Page 64 of Renascence
My dick jumps. I like that she likes them. In fact, I love it. Her tits looked amazing with those clamps hanging off her nipples. She may not know it, but Emily likes her sex with a bit of pain, and I’m the man to give it to her.
Next, she sets the blindfold alongside the clamps. My mind starts going crazy with the possibilities of what I can do with those two items. Then she grabs the restraints. It’s on.
“I think that’s it for tonight,” she says.
“Okay.”
I put away the box, reaching behind me and pulling off my T-shirt as I approach Emily once more. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slowly take her in from head to toe. She looks away, still uncomfortable with my appreciation of her body.
“Lose the panties, Emily.”
I was planning to rip them off, but I definitely want her to wear this again. With shaking hands, she pushes her underwear down, revealing her marvelous pussy. When I don’t move, she attempts to cover herself. One look of warning and her arms drop to her sides. I walk to the end of the bed, flipping the hidden lid on the custom footboard. She watches, eyes widening in increments as I pull out the metal bars, snapping them into place.
“That’s… creative.”
“I’m a resourceful man.”
“I’ll say.”
With everything in place, I turn to her. “Come here.”
At the change in the tone of my voice, she snaps to attention, hurrying over. I attach the restraints to the chains on the side bars before securing her hands and adjusting the length of the chains.
“Okay?”
She nods. I reach for the nipple clamps and blindfold, pushing the lace aside to uncover her breasts. I lick each nipple, bringing them to stiff peaks before attaching the clamps. She hisses but her head falls back, teeth sinking into her bottom lip with a moan.
“Emily.” Her eyes meet mine. “You understand that if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so, right?” She nods again. “Words, Emily.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good.”
I cover her eyes, then stand back so I can appreciate my handiwork. The sight of her practically has my dick forcing my zipper down. Fuck. I kick off my jeans, then stand as close to her as I can without touching her. She gasps, tipping her face up. I trail my fingertips up her sides, watching a shiver work its way through her body.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now… how many nasty things I want to do to you.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I think I need to add a playroom to the house. I’m craving a three-sixty degree view of Emily right now. As sexy as the lingerie is, I need her naked. I don’t think she’ll be wearing this thing again after all. I press my lips to hers, distracting her as I curl my fingers into the neckline and giving it a yank. It rips down the middle, drawing a startled gasp from her. I work on the straps next, the flimsy material falling to the floor. My fingertips ghost over her breasts, then up her stomach, her body trembling before me. Gripping her hips, I pull her forward so my hard dick presses into her stomach.
“Venom, please….”
I gently tug on the clamp chain, leaning forward to suck on the fleshy tops of her breasts. Her hips press into mine while she moans. With a grin, I admire the marks I left before moving down to my knees, dropping gentle kisses on her stomach.
“Spread your legs.” I watch them open, licking my lips at the evidence of her arousal on her inner thighs. “You’re fucking dripping for me, Emily.”
She whimpers, the chains rattling as she pulls on them. I slide two fingers between her lips, sucking her juices from them. I can’t remember the last time a woman’s taste made me want to eat her pussy every fucking night, but Emily? Shit. She makes my mouth water. I lean in, letting my warm breath caress her pussy. Her hips go wild, begging me to move things along. Instead of giving her my tongue, I kiss her thighs.
“Jesus, Venom. You’re killing me.”
Her thighs quiver under my tongue as I lick at the juices trickling down. I drop soft kisses on her hips, her mound, everywhere except where I really want to, where she’s dying for me to. I slip a finger inside her, watching her face as I glide it in and out. She clenches around it, but there are no signs of pain. She groans in frustration when I stop. I grab a condom from the nightstand, smiling at her restlessness. She can’t keep still, head moving around to try and pinpoint my location. I kick off my boxers, roll the condom on, and stand before Emily once more.
“Venom?”
“I’m here.”
“Maybe this blindfold wasn’t such a good idea. I want to see you.”
