Page 67 of Seven Nights

“Mmm…” He smiles up at me then reaches for the cuffs. “I'm certain you're not going to be able to keep your legs open on your own.”

“No,” I confess. “I want you too much.”

He straps one cuff around my ankle, hooks it to one end of the spreader. The other cuff follows, my stance forced about two feet apart. The new position ensures my arms are stretched high above my head.

“Oh, love, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Already trembling, parts of me jerk.

Griffin disappears into our closet and brings out a rolling cabinet on wheels. A combination lock keeps the doors secured against all eyes but our own. He spins the dial, opens the doors then pulls out trays, the instruments of my surrender neatly lined up.

Lube.

Nipple clamps.

A metal clip to pinch at my clit.

Anal plug.

A dildo almost as big as his thick cock.

Griffin plucks the metal clip from the table and slides it between my labia, teasing me with fleeting licks as he secures it around the clit. Then he kneels on the bed behind me. More of my muscles jerk and twitch as he uncaps the lube. His slick finger begins to gently probe at my anus. His other hand reaches around front to knead and tap at my mound, the metal clip in place already working to magnify my sensitivity.

“Yes,” I gasp. I will not last long with the things Griffin is doing to me, but I must last as long as he wills it. Tonight, my orgasm is entirely his to command.

“I’m going to tongue that hot little pussy once I have the plug buried in your ass.”

The sensual promise of his voice washes over my skin, plucking at my nipples and sending flesh bumps racing along my shoulders.

The fingers up front slide down the seam of my cunt. “So wet already, love. I won't make you wait too long the first time.”

I nod, relieved. The sensation is short lived, retreating as I feel the narrow head of the small plug press against my anus. Forcing myself to relax, I accept it into my body with a light groan.

My labia contract, the metal clip shifting against Griffin’s fingers. I cry out in pleasure. I pant through a few breaths, fighting to bring my body under something resembling control.

Control won’t be easy. Now that he has the plug in me, Griffin has no intention of easing his sensual torment of my body.

He will only escalate!

Moving in front of me, he drops to his knees once more, the position one of worship even though he is in command. He rubs the back of his knuckles up the inside of my thighs.

“Such powerful muscles, but they tremble like a newborn colt trying to stand.”

This isn’t an admonishment, but an observation on how deeply he affects me. Relaxing my neck, I gaze down on my husband as his mouth drifts closer to my mound. One hand slides over the top of my thigh and around my hip to grip the flexing butt cheek. The other traces the line of my cunt, smooths over my perineum and seizes the base of the plug.

His tongue pushes past his lips, just the tip teasing the end of the metal clip. He tugs at the base of the plug. White heat blazes through my body.

Griffin whispers a command against my throbbing clit.

“Let me hear how sensitive you are.”

He gives a little tug at both points, his teeth gently pulling the metal clip less than a centimeter as his fingers pluck at the object in my ass. I cry out, the sound sharp and high before it plummets to a visceral groan of need.

Taking upward licks against the metal clip and the delicate flesh it cages, Griffin fucks my ass more vigorously. The plug pumps in and out, leaving me entirely before its smooth, cone-shaped tip forces me open again. Moans punctuate the squirming of my torso and ass. I pump back, my mound yearning toward his slick tongue and firm lips.

His other hand abandons its hold on my hips. Fingers invade my pussy, plunging upward three thick. A speed demon of desire, he does everything faster and harder.

And then he stops.

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