Pulling back, I admonish her, “Stop. Or this will be over far quicker than either of us wants.”
“You’re irresistible.”
“Am I, now?”
She nods, looking impertinent.
“Well, don’t distract me, or I’ll gag you.”
“I like distracting you.”
“Or spank you,” I warn. She grins. “Behave,” I scold her, and stand back and beat the cuffs across my palm.
It could so easily be your ass, Ana.
She looks modestly down at her knees. “That’s better.” I try again, and this time succeed in putting them on. I ignore her running her nose over my shoulder, but I thank God for our shower in the early hours of the morning.
The cuffs on, her back arches a little. Her breasts now prominent and begging to be touched. “Feel okay?” I ask as I admire her.
She nods.
“Good.” From my back pocket I take the mask. “I think you’ve seen enough now.” I slide it over her head and over her eyes.
Her breathing accelerates.
And I step back and drink her in.
She looks smoking hot.
Back at the drawers, I gather the items I need and slip off my T-shirt. I keep my jeans on, even though they are a little uncomfortable, because I don’t want her distracted by my impatient dick.
In front of her once more, I open the small glass bottle that contains my favorite massage oil and wave it under her nose. Infused with cedarwood, argan, and sage, it’s body-safe, and its fragrance reminds me of a crisp, fall day after the rain.
“I don’t want to ruin my favorite tie,” I mutter, as I undo it and pull it gently off Ana’s body. She squirms as the material floats up her body, teasing her.
I fold my tie and place it beside her. Her anticipation is almost palpable. Her body is humming with impatience. It’s arousing.
I pour a little oil on my hands and rub them together, warming the oil. She’s listening to what I’m doing. I love heightening her senses. Gently, I caress her cheek with my knuckles and run them down her jaw.
She startles when I touch her, but she leans into my hand. I start massaging the oil into her skin—her throat, her clavicle, and along her shoulders. I knead the muscles beneath and let my hands glide in small circles across her chest, avoiding her breasts. She bows backward, pressing them toward me.
Oh no, Ana. Not yet.
I move my fingers down her sides, rubbing in the oil in slow, measured strokes in time to the music. She groans and I don’t know if it’s from pleasure or frustration. Maybe a little of both.
“You are so beautiful, Ana,” I whisper, my lips close to her ear. I run them along her jaw as my hands work their magic. I move them beneath her breasts, over her belly, down to my goal. I kiss her quickly and inhale her scent, now mixed with the oil, down her neck and throat.
“And soon you’ll be my wife, to have and to hold.”
She inhales sharply.
“To love and to cherish.” My hands continue. “With my body, I will worship you.”
She throws her head back and moans as my fingers run through her pubic hair to her clitoris. Slowly I palm her, teasing her and spreading oil over her where she’s wet already.
It’s intoxicating.
I lean over to pick up a bullet vibrator. “Mrs. Grey.”
She moans.
“Yes,” I whisper, continuing my ministrations with my hand. “Open your mouth.” She’s already panting, but she opens her mouth farther and I slip the small vibrator inside. It’s attached to a chain and can be worn as jewelry if so required. “Suck. I’m going to put this inside you.”
She stills.
“Suck,” I repeat, and remove my hands from her body.
She flexes her knees and makes a frustrated grunt. Smiling, I pour more oil onto my palms and finally cup her breasts. “Don’t stop,” I warn, as I gently roll her stiffening nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. They harden and lengthen some more under my touch. “You have such beautiful breasts, Ana.”
She moans, and I gather one of the nipple clamps in one hand. Trailing my lips from her throat toward her breast, I stop and carefully attach a clamp.
Her garbled groan is my reward as I bring her trapped nipple to full attention with my lips. She writhes under my touch, shifting from side to side, and I clamp the remaining nipple. Ana’s groan is just as loud this time. “Feel it,” I insist, and I lean back to take in the beautiful sight.
“Give me this.” I remove the vibrator from her mouth and my hand skims down her back toward her backside and between her buttocks. She tenses and rises up on her knees. “Hush, easy,” I reassure her and kiss her neck as my fingers continue to stroke between the fine, fine cheeks of her ass.
I glide my other hand down the front of her body and start palming her clitoris once more, then ease my fingers into her. “I’m going to put this inside you,” I murmur. “Not here.” And my fingers circle her anus, spreading the oil. “But here.” And I move the fingers of my other hand slowly into and out of her vagina.
“Ah!” she responds.
“Hush now.” I stand and slide the vibrator inside her. Capturing her face with my hands, I kiss her, then click the small remote.
When the vibrator starts, she gasps and jolts up on her knees. “Ah!”
“Easy,” I whisper against her lips, stifling her gasp. I tug gently on each of the clamps in turn.
She cries out. “Christian, please!”
“Hush, baby. Hang in there.”
You can do this, Ana.
She’s panting now and dealing with all the stimulation. I’m sure it’s intense. “Good girl.” I soothe her.
“Christian,” she says, and she sounds a little frantic.
“Hush, feel it, Ana. Don’t be afraid.” I place my hands on her waist, holding her. I’m right here, baby. I’ve got this. You’ve got this.
I dip my little finger into the open pot of lube and slowly I move my hands down her back to her ass, watching her reaction; checking that she’s okay. I massage her skin and knead her ass, her stunning ass, and I slip one hand between her buttocks.
“So beautiful.” Gently, I push my finger inside her ass so that I feel the vibrator buzzing through her body. She tenses and I move my finger slowly, easing in and out while my teeth graze her chin. “So beautiful, Ana.”
She gasps, then groans and kneels up a little higher, and I know she’s close. Her lips start to move, but whatever she’s saying, it’s soundless. Suddenly she screams as her orgasm strikes. With my free hand I release first one, then the other nipple clamp, and she cries out.
I hold her close as her body pulses through her climax, still easing my finger in and out of her.
“No,” she shouts, and I know she’s had enough.
I remove my finger and the vibrator while keeping her in my arms. She sags against me, but her body is still convulsing. Deftly I unstrap the cuffs on one arm and she falls forward against me. Her head rolling on my shoulder as her intense climax begins to subside.
Her legs must be aching. She groans as I lift her and carry her to the bed, where I lay her faceup on the satin sheets. Using the remote, I switch off the music, then remove my jeans, freeing my raging erection. I start to rub the back of her legs, her knees, her calves, and then her shoulders, and I remove the cuffs. Lying down beside her, I peel off her mask and find her eyes are scrunched closed. With tenderness I untie her braid, freeing her hair. Leaning forward, I kiss her on the lips. “So beautiful,” I say.