Page 74 of Midnight Danger

This bed had been made to my specifications. The two side beams and the beam at the bottom between the posts all contained the major items of a BDSM room. The bottom became a St. Andrew’s cross, one side contained a swing, and the other side an elaborate strapping that held the person fully immobile either horizontally or flipped vertically. It had been a design I’d patented last year for an all-in-one pleasure room.

I tugged one of the silk curtain fastenings off to tie around Casandra’s eyes. She rose slowly at the silent command of my fingers on her skin. Her hands slipped into the leather cuffs that secured her wrists, the strapping wrapping around her ass, before her ankles were held in the last set of cuffs.

“Zee?” Her voice held a hint of fear. This swing allowed me to control every part of her body separately as each piece of leather had its own mechanism.

I tilted her body back and widened her legs. Cassandra struggled with her lack of control in this swing, the straps taking all her weight to leave her moving in mid-air. I knew from experience that it took a moment or two to orientate yourself in such a contraption. The drawer at the bottom of the bed was filled with all my favourite implements that I couldn’t wait to introduce Cassandra to.

Selecting some toys, I turned and wandered back to my mischievous wife. She gasped as I trailed the feather over her sensitive flesh, her back arching up which resulted in her trying to stabilise herself again.

The delicate fibres of the feather caressed the areas that I knew made Cassandra mewl. I attached the vibrating clamps to her nipple and clit before turning them on. Her mouth opened wide and her fingers stretched. Each pulsation cycle only lasted fifteen seconds, enough to stimulate her but not enough to allow her to climax. I continued to move the feather over her skin, stopping at her breasts when the vibrations ceased.

“What the hell are you doing?” Cassandra panted.

Grabbing the restraints at her hips, I then leaned over her. “Tormenting you, my little minx. I told you to stop, but you kept sucking.”

The vibrations started again, and her body jerked. “Fuck, Zee. I can’t do this anymore.”

“You can and you will, baby. You have no idea what you look like bound and presented to me.” My lips met hers and she hungrily kissed me, her tongue warring with mine even when the clamps activated again.

She hissed when they stopped before she got her climax. “I hate you right now.”

Laughing, I began to kiss down her body, stopping every so often to continue to torment her. Every time the vibrations started, her body fell open and she started to pant. By the time I reached between her legs, she was soaking wet. I rubbed her g-spot next time the buzzing sounded and stopped when it did.

“Fuck it, Zee. I need you inside me right now!”

Rotating my finger, I watched her desperately try to get pressure where she needed it. “Say please.”

Her pout was adorable, her scowl that followed making me laugh. The next time the vibrations stopped, I took the clamp off her clit and devoured her with my mouth and tongue while kneeling before her. Cassandra screamed her climax, her body rigid before slumping in languid satisfaction.

“You win.” She sighed.

I removed her eye covering and leaned over her, smiling.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Cassandra commented dryly.

“I won,” I replied. “I’m always pleased when I win in the battle of pleasure.”

“Yeah, but I got the orgasm.” She bounced her eyebrows at me, biting her lip.

My dick was fully erect and ready to go. “Hmmm.” I released her nipples from their bondage, and she moaned. “Let’s see if we can manage another.” I speared deep inside her, holding her hips.

Our eyes locked as I used the momentum of the swing to plunge fully and drag her off my dick. It allowed me to thrust deeply without any effort.

“I always wanted a swing as a child,” Cassandra muttered. “The reality is different to the fantasy. I imagined swinging up into the sky, not being impaled on my husband’s cock.”

“Weirdo.”

“Only for you, Zee.”

“Never stop, baby.”

Cassandra let her head drop back and fully embraced the freedom of the swing, her limbs relaxing into it. I angled my hips up to find that place that made her toes curl.

“Harder, Zee,” she moaned.

Lightning flashed down my spine in pleasure, my balls tightened, and I thickened as she screamed her next orgasm. Her core pulsed around me as I spilled my orgasm deep into her.

Even when we collapsed together on the bed, breathing heavily after a mind-numbing orgasm, she wrapped herself around me.

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