Page 136 of Off-Limits
Shifting my weight off her, I find the ankle restraints and attach them. After I’m satisfied, and she is comfortable but can’t move, I find the hidden compartment within the loveseat and pull out a couple of things that I want.
“Ever seen one of these, Blossom?” I ask, holding up the device.
Her cheeks pinken, and she draws her lip into her mouth with a nod.
“Words, Dorothy, I need your words.”
“It’s a −a pussy pump,” she says, breathlessly.
“Have you ever used one on yourself?”
“No, but I’ve wanted to.”
“And these?” I say, bringing up the weighted nipple clamps we haven’t used yet.
“I haven’t tried those either.”
“Well, we are going to tonight. Now tell me, baby, what’s your safe word?”
“Tin Man.”
“Good girl,” I growl, leaning forward to claim her mouth before pulling away reluctantly.
My body is vibrating with need and want, and I’m finding it difficult to stay the course, but I focus on my girl and what I want to achieve here with her. She’s been mine for a long time now, but she’s about to become my forever after, and that means more than she will ever know.
Instructing her to jut her hips up, I shimmy the dress down and throw it beside us, leaning back to admire the exquisite beauty she truly is. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I ask myself while my cock throbs hard, angry and heavily between my legs. I want inside of her so bad, but I won’t rush tonight, not when she has given me everything I’ve wanted and more by agreeing to be my wife.
With my eyes on hers, I palm my cock and stroke it up and down slowly, her eyes moving to the lewd action as I hiss when I get to the pierced head, causing her to whimper and squirm in the loveseat. I need to see her come again before I even think of my pleasure, so I squeeze my cock once and release it.
It throbs hot and furiously between my legs, but I ignore it as much as I can and I lean down and draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling them, alternating between the pair before applying a clamp, careful not to catch it on her piercing.
She hisses with the first clamp, but it turns into a breathy moan as I adjust the tightness. Repeating the action, I apply the other a little looser, so it doesn’t rip her piercing out if I pull on it, adjusting it like the first one before sitting back and admiring my handiwork.
“How does it feel?”
She takes a moment to consider my question before answering.
“They feel hot and mildly painful, but not overwhelming.” She hesitates. “And it’s making my pussy throb,” she finishes on a harsh whisper.
Fucking hell, she is going to kill me.
Instead of voicing that thought, I give her a nod and grab the pussy pump. Spreading her legs wide, I run my finger down the centre before dipping inside her tight, saturated cunt.
Groaning, I thrust a few times before removing my finger, because I know I won’t be able to stop myself if she starts grinding her hips into my hand moaning. Grabbing the water-based lube, I prepare the area where the cup will sit and then place it over her vulva region.
My breaths are shallow and hurried, the need to have her almost overpowering with how flushed and wet she is.Glancing up from between her thighs, I find her breaths coming in much like mine.
“Ready?”
She nods.
“Words.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to start off slowly. You will feel a little pressure, but if at any time it feels uncomfortable or painful, you must use your safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
