“Mm, I bet you wish I was as limber as Emma right now,” she panted. Emma was crazy flexible and a joy to watch. “Then I could do a back bend on your mouth.”
“No,” Michael growled. “This is perfect. Give me more.”
She rocked up again, and on the way down, his tongue dipped into her core, penetrating her. She ground against his lips. “Fuuuck,” she cried as she arched back, grabbing her own breasts, teasing the nipples, lifting herself up and down so she could feel his tongue slid in and out of her.
Her grand plan about stringing out their playtime as long as possible wasn’t going to work at this pace. She wanted to get to the fucking part right now. The entire setup, from the champagne to the honey, had made her too stimulated. And now Michael’s tongue was making her ready to burst.
“Okay.” She forced herself to stop and whimpered at the loss of contact. “I’m clearly not a very good Dom. I have little patience for the art of a good fuck. We’ve been at it for two minutes and I can’t even remember my own name.”
Michael interrupted her as he lifted his head and went back to work on her clit.
“Good lords,” she cried as she brought her hips back down and pressed herself against his willing mouth. “How can you have such a talented tongue?” She tossed her head back and rocked some more, losing herself in a rhythm once again.
Once she got precariously close to coming, she stopped.
She had to. The other piece to this was the pinnacle. She couldn’t forget what she’d brought him here for.
She braced herself and stood up. “You’re such a naughty boy, Mikey. You’re making me forget why we’re here.”
Her feet were on either side of his head. He grinned up at her like a cat with cream—or a bear with honey. “What else have you got for me? My dick is aching to fuck you.”
Piper carefully stepped off the bed, turning a sly look on her husband. “You’re just going to have to see for yourself.” She sauntered into the bathroom, knowing his gaze was locked on her bare ass. She opened the bathroom door and reached in to get the contraption. She couldn’t help but giggle. She had to use two hands to hold on to all the parts. She had no idea how she was going to get it on, but she knew it was going to be sexy once she did.
She turned and walked back into the bedroom, holding it out in front of her for her husband to see.
“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.
“If you think it’s a double strap-on with a vibrator attachment, then yes,” she said as she climbed onto the bed next to him. “I just have to figure out how we’re going to use it.”
“Damn, now I wish I could use my hands.” He pulled at his restraints. “I want to slide it into your pussy myself.”
She wagged a finger at him. “There will be none of that. Just like the honey, you’re going to watch me do it all. Then I’m going to suck you off and fuck you with it.” She shook the harness. “I watched some pretty hot videos today, and there’s an art to this. I just hope I’m patient enough, because I wasn’t a few minutes ago.”
Michael struggled a little more. “It’s weird to be tied up. I like it and I don’t. But if you don’t bring those breasts back over here for me to lick, I might go out of my mind.”
Piper chuckled as she set the contraption down and climbed back on top of him, straddling his waist. She leaned down and kissed him, entwining her tongue with his. Then she whispered next to his ear, “You don’t get to give the orders. Remember that. You just lie back and enjoy the ride.”
“You are going to get payback for this,” he growled.
“I should certainly hope so.”
* * *
Watching his wife in control was incredibly hot. Adding the honey, especially when she put it on her clit, had taken his already skyrocketing libido and turned it to churning, hot lava. He didn’t even care what she was planning to do with that strap-on. He was going to come hard, and his cock jumped in anticipation.
His eyes were riveted to Piper as she repositioned herself on top of him.
He struggled with the handcuffs, but only because it was instinctual to pull back on them. He stilled as he watched her take out the honey again, this time putting a bead on each of her nipples.
“Now don’t think this is because you just asked,” she warned. “This is what I want.”
“I don’t give a fuck who wants it, just put one in my mouth.”
She hovered her chest over his lips. He nipped at her, and she bounced the luscious peaks just out of his reach. Then she did it again. “I can’t lie.” She chuckled. “I’m kind of loving this torture. Seeing you all hot and frustrated has done wonders for me in the best of ways.”
“Bring it here,” he murmured, his voice low. She finally complied, and his lips locked around one nipple. Her taste, coupled with the honey, had him bucking hard against her ass. Piper took pity on him and lowered it farther so he could take as much as he could into his mouth. After a few moments, she switched breasts, and the fresh taste of honey hit his tongue. He cried out, frantically lapping for more, wanting to suck it clean. Piper sat up much too soon.
“No,” he groaned. “Please, I need more.”
“Not a chance, buddy. I’m the one who needs more. I’m crawling out of my skin here.” She shimmied down his waist, angling herself up over his erection. All he wanted to do was impale her. He bucked upward, yanking on his restraints. But she was out of his reach.
She grasped the strap-on. “I better get the lube first.” She reached over his chest, rubbing her tits deliciously against his abs, but staying clear of his mouth. She opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, clear bottle. “Picked this up today.” She wiggled it in front of him and smiled. “I figured you’re going to need it if I’m going to get this thing in your ass.”
He groaned as he watched her reposition herself between his legs, shifting his thighs apart with her knees.
“But first I’ll insert this here,” she said, teasing one end of the dildo against her clit, “and go from there.” She gave him a searing gaze as she eased it into her opening. “Ahh, it’s so nice and big,” she purred, pumping her hips. “It feels so good, and I don’t need any lube because I’m so wet.”
He gaped.
It was fucking incredible.
As it slid home, she began to fuck herself with it, drawing it in and out slowly, her head dropping back, her tits heaving.
His cock was pulsing hard.
“You’re going to make me come just from watching that,” he told her, gritting his teeth and fighting the restraints. “My dick can’t take it.”
Piper drew her head up slowly. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. Those are my mini-Dom rules, so deal with it.”
He chuckled, licking his lips. “Yeah, when pigs fly. My cock is so hard, the moment you touch me, my come is going to jet out all over this bed and I can’t wait.” To demonstrate, he arched up, aiming for her leg, but only hitting air. “Do you see how hard I am? Watching you fuck yourself with that thing is going to take me right over the edge. This entire experience—the outfit, the taste of honey in my mouth, that strap-on—it’s all a beautiful thing, but you’re treading on thin ice. One more sexy move, and it’s all over.”
Piper shook her head. “That’s not going to happen. You’re going to hold off until I say you can come. Agree to my rules right now, or I stop and pack up this dog and pony show and we go home.” She settled a hand on one hip, daring him to disagree, as she used the other to further torment him by easing the rubber cock slowly in and out of her pussy.