Page 28 of Throwing Fire

I dump the towels on her ass, just to hear her squeak. Fish the lube out of my bag and toss it on top of the towels. Then I grab her ankle and drag her to the edge of the bed. She wants to play; play starts with me asserting my dominance.

I snap the biggest towel out flat, give her a smack on the ass and let her scramble onto the towel. She stretches out, on her back this time. She’s lost most of her shyness with me, but she still almost always covers her back or turns it away from me. She thinks her scar makes her ugly. What she’ll never understand is that, to me, the scar’s just part of her. Like the spattering of freckles across her shoulders, the three dark moles that make a little constellation under her right breast, or the plum-colored birthmark high on her left ass-cheek. They’re all just road-signs on the map of her body. Places to visit, to stroke and kiss and lick and suck, as we navigate towards our ultimate destination.

I put a knee on the bed. Flip her over and bite her ass, gently at first, then hard enough to make her squeak. “Your ass, kitten.”

She twists to look over her shoulder. “What’s wrong with my ass?”

Marked with fading purple from the caning and fresh pink from my teeth, nothing could be more beautiful. I smooth my palms over her cheeks. Enjoy the satin of her skin. “I dream about your ass.”

She giggles. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I put my knee between hers and lie down on her, covering her body. She wriggles under me with delight. “You dream about anythin’ of mine?”

She reaches back, gropes until she finds my neck, and pulls my head down. I kiss her soft nape. Lick and suck while I listen to her breathing accelerate. Prop myself on one elbow and trace the delicate line of her vertebra with my fingertips. Tug the baby hairs trailing down her neck, covering an old, thin scar. “No? Nothin’ of mine you dream about? I’m wounded, kitten.”

She wriggles. “I dream about everything of yours. Especially this. Will you hold me down, you know, while we do it?”

“You wanna be restrained?”

“Yes,” she says breathily.

Yeah, I like that idea, too. I reach over, tug one of my bags open and fish out a set of magnecuffs. They can be locked to any surface, which is convenient given that this bed doesn’t have any poles or rungs. I push the lock plate against the gargantuan headboard. Hold it until it adheres. Then I tap Kez’s arm and when she holds her wrists out, lock the cuffs on her. I made the cuffs; I padded them with kemwar fur so they don’t cut into the soft skin of her wrists. No matter how much she thrashes.

“Turn a little for me, kitten.” I lift off her so she can shift until the cuffs come within range of the lock plate. I’ve set the cuffs so they have a half-meter range. That makes the end of the bed a safe zone if Kez needs it at any point in our play. Not that she has so far, but it’s there if things get too intense for her.

Kez jerks as her wrists come in range of the lock plate. Stretches so her arms are above her head. “Please, lie back down on me,” she pleads. “Please, Hale.”

I love it when she begs. “Why? You want somethin’?”

“In the ass. All the way. You promised.”

I did promise, but that was several days ago. Then her friend Crank showed up with the news about the tag. After that, it was all work and no play while we pulled strings to find out where the hit was coming from. Our original plans for that night, the culmination of a week of working up to full anal sex, got scuppered. “That was a plan, not a promise.”

She glares at me over her shoulder. “Hale!”

“See, kitten,” I lean over her and chuckle into her shoulder. “Thing is, once you’re restrained—” I emphasize the word by caressing her forearms just below the manacles. “If you don’t like how I’m doin’ things, you’re just fuck outta luck.”

She arches so she can rub up against me. Mmm, that ass. “I’ll likewhatever you do. But I’d really, really like it if you’d do what youpromised.”

Tenacious kitten. I lift enough to tickle her until she giggles and thrashes. “Other problem, once you’re restrained, I can tickle you to death.”

“I’d rather you fuck me to death!” she pants.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” I ask, leaning in to blow a raspberry on the underside of her arm, where I know she’s ticklish. She squeals.

I tickle her for a little longer, enjoying her giggles, and the way she thrashes under me. It’s sexy, her thrashing. All hard breathing, tangled limbs and sweat-dampened skin. Rubbing against her gets me hard. Not that it takes much once Kez is naked or bound.

I slide back between her legs, work my fingers down her side. Turn the tickle into a caress. Kez responds immediately, her giggle shifting to a moan. She arches to me, lifting her ass. I shape it with my hands. Rub my thumbs over that fine, pink-hued skin. I love the way she flushes when I touch her. I bet I know somewhere else she’s flushed. I slide my hand under her, lift her ass until I can see what’s between her thighs. Her delicate labia are beautifully flushed, flared and glistening. I rub my fingers up and down those soft folds. Give her a final tickle before sliding my middle finger into her. She’s already wet. Instead of giggling, she writhes. She doesn’t need a ton of foreplay, my kitten. She’s the only woman I’ve been with who can get off just from penetration. But I enjoy the foreplay, and tonight, with all the stresses on her, and her insistence on anal sex, a little foreplay can only be a good thing.

I tease her with my finger, curling it inside her, twisting my hand to stimulate her g-spot. I slide my other hand under her, to help support her hips, but also so I can cup her belly. Cradling her like this, knowing she’s completely helpless under my hands, wholly dependent on me for satisfaction, is such a turn-on. My balls are already clenching, and I’m not even inside her yet.

Kez is whimpering sweetly. Her long legs flex, bruised toes curling. The only down-side of this position, other than I can’t suck her breasts, which I promise myself I’ll do later, is that she won’t be able to wrap her legs around me and dig those little toes into the backs of my thighs while I’m inside her. One of my favorite things. Although, to be fair, I have a lot of favorite things when it comes to sex with Kez.

I lean over her so I can kiss her shoulders and neck. Lick her sweet, salty skin. When she lifts her head, twisting her neck, I give her the kiss she’s angling for. The kiss starts light, but deepens. The more I kiss her, the more I want to. She finally breaks the kiss, which is unusual, and I realize when she rolls her neck, that the position is uncomfortable for her.

“Turn over, kitten.”

“I thought we were going to do it this way,” she pouts.

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