FieldofPlay

by Frances Stockton

  “Careful, Gracie,” Dallas warned. “Max doesn’t know he’s a dog.”

  “Oh, sorry, boy,” she apologized, continuing to scratch his ears. “Can I have my suitcase and run upstairs while you let him out?”

  “I can carry it up for you,” he offered, though Max was already taking off for the back door.

  “No, I’ll meet you upstairs.” She insisted on taking her suitcase and headed off.

  Dallas followed for all of a second, veering to let Max out of the house. He heard Grace upstairs. She’d gone into the bathroom. Water and splashing sounds came from above. She was probably brushing her teeth.

  Max returned from his trek outside. The snow in the yard had melted a good deal since the storm two weekends ago. Dallas had bought a new bottle of brandy and quickly went to retrieve a snifter they could share. He poured the extra smooth amber liquid into the glass and carried it upstairs. He made a brief detour to the guest bathroom and used a spare toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste before walking into the bedroom.

  He saw Grace’s coat on the bed when he walked in. He’d left his in the kitchen when they first went into the house. He set the snifter on the bedside table and picked up the coat, carefully putting it on the sofa.

  Dallas remembered to grab the jeweler’s box from her coat pocket and brought it to the bed. He couldn’t wait to put his rings and chains on her. He’d chosen a necklace that was made of sterling silver and woven with small sapphires that would match her eyes. The rings had two small sapphire blue balls that twisted to tighten them on her nipples. He could adjust the tightness so that the pinch was not too painful and increase the tension as she got used to them. When he added the long multi-stranded necklace, two strands would cup the underside of her breasts. A silver chain would go up to loop around her neck, where he’d fasten it. She’d look amazing when he was done.

  Grace remained in the bathroom. He thought he heard her mumble something about ribbons and garters, but he couldn’t be sure. Taking off his shoes and socks, he undressed to his boxers and left his clothes with Grace’s coat.

  He went to the bed, checked his bedside table drawer for what he’d need and found himself smiling. There were a few condoms left, a new tube of lubricant and the toys he’d had made for her.

  Leaning back against the headboard to wait for Grace, he grabbed the snifter. He’d had one brief taste before she stepped out of the bathroom. Light spilled out behind her, illuminating her.

  “Holy fuck,” he whispered, his voice taking a nose dive. His cock leapt in his boxers. He was hard enough to pound nails just by looking at her.

  Grace wore a sexy, red satin negligee that hugged her generous curves beautifully. The lacy front dipped in an enticing vee, showcasing her fabulous breasts. The hem fell to her ankles. A daring slit along the thigh revealed her gorgeous legs. She wore fire engine red high-heeled shoes that screamed “fuck me”. Beneath the gown she wore black stockings and a garter belt. Her panties were gone. He could see a flash of her almost-nude quim.

  Drooling at the sight of her, Dallas barely managed to put the brandy aside without spilling it all over the bed. “Get over here, Gracie,” he demanded, crooking his finger.

  “It’s not too much?” she asked shyly, flushing.

  “Baby, I could come looking at you right now.” Pre-cum already soaked the head of his cock. “When did you get this little number?”

  “Today when I went shopping,” she said. “I wanted you to see my feminine side.”

  Grace thought he didn’t see her that way? Fuck it. He’d have to show her that she was beautiful to him whether she was in jeans or a negligee.

  “Well, you look red-hot,” he assured. “Promise me something. The next time you want something pretty and sexy, you let me buy it for you, okay?”

  “You’ve already given me so much.” Grace came up to the bed, looking a little intimidated.

  “I want to take care of you, Gracie.”

  “I want to take care of you too.” Her gaze skirted away, landing on the snifter of brandy and the necklace box.

  “Take a seat then,” he invited, patting his lap.

  Grace eased onto the bed, climbing onto him and straddling his thighs. Incredibly, she managed to do so without gouging either of them with her heels. He was tempted to make her kick them off, but knowing he was about to fuck her with them on made him feel like a god.

  He leaned back, using the headboard for support. It was a little hard. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind his back. The slit in her gown parted even more, giving him a better glimpse of her pussy. She’d kept herself shaved the way he’d done in the shower.

  “Did you do this for me too?” he asked, running his hand under the gown to her quim. The thin strip of pubic hair tickled his palm, her bare skin felt like satin.

  “Yes, at the spa,” she confirmed. “I didn’t have them use hot wax though, way too painful.”

  “No pain for you,” he said. “Ever, Grace, you hear me?”

  “Yes,” she agreed. “If you want, tomorrow night you can remove what the aesthetician left.”

  He might do that. Tonight, he’d rather concentrate on fucking Grace again. “Take my boxers off,” he told her.

  Grace grinned like a sex nymph, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She lifted herself enough that she was able to take hold of his boxers and push them down his legs. He helped by shifting. Between the two of them, the underwear went somewhere at the bottom of the bed. He didn’t care where, as long as it meant he was a breath away from being inside her.

  Reaching up, he uncrossed the dainty ribbon that miraculously kept the front of her gown closed. He brushed his fingers down the vee, parting the gown, her beautiful tits bouncing with her movements. His mouth gone dry, he kept his eyes on Grace as he groped for the gift box.

  He wanted to claim her as his. Putting the jewelry on her would be the first step. But he intended to make sure she came while he did it.

  “Can I kiss you, Dallas?”

  “You can do that anytime you want,” he said.

  Helping her lean forward, he let go of the box to comb his fingers through her hair, then cupped her face. They kissed, their mouths making promises as they fused together.

  “It won’t hurt?” she questioned, drawing back, her gaze flicking to the box.

  “They may pinch at first. Depending upon what you want to feel, I’ll adjust them for you. I want you to feel aroused, not pain. Be warned now, whenever I take them off, the rush of blood to her nipples will be fast and intense.”

  “Am I to wear these all the time?”

  “Yes. If you need them off, all you ever have to do is ask. Are you ready to wear these, baby?”

  “I am,” she decided, nodding and kissing him again.

  Dallas grasped her closer, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth to explore the warm wet haven. Her pussy would be molten hot, just as wet and tight as a vise grip. Adjusting his hips to align the two of them, he ran one hand to her hip and hiked up her gown.

  It took a little finagling while they kissed, but he maneuvered the satin and lace material so that it was up around her waist. He eased her back some, casting his eyes from her pretty flushed face to her pussy. The strip of soft pubic hair was incredibly sexy compared to the smooth skin on either side. He shifted her so he could get a better view.

  “Open up for me, Gracie. Let me see that gorgeous pussy,” he commanded, waiting for her to expose herself.

  Grace parted her thighs as wide as she could. Her clit was engorged, throbbing and hot pink. She looked totally edible. Rocking the two of them so that he could recline more comfortably, he grasped her hips.

  “Fuck my face,” he urged, guiding her to straddle and lower her pussy over his face. The lace at the top of her stockings scratched his shoulders and collarbones, the smoothness of her inner thighs inducing goose bumps all over his skin.

  She was soaking wet, her juices coating her labia. Swallowing hard, he maneuvered him
self even closer and swiped his tongue along her pussy. The tight bud of her asshole was inviting. He wasn’t going to do more with her there, yet. Soon, yes, he was going to fuck her. When they got there, he’d make sure she was ready.

  Grace grabbed the slats in the headboard as he licked her pussy. Centering his attention on her juicy clit, he swiped his tongue up, over and around the tempting little bud. She rocked and swayed, fucking his face as he’d commanded.

  As he felt her tense like she was about to come, he shoved his tongue deep into her. Drinking her juices, he had to fight to keep from dragging her off his face and take her down to the bed. Not yet, not when he wanted to be buried inside her while he put his rings and chains on her.

  Loving that she smelled like sex, he grasped her hips hard enough to move her off. “Dallas! Please,” she cried out.

  “Put my cock inside of you, but don’t move,” he said.

  Grace frowned at first and then shifted herself back down to his hips. With her gown still up around her waist, she looked incredibly hot. Her breasts swayed as she moved, her abdominal muscles shifting with her movements. Kneeling over him, she reached between them and took his cock in her hand.

  He was bare. Her blue eyes locked with his, a momentary question in her gaze. Dallas nodded once. It was all she needed to ease down and take the head of his cock into the hot grasp of her wet pussy.

  “Fuck!” He growled in his throat, refusing to flip her onto her back and fuck her blind. “Amazing, baby, you feel so fucking amazing.” Her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock head for all of a second before he thrust into her fully.

  The tight, silken heat of her scorched him from helmet to balls. He felt his eyes roll back and he damn near came. She felt too good to imagine, a fantasy made real. Grasping his cock with his own hand, he ringed his fingers at the base to keep from coming.

  “Hold me like this,” he told her, watching as she copied what he’d done. “Stay still. Don’t make me come.”

  “I want to,” she admitted.

  “I know, baby. Soon, we’ll come together soon.” Grabbing the box, he opened it and took the delicate chain from inside. He rested it over her bare thigh, loving the way the sapphires and silver strands glinted on her pale skin. Taking her without thin latex in the way was every adult fantasy made real. They weren’t even moving other than what he did to her breasts, but they were connected on a level that he’d never shared with another woman.

  He took the first nipple ring from the box. “I love you, Grace.”

  “I love you, Dallas McKay,” she said, rocking back enough to present her breasts to him.

  Dallas grinned. Grace lowered her eyes to watch him plump her left breast and nipple before he slipped the ring over the taut bud. Her breathing quickened, her thighs trembled. Warm juices slid down his cock, coating her swollen fluttering labia and his testicles. Turning the clasp with his fingers to secure the ring, he saw her mouth drop open. A little gasp of need left her lips. He tightened it a fraction more. Her nipple reddened. Grace’s inner muscles tightened on his bare, soaking wet cock, telling him that she liked the tightness. That was fine with him, she looked incredible.

  He found the second ring. Instead of using his fingers, he leaned forward and tongued her, wetting the nub until it peaked. Deliberately biting her reddened, erect bud, he kept her suspended, then sucked her so hard, he made her buck.

  “Dallas! Please, more. I need more, please.” He gave her more by sucking until she was panting and trembling all over. He drew back, plucking her nipple with his teeth. She was swollen and redder than a raspberry. The sight of his saliva clinging to her nipple almost unmanned him. Needing to finish what he started, he placed the second ring over her raspberry nipple. Then he tightened it as he’d done with the first.

  “Are you okay, baby?” he asked, checking to make sure the rings weren’t painful.

  Grace was flushed. The grasp of her pussy was almost merciless on his dick. She nodded. Her skin glowed. After she nodded, he added the multifaceted silver strands, connecting the thin chains to the rings hugging her nipples. Her breasts were now decorated with silver and sapphires, his claim firmly in place.

  She looked beautiful. He told her so by thrusting into her, silently nodding to let her know it was time to move. Grace placed her hands on his bare shoulders as she rose to her knees and sank back down, taking him deep. Thinking she was the most important thing in his life, Dallas let Grace fuck him the way she wanted, hard and fast. Her molten, hot pussy clamped around his cock from root to head.

  Suddenly she held still, her vaginal muscles squeezing and gripping him as she climaxed. His balls drew close to his body. Cum sped up his shaft, spurting into her as her vaginal muscles gripped his cock. It felt so good, so unbelievably hot, he shouted to the damn rooftop. “I’m coming! Fuck, feel it fill you, Gracie. Take it!” Hot seed flooded her pussy, flowing over his cock, dripping out of her.

  “Yes,” she shouted, her contractions milking him until he couldn’t move.

  “Mine,” he declared, wrapping her up in his arms and bringing her down to the bed.

  Aware of his cum and her cream coating his cock, he loved the warmth of her inner flesh that gripped him with sweet contractions. Shifting so they could lay on their sides, he watched the chains sway on her breasts. Her nipples were constantly erect from the rings, her eyes narrowed with need.

  Running his hand over her hip, he skimmed his fingers along her inner thigh, reluctantly withdrawing from the grasp of her vagina. Seeing her frown, he smiled at her, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

  She tasted sweet. “Open for me again, baby,” he said, licking her bottom lip.

  Grace finally kicked off her shoes and parted her thighs wider, shifting her leg up over his hip. He shifted to look at her pussy, amazed at the sight of his cum clinging to her labia and dripping along her inner thigh. Gathering the milky-white seed with his fingertip, he trailed it through her trembling swollen quim. He wanted to fill her with his cum and brand it into her pussy.

  While he’d never consider causing her that kind of pain, he felt a wave of love for her that he’d never shared with another woman. He’d put his claim on her when she accepted his jewelry and his bare dick. She was his now.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, glancing down at herself adorned in jewelry. She looked so damn pretty, he salivated with the need to suckle her and play with the chains and clasps. “No one’s ever given me such a gift.”

  “I’m glad. You look incredible like this.” Wanting to worship her from head to toe, he propelled her to her back.

  Grace went with his movements, letting him settle between her thighs. Looking down at her, the picture of his woman draped in silver and sapphires was emblazoned in his mind. He felt the ache of arousal in his balls. His cock went from satisfied to semi-hard in a flash.

  He couldn’t believe how desperately he wanted to take her again. As much as he wanted to fuck her again, his erection needed a little more blood and he needed time to recover. Deciding to pleasure her until he could get inside her, he gripped her knees and spread her wider, propping her feet on the bed.

  “Look at you,” he murmured, enjoying the way her pussy creamed. “Maybe sometime soon, you’ll let me complete the body chain with a strand that would go to your clit.” His cum still clung to her and he swooped in, drinking her essence and his cum from her body.

  “Oh god, Dallas, that sounds a little scary,” she said, but her labia quivered. Her juicy clitoris protruded from its protective hood. “Let me return the pleasure now.” She flattened her hands to the bed to grip the cover.

  “Not yet.”

  He hadn’t even bothered to turn down the quilt. He didn’t care. He had Grace where he wanted her. And he wanted to feast on her for awhile. Tonguing her juicy tight hole, he licked her silken walls, getting harder as she cried out and pushed herself into his face.

  Taking her to the edge of climax, he drew back, deliberately repositioning her legs so t
hat her feet were anchored around his back. “I’m going to fuck you again, Grace,” he said.

  “Yes, please,” she agreed, bracing her hands on his shoulders.

  Hoisting herself a little, she presented her pussy to him and Dallas’ cock, miraculously fully erect again, found her opening. Filling her and falling more in love with the feel of her drenched pussy gloving his bare rod, he hammered into her. Grace’s breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. Her gown was mostly off now, but he liked knowing their fucking caused her to look ravaged. The chains and nipple rings decorated her body. She looked beautiful. Wanting more, he slammed into her, growling and grunting from the way she bucked right back at him.

  Not gun-shy about what she wanted, Grace slid her hand from his shoulder to his ass, surprising him with a slap. “Hey!” he warned.

  “Two can play this game,” she teased, spanking him again.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, getting even harder with each slap of her palm. His ass felt hot and red. “You’re so going to get it, Gracie.”

  “Oh really, how so?” she dared, trailing her finger along the crack of his ass.

  “Exactly how you think you will,” he promised, silently vowing to fuck her like no man ever had before.

  Grace took her hand off his ass, spit in her palm and slapped him again. Dallas’ balls drew close to his body, the heat of his need to come gripping him hard and fast. He was going to spill if she spanked him again.

  She didn’t spank. She used her spit as a salve for his asshole, smearing it around the rim to slowly, relentlessly push her finger through the ring. Heat scorched his rectum, the sting of pleasure gripping and powerful. Letting out a breath, he relaxed, taking her finger inside.

  Cum raced up his shaft, spurting into the clutching drenched well of her pussy as she finger-fucked his ass with a boldness that drove him crazy. “Come for me, Grace,” he commanded, managing to reach between them and tug on the center chain connected to her nipple rings.