Diana.” He worked the toy in and out of her, increasing his pace a little at a time.
“It’s because it’s you. Part of you. Your magic, in me. Around me. Holding me tight.”
“And you were never impressed with my jewelry,” Jan teased.
“I was!” Diana panted as he pressed the toy in deep and held it up against the underside of her clit, making her feel the hot, sweet rush of climax starting to build. “Love what you do! No one else in the world can do what you do!”
“Still, I’ve never seen you so... enthused with my metalcraft before,” Jan released her hand to shift his body, situating himself between her thighs, toy inside of her, mouth surrounding her, first with small kisses, and then with long, hard licks.
“This is a little different,” Diana moaned, letting her legs fall limp to the sides, powerless as he pleasured her. “But I definitely prefer the craftsman to the crafts.”
“That’s because you’re perfect. And meant for me.” Jan eased the toy from her and replaced it with his much more skillful, soft fingers, tracing the soft spots inside of her that made her tremble, all while keeping her nub prisoner in his mouth.
“I think I’d like to sample some of your other excellent workmanship,” Diana gasped out, thighs beginning to tense.
“Only if you promise to stay with me tonight. Here. In date-land, and no escape back into subcommittees and book clubs.”
“I promise, if you’ll get up here!” Diana hissed.
“Hmm. Well, I’m not sure I’m quite ready to show off my skills.” Jan slowly rose up, hesitated, and then straddled her body, walking himself up on his knees until his hardness was between her breasts. “May I?”
Diana gave her arm a hard twist and freed one hand, then the other, smushing her breasts around her husband’s cock.
“You may.” She craned her neck down and gave his salty-sweet tip a quick lick, savoring the taste of him as he moved between her breasts, all gold and silver threads brushed away now, just slick skin to smooth skin, his hands joining hers as they teased her nipples and smothered his cock.
“Come here,” Diana demanded, dropping her breasts to the side to seize Jan in her fist, guiding him into her mouth, sucking slowly and gently at first, working him in deeper and deeper, eyes closed, moaning around him.
“The vibrations you make when you do that...” Jan gripped the abandoned golden scarf for support, holding it like a subway strap as Diana’s head bobbed harder and faster.
“Mmmmm!” she drew out the sound, buzzing her lips against his sensitive tip, feeling satisfied when the pre-cum sheeted from him like rain.
“I’m not going to last, pretty little prisoner of love,” he half-hinted, half-begged.
“I’m okay with that,” Diana whispered, sliding her mouth off with one last, lingering pull. “I have somewhere you can put that.”
“Thought you might.”
HE WASN’T AWARE OF it happening until he realized that Diana wasn’t just shimmering with perspiration, but she was glowing—from the gold behind her.
His chest pressed to hers, skin turning slick with exertion, little golden threads dancing lightly from his shoulders, weaving around hers. Back around. Looping. Cocooning.
Shimmering sheets that caressed them both, locking them together as he kept himself buried inside, rocking Diana to a peak, waiting for his own.
“You want to keep me with you, huh?” Diana looked thrilled at this metallic expression of his love.
“I don’t know... Why... It’s doing that.”
“You’re doing that. And you know why? Because I told you what I needed. Ohhh. Oh, God, Jan. That’s it!” Diana breathed out. “I need you, need this!”
Her perfect pink lips were too close not to kiss. He shrugged his shoulders and braced his arms to push himself up, making sure he could hold himself in and pick up the pace to send her spiraling into an orgasm she wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
He felt the now-familiar shivering in her walls, the way her heels dug into his calves and her fingers raked desperately down his back, under golden threads, to hold him in and take every drop of him as her walls worked his cock until it burst.
“Oh. Di...” He lost the strength in his shoulders and collapsed down, earning a muffled squeak.
“There must be a fortune on this bed,” Diana panted out, smiling at him with shining eyes.
“All the treasure in the world is in this bed. You. You, woven to me, bound to me, heart and soul. You’re always going to be safe here with me, honey, in our town, in our lives.
You can relax. The world won’t run away from you.
You ran to us, and you caught us.” Jan kissed her forehead, each eyelid, and lips in a vow.
“I want to believe that.”
“Believe that.” Jan nibbled her neck and slowly shifted the pile of golden threads and lacey bits off of her.
“I do,” she sighed. “I do, when I’m not caught up in my own head.”
“Hmm. Then let me remind you.” Jan’s fingers traced words against her skin, and the pile of spent gold ran to follow it, sturdy, simple, and solid.
A chain. A charm. Words.
“I Promise.”
“Promise what?” Diana ran her fingers across the newly minted letters, eyes awed and soft.
“Whatever you need me to. Believe that? Believe me?” he asked, fastening it around her neck with a practiced twist of his fingers.
“I do. I do believe you, in you, in us. Always.”
“Good.” Jan kissed her and snuggled her relaxed form against his chest, holding her tight, determined to keep any of the bad parts away from Diana and their love. “You can believe in us, Diana. After all—my word is golden.”