“Oh, fuck, baby. That is so damn hot.” He closes his hand over my foot and guides me, rubbing my arch against his growing erection. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice hoarse with need.
“I haven’t seen you in eight days,” I say, then pull my foot free. “I think you can guess what I want.”
I slide out of the other slipper, then climb on the couch to straddle him, grinding my cunt against him and probably ruining a perfectly good suit because I’m so damn wet.
I take the chain and tug on it, adding pressure to my nipples, and then I grin and put it in Damien’s mouth. I’m in control now, and I’m enjoying it, but I know my husband well enough to know that this won’t last. More, I don’t want it to. I lean back so that the pressure on the chain from his mouth to my nipples makes them tight and hot.
I keep grinding as I’m leaning back, my body at an angle because of the corset. Then I gasp when he slides his hands around to cup my ass before slipping one finger inside my anus. “I want that,” I whisper in answer to his question, as his finger dips even deeper into me.
I bite my lip as my entire body trembles, then I reach for his fly and unzip his slacks to free his cock. “And this,” I say as I rise up, then position his cock so that I can impale myself on him, hard and fast just the way I want. And I close my eyes and lose myself in pleasure as I slam myself down so that he fills me completely, then I cry out when his cock pounds against my cervix even as his finger slides deeper into my ass.
“You’ve been gone for eight days,” I say again, forcing the words out between groans, as I ride him. As I fuck him and he fucks me and I finger my clit and lean back so that my nipples are tight and hot and I’m so incredibly turned on.
“Eight days,” I repeat. “I want everything. I want your mouth. I want your cock. I want you to punish me. I want you to fuck me. I want you, Damien. I want you every way possible. Now, Damien. Please, please, now.”
As if my last word is an incantation, he explodes inside me, and I hold one hand tight around the back of his neck and feel the tremors that run through his entire body. I’m so close, too, and I can tell that he realizes that, but he releases his grip on my ass cheek, slides his finger free, and then tugs my hand away from my clit. “Not for you,” he murmurs, letting the chain fall from his mouth. “Not yet.”
I make a small noise of protest, but he only looks smug. “Punishment,” he says, and I can’t help it—I lick my lips in anticipation even as my vagina contracts around his still hard cock in anticipation of everything yet to come.
“Off,” he demands, moving me even as I shift my weight to comply. He stands, too, then roughly pushes me forward so that my feet are on the ground and the front of my shins are brushing the couch. He bends me forward at the waist, then tells me to hold on to the back of the sofa.
I do, then feel the first smack of his palm against the circle of my ass that’s exposed by the cutaway panties. “Tell me you like that,” he says after another smack, followed by the soft rubbing of his palm on my tender skin.
“You know I do. Harder, Damien. Please.”
He knows I sometimes need the pain. But what I crave tonight isn’t because of need. This is desire. I want to feel the heat between us. I want him to take me. To claim and use me. I want it rough and wild, because I’ve missed this man, and I need to experience everything right now. I need to explode. I need to feel every single thing that he can make me feel. I’m greedy—so damn greedy. I want it right now, I want it all.
Damien understands that, because Damien understands me, and this time when he spanks me with one hand, he thrusts two fingers inside me with the other. He doesn’t soothe between spanks, and I close my eyes as he finger-fucks me, the rhythmic thrusts alternating with the smack of his palm against my ass. “You’re so damn sexy,” he says. “Your skin is so pink. So sensitive. Tell me, Nikki. Tell me what you want.”
“You.” The word is a plea. “All of you.”
I hear him fumbling for something, and for a second I think he’s undressing. Then I realize that he was just getting something out of his pocket. I turn my head, and see that it’s a small pocketknife. For a moment I’m confused. Then he reaches up, and in one quick motion slices through the laces at the back of my corset. It falls to the couch, leaving me fully naked except for the panties and nipple jewelry.
My body thrums from the sudden release of pressure, and even as that warmth is washing over me, he slides his hand from my cunt to my ass, teasing me. Lubing me. And when I feel the head of his cock there, I take slow breaths, trying to relax even as I bite my lower lip in anticipation of the sweet sting that I know is coming.
This is what I want. Rough. Wild. Raw. And I suck in air as he enters me, then thrust my hips back to meet him as he slowly fills me, fucking me slowly at first to get me ready, then hard and deep as passion builds. He’s still fully clothed, and I look like a plaything, and the thought turns me on even more, making me wetter and wilder. “Harder,” I demand.
“Oh, baby.” His voice is raw and I know he’s on the edge, but he reaches around and takes the chain, holding on to it as he thrusts deeper, so that there is an invisible connection from my breasts to my clit to my cunt to my ass.
My whole body is on fire, and when he orders me to touch myself, I’m so damn grateful. My clit is swollen and so wet, and as he fills me, I finger myself. The growing pleasure sparks through me, making my muscles contract around him, my body tighten. Making everything wilder and deeper and hotter and sweeter.