"Pierre, now damn it please!" Shari apparently was finished with the games and wanted her husband right now.
Pierre shook his head and thought that even at his mercy his wife tried to take the upper hand. She was a brat. She tried to top from the bottom and he wasn't able to accept that. Pierre let his hands fall away, and walked to face her. He let the disappointment show on his face and her expression showed that Shari could see how badly she had messed up. But it was too late.
"You have earned yet another punishment Shari. I don't understand why you persist in bad behavior, but tonight will cure you of some of that willfulness that you harbor. Follow me." Pierre walked to the kitchen and pulled open a drawer. He only let her see his hand clench around something, but he didn’t allow Shari to see what he retrieved. Then he opened the freezer and popped a handful of ice cubes in a snifter glass. He let her assume he was making a drink, but he walked out without pouring any beverage inside the cup.
Shari followed Pierre out and walked the corridor to the bedroom. Her head was lowered, and he knew her mind raced as she imagined what he had up his sleeve. Pierre paid her no attention, as he merely sucked on an ice cube held between two fingers. She knew better than to speak anymore, but Pierre wanted to make sure the lesson hit home. Long moments later, Pierre sucked the cube to half its original size. When he looked at Shari, he was calm enough that the heat he felt had banked to a smolder of embers.
"Venir ici et de s'agenouiller sur le lit." Pierre wanted her to come and kneel on the bed. When she complied, Shari faced him. "Pas face a mur." He chose to have her to face away from him so he could trick her senses until he became her due north and nothing else mattered.
First, Pierre wrapped his arms around her and cupped a breast in each hand. His fingers were frozen from the ice he handled earlier and her nipples tightened painfully between his digits. "Ahhh!" Shari was inundated with his skillful hands as they pinched her into tight angry pebbles surrounded by tortured areola. She groaned continuously, and every breath she took only sustained her sounds of pleasure. He unfastened the beads keeping the nipple chains taut to begin her recently earned punishment.
When her eyes closed Pierre snapped into action. He took the clothes pins he secreted from the kitchen and pinched the wood wide open, let them quickly clamp onto her erect flesh. He felt her back bow steeply into his chest and heard a needy wail leave her lips. The sound was so hoarse, a perfect picture of sexual agony, that Pierre’s skin pebbled into a map of goose bumps. One arm still supported the stunned woman, with the other he reached for the snifter of ice. He popped one cube in his mouth, and let his supporting hand delve below. His icy fingers traveled the length of her chest and belly to rest over her mound.
Shari sagged, unable hold herself upright, and Pierre knew her muscles no longer worked in concert to support her. He used two deft fingers to toggle her clit into a diamond hard gem. She panted and huffed, but he wanted more, he needed her very skin to be a slave to sensation. Pierre gave her one finger pressed against her entrance to circle around her well mouth. The single finger dipped inside and he hooked the digit before he tugged forward. It was the perfect storm of pleasure as Shari couldn't hold her need back. She wailed as the pleasure of his stimulation on spongy g-spot brought her low and her body curled limply forward.
"Vous n'êtes pas autorisé à venir encore." Pierre meant every word, she was not allowed to come yet. She hadn't earned that privilege and he still meant to punish her for being naughty.
He took a sweated smooth ice cube from the glass and rubbed it over her skin as he took a southern path with his caresses. When he reached her sex lips, he pushed the frozen ice inside her and forced it as far as his fingers would allow before he added more. "Ne laissez pas échapper ces." He told her to keep the cube inside her as they were an integral part of her punishment. Pierre continued adding several more cubes to her pussy until she was filled with them and couldn’t take another.
Pierre unhooked her arms from the constrainment bustier and rubbed them from the shoulder to the wrist. To undo the garment took but a moment more and the removal facilitated by the buckles up her sides. He laid his wife on her back and tested the security of the cubes imprisoned inside her clenching sex.
"Sharisse, what’s your safe word?"
"Ahhh… Pierre I can't think when you..." Pierre wanted the answer and he used the flat of his hand, smacking her drenched vulva. "Ohhhh... Pierre, its polyester."
"Do you need use of it now?" He needed to know how far she was willing to go with him.
Shari’s response was immediate, "Non! Please Pierre, don't stop."
He had no intentions of doing so. In fact there were quite a few things he longed to try. But he would save them for later. Now, he wanted a drink and found his throat to be parched. Pierre bowed between his wife’s prone thighs and his fingers spread her wide open. Her sex dribbled cool water and Pierre lowered his mouth as if drinking from a fountain. His tongue speared her sex, delved deep for the melted ice flavored with his wife’s sexual spice.
Pierre watched Shari melt into a puddle of satisfaction and he felt each stroke of his tongue excite her to buck and undulate wildly for more. Then when her juices bubbled over he speared her with crooked fingers used to funnel her froth into his waiting mouth. After he drank every drop of ice and leaky sex soup, Pierre gave her permission to come. "Venir por moi, Sharisse."
As he thirstily lapped over her Pierre skimmed his hands up her body and used both palms to gingerly weigh then cup over her breasts. He pinched the clothes pins and freed her tortured nipples from bondage. He assumed the pins and needles from the return of blood to previously captured nubbins were the cause of Shari’s gasps, but she would soon feel the burn of pleasure blunt her discomfort.
Pierre listened to Shari scream, as he watched her vain struggle to retain a semblance of sanity. Or a shred of self, maybe even salvage her dignity. He wanted her to burn and feed the flames of their bonfire on the altar of passion. He knew she was close, he'd bet money she would sleep like a child tonight with no other attentions needed. He used his now hydrated mouth to taste the sweaty skin in straight path. His destination was to soothe the flesh he just insulted with the pressurized clamp. Pierre opened his mouth wide as he engulfed a mouthful and sucked the beaded skin around the throbbing nipple.
Pierre watched Shari pant as he milked her with his mouth, tongue curled about the abused nub. His bride squirmed with her hips and he knew she sought out his mâle. His cock. When he corrected her with a quick smack to her hip, Shari stilled and no longer beseeched him.
"That’s a good kitten." Pierre was on the edge of madness, at this moment his needs were too much to deny any further.
Pierre fitted himself tightly against the soft mound of his wife and easily found her opening before he pressed forward. Shari cried out his name as he bit his lip to keep from doing the same. The needs burning within him were painfully exquisite and so close to being satisfied. Unable to hold himself back, Pierre gave her every inch he had, until he bottomed out and the hair at his groin teased the slick flesh at the base of her pussy.
"Chaton, you feel so magnificent." Pierre meant it. She was heaven inside and filled with hot, wet clenched folds that left him bereft of control.
When his hands dug into Shari’s hips, Pierre knew he was too rough. But he couldn't bring himself to let her go and continued to angrily spear her with his length. He was too far gone to give mercy and he was sure Shari was too far gone to need it. Their sexes slurped as the wedded couple mated, the sounds of lovemaking wet and juicy. Pierre looked Shari in the eye as there was nothing else worth seeing but her. When he wrapped his arms around her he kissed the bruised lips pouted in his direction.
His Shari was in ecstasy and overwhelmed from all he had done with her. He knew she was a slave to his will, if only for the moment and somehow the knowledge gratified him. Her body had begun to sate the no longer secret fantasies he’d had starring her for months. Pier
re used every inch of his body with intent, fused them as one from lips to ankle. He wish boned his kitten's thighs further apart, as if he could be reborn if he gained further purchase inside her.
"Ahhh...“ The only sound she could make successfully and the only thing he needed to hear.
“Sharisse, come for me again, I want to see and feel you spill over me in a bath of heat." The words were so thick with accent and passion that he knew she barely understood him. But her body apparently gained his meaning before her mind did. Shari’s wet sex became a vise, ate at his cock as the wet clench almost carried him over with her peak. Pierre regretfully backed away from her hips until only the capped head of cock pierced her. The next stroke inside was everything he had left to give, one last salvo to prolong his hunger for a few moments more. But he was starved for this and somehow he never imagined need this gut-wrenching could grind his control into dust along with her inhibitions.
"Ohhh... Pierre it's too much!" Shari begged him to stop at first, and a stuttered breath later voiced a plea for him to never stop.
"You can take it." But even as he said it, Pierre knew he had almost lost the battle he fought with the delectable pussy of his spouse.
Even then, Pierre was having none of that and continued even as he felt overwhelmed. He still thrust even as his own body begged him to give way to the need. He could only grit his teeth with his jaw clenched tight and add a circular rotation to his hips with each stroke inside her. He didn't want to come yet, he was desperate to feel her quicken around him all night. But moments later the volatile milking of her silken fist-tight grip threw him headfirst into bliss anyway.
Pierre couldn't stop the flood and came hard as thick ropes of seed whipped over her womb. When the ripples of pleasure receded he felt shaken and Shari just plain shook in his arms. They clung together, and as survivors of passion were content and weak all at once. He had enough strength left to roll them over and keep his cock lodged inside his kitten's glove tight clasp.
"Je t'aime, Sharisse." Pierre kissed her. “I never imagined I could feel this satisfied.”
"I love you too, Pierre." Shari's voice was hoarse and weak from overuse.
Shari held fast to Pierre and she seemed to be in shock from the vehemence of their lovemaking. He felt puddles escape from their mingled loins and too replete to care, he watched Shari fall asleep while he rubbed her frizzy hair. He only stayed awake long enough to kiss her temple once, and fell under the spell of Morpheus himself.
The pair never had to worry about sexual satiation ever again. They still made love daily, but with a twist each night.
Jennifer Willows is the pen name of a new up and coming romance author who prefers the Multicultural and BDSM genres. She is a newbie single and a pro at being a mother of two. She still fixes other people’s mistakes by day, but she makes plenty of time to write at night. No website yet, but just be on the lookout it will be coming soon. Don’t forget that reviews are an authors’ best friend and please feel free to speak your mind or tag her books as needed. If you want to hit her up for a chat, complaint, or questions feel free to email or facebook at [email protected] or tweet her @wildinthewillow
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Also by Jennifer Willows
Available at SirenBookstrand:
Bound by Accident (Book One of the Moreland Brothers)
Lust for Life (Book Two of the Moreland Brothers)
Coming May 2012: A Harem of One (Book Three of the Moreland Brothers)
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