by Yvette Hines
Now, everyone was waiting on the bride and groom, who were taking pictures at the church. A few people paused to stare at them. For a moment she wondered if people were going to have a problem with her being black and Steve being white, but disregarded it. She’d figured it was more about the fact that Steve never dated and she was looked at as one of the guys for so many years.
“I see Danni. I’ll be right back.” She didn’t wait for his response, but bee-lined to her friend.
Danni stood in her blue maid of honor dress, sipping punch. Mandy was glad she was alone. “Have you ever had to wait to orgasm?”
Her friend started sputtering and choking. Mandy took a napkin from the table, passed it to Danni, and took the small cup out of her hand.
Her friend wiped her mouth and hand, then grabbed Mandy’s wrist and pulled her onto the back terrace for more privacy.
“You know I’d like to get married before I die, Mandy.” Danni’s voice was horse from the juice going down the wrong pipe.
“Sorry. I’m on the verge of an orgasm with each step, or else a nervous breakdown.”
Laughing, Danni said, “Wow. That’s bad.”
Mandy rang her hands together.
“To answer your question, yes, I have been there. Many times.” Assessing her, Danni continued, “Since you said you’re on the verge presently, what are you wearing?”
Her cheeks became hot as she whispered to her friend. Even though they were alone, she didn’t want the possibility of anyone hearing her.
“Mmm, that’s nice. I will warn you that you won’t think it’s nice while you’re here. But, when you get rewarded later you’ll be begging to wear it again.”
Taking a deep breath and squeezing her thighs together, Mandy felt a little calmer knowing her friend had been through this before. This was new territory for her, but something she wanted to do and experience. “I’m going to take your word for it.”
“Just don’t think too much about tonight, otherwise you’ll really be on the verge of murder.” Laughing, Danni glanced passed her, “The bride and groom are here so I need to get back inside.”
“Go ahead. I’ll be along in a minute.”
“By the way, that dress is fierce.” Danni commented before she walked back into the ballroom.
Mandy smiled. Taking a deep breath as Steve showed her on the way to the wedding, she settled her nerves and went to find her date.
* * * *
“Congratulations, Liza.” Steve stepped to his friend, admiring her beauty in the short white wedding dress and the glow of happiness on her face.
“Steve.” Setting down her champagne, she hugged him. “I feel so excited I could burst.”
“You should, Brad is a good man.”
She blushed as she gazed across the room to her groom, standing with friends of his from the county’s RACE team he was on. The Rural Area Criminal Enforcement Team had done a lot in securing the county borders from outside crime. “Yes, he is.”
“It is good to see you happy,” he told her.
Glancing at him, she responded, “You deserve just as much.” This time she looked away from him to stare at Mandy.
He turned, and watched Mandy as she sat at the table, still talking to a few co-workers. She was laughing, but he also noticed the tension around her mouth and the slight agitation in her gestures. His heart swelled with pride. It would be time to go soon. She had definitely earned her reward tonight. What she didn’t know was that he was just as aroused. Knowing that she had on the Y-chain as she sat next to him through the wedding and reception had consumed his thoughts.
“She is very special,” he commented to Liza. That would be all he would commit to at this time. There were a lot of questions he had to address in his head before he would be ready to know how far this would go. It was okay for right now.
“Well, I see your groom heading back to you. It must be time for your dance.” Leaning forward, he kissed her on the cheek and then patted Brad on the back and walked away. It was time for phase two.
* * * *
Mandy sighed as Steve sat down beside her. Being near him was a double-edged sword, and she kept her mind focused on her task of patience, but at the same time it intensified the urges rocketing through her body.
“Are you ready to go?” she whispered to him. They had attended the wedding, the cake had been cut and toasts made. That was enough for her.
Caressing her thigh, he captured her with his golden gaze. “Soon. I want to dance with you.”
Those light touches were driving her crazy. Taking a deep breath, she listened to I Love the Way You Love Me by John Michael Montgomery playing as Brad and Liza held each other alone in the center of the dance floor. They made a lovely couple. She wondered what people thought about her and Steve.
Something soft slid into her palm under the table. Glancing down, she saw a small bag. “What’s this?”
Steve pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. “I want you to go into the ladies room and slip the objects inside.”
His warm breath flutter along her ear and across her cheek. Biting down on her lip, she stifled a moan. Looking doing at the small velvet navy blue bag, she tried to determine what sexual device lay inside. Gazing back at Steve, she was held by his stare.
Was he wondering if she would be brave enough to follow his directions? Hell, she wondered if she was brave enough. The snug clamp and rings were pushing the envelope for her, now, there was mystery surprise number two.
He squeezed her hand then sat back in his seat.
Strengthening her resolve, she pushed away from the table as Steve stood up and held her chair for her.
“Remember, no climaxin’, nightingale.”
Sighing, she went to the restroom.
The ladies room was empty and she was grateful for that, especially since she didn’t know what type of device Steve might have for her. It could vibrate for all she knew. That would be nice.
Choosing the largest stall away from the entrance, she pulled the satin ribbons holding the small pouch closed. Tipping the contents into her palm, she paused as she stared at the two silver balls. They were the size of marbles. Rolling them around in her hand, she frowned, unsure what the point of inserting them inside of herself.
Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled up her dress and lowered her underwear. Her sex was wet from wearing the clamp around her clitoris and she was tempted to accidentally get herself off, but she remembered Steve words. So, she located her opening and pushed one ball all the way in as far as she could. Pausing she waited to feel something. Nothing happened. She pressed the other one inside alongside the first, then readjusted her dress and underwear. There was a slight heaviness in her abdomen, but nothing else. She even tightened her walls around them, still nothing.
“Oh, well, maybe it’s some male thing.” Chuckling, she headed out of the stall to wash her hands. She felt a slight shifting happening and by the time she reached the sink, her eyes were large and her knees were about to buckle. Grabbing the edge of the counter, she tried to wrap her head around the building orgasm.
“Goodness gracious!” She now understood the significance of the two little metal balls. As she walked they rotated and swirled inside of her and stroked her G-spot, instant gratification. Breathing in and out, trying to control the urges as she’d been instructed. Now, she sounded like a woman on the verge of labor.
Pulling together her resolve, she calmed herself, “Come on, Mandy, you can do this.” Washing her hands, she looked into her glassy gaze, “Get it together, girl. Two balls can’t beat you. You’re a cop. You’ve battled tougher things and won.”
Drying her hands, she pushed her shoulders back and walked out the bathroom back to Steve. Moving toward him, she kept a firm grip on the inside of her bottom lip and focused, as best she could.
* * * *
Steve watched her meander around the corner from the bathroom. He knew the balls were secured as he noticed the hesitant step in her w
alk and the tight smile on her lips. The smile on his own face couldn’t be helped. He was proud of her.
While she had been in the bathroom the wedding song ended and other couples were on the dance floor. A fast song was just ending and the opening melody of Robin Thicke’s Jus Right was beginning.
“Dance with me.” He took her hand, halting her in the action of reclaiming her seat.
Her throat moved as she swallowed, and her gaze shifted from him to the dance floor and back. “What?”
Stifling a chuckle, he knew she’d understood him. He also comprehended her anxiety about moving around the floor with the ben-wa balls in place. The goal was to increase her arousal, not kill her, which is why he had not taken her out during the fast song.
Lifting her hand, he kissed her palm. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, and he meant it. She’d done so well and had been so brave today, he had a grand reward in store for her.
Pulling her slowly behind him to join the other couples, he pulled her into his arms and held her close in front of all who wanted to see them. They had come together and if anyone was unsure about how he felt about her, he hoped to resolve the issue. Even though he didn’t know where this relationship was headed or for how long, he cared a lot about Mandy and wasn’t ashamed of his feelings.
Her hands clutched his shoulders as he circled her waist with his hands. He kept a small gap between them, even though he desired to press her form fully to him and feel her curves glide against him. She was in greater need and he was attempting to give her as much breathing space as possible.
They moved in silence. Staring into her beautiful light brown eyes, her arousal shining in her gaze, he could smell her body. The sweet honey musk was cloaked around her like a cape, rising between them and teasing his desire. Imagining the slick dew coating her thighs from the prolonged level of arousal made his erection throb in his slacks. Mandy wasn’t the only one who had to control her sexual urge tonight. He wasn’t wearing any devices, but just the knowledge that she was and knowing how her body looked below her dress had been torturous.
For every twinge or sigh she used in an attempt to control her desire, he wanted to drag her to the club condo he’d rented for the night. If things went as he’d planned, as they were, he knew they would never make it to either one of their homes.
The artist continued to sing the sultry ballad and Mandy’s body began to tremble and shake against his hands. Small beads of sweat popped out on her upper lip and she was practically panting.
“Steve...” her voice quivered like a drawn bow.
Clearly registering the plea in her tone, he realized they’d had enough. Kissing her on the temple, he turned and escorted her off the dance floor. He purposely didn’t pause to say goodbye to anyone as he swept her out the door. He kept his pace steady, not wanting to add to her discomfort or cause her to climax in his haste to have her.
Even the weather conspired against them. There wasn’t even a light breeze in the night air to help calm their senses. He activated the remote to the car and was serenaded by the double beep signaling the automatic unlocking of the doors. As they crossed the parking lot to his car he wanted to kick himself for parking in BFE. By the time they arrived at his car, Mandy was shaking and barely keeping up on quivering legs. She would never make it the three-minute drive around the golf course to the condo.
Opening the passenger side door, her turned to let her in and saw the tight grip she held on the roof of the car.
“Wait, Steve.” She spoke so soft it was barely at whisper level.
Taking hold of her hips, he pressed her back against the side of his car, using it as a shield from any other guest who may exit the reception. Dropping to his knees, he shoved up her dress and lowered her panties, baring her to him.
She glanced over her shoulder and the top of his car toward the clubhouse then turned back to him. “What are you doing?”
“I promised I’d take care of you, nightingale.” Grinning, he held her gaze for a moment then feasted his eyes on the prize before him. Just as he’d suspected, Mandy’s thighs were covered in her creamy juices. The sight made his mouth water, he had to taste her. Her clit was distended and the lips of her sex were puff and inviting. He could barely wait to get his cock inside of her. Slowly, he removed the snug clamp around her clit as her body shuddered in small orgasms and her knees buckled.
Holding her thighs open, he kept her in place. Leaning forward, he caressed her wet folds with his tongue and enjoyed the tangy syrup of her essence. She bucked against his mouth and came.
That single avalanche of pleasure wasn’t enough. Her body was wound tight, and he could feel her sexual energy pulse against his fingers.
Up and down her slippery pussy he licked and indulged in her taste. Gliding down her slit, he dipped inside of her, feeling her walls clench around his tongue and the balls shift around the tip. Sliding back out, he traveled back up and around circled her clit. Moaning and whimpering, Mandy thrust her greedy hips against his mouth, begging for more, and he obliged her. Wasting no more time, he sucked the sensitive nub and grazed it with his teeth.
She fell apart. A barely stifled cry came from her as she bit down on her bottom lip, her sex quaked against his tongue as more of her delicious nectar burst into his mouth. He continued to lap up her juices until her body settled down to mild shakes.
Giving her cunt a single parting kiss before he rose, he licked his lips, feeling like a satisfied cat full from a bowl of cream. Checking over her shoulder, he was glad to see no one else had come out and overheard Mandy’s cries of ecstasy. “You think you’re ready to get in the car now?”
A small satisfied smile graced her mouth as she glanced away. “I was trying to keep myself calm as you’d taught me, but at the end it was...”
“Difficult, I know. But you did very well.” Drunk with passion, he kissed her mouth, feeding Mandy her own delicious liquor.
He loved the way she deepened the kiss and didn’t shy away from her own taste. When they parted he pulled her dress down and allowed her to get in the car.
Closing the door, he moved around the vehicle and then slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. After their belts were secured, he maneuvered his way through the parking lot.
“You missed the turn to get to the highway,” she called out as he continued on the road leading him deeper into the country club grounds.
He shook his head. “I’m not done with you, yet, nightingale.” Grabbing a hold of her hand, he squeezed. “Unless you’re ready to go home?” His heart beat heavy in his chest.
“No, I’m not. I enjoy being with you. I’m all yours for the night.”
Satisfied, he allowed them to slip into a relaxed silence until they got to the condo. Mandy sat quietly, but squirmed in her seat, letting him know that the winding road and the motion of the car had caused the balls to shift around inside of her. Her arousal was increasing once again.
They got out the car and entered one of the secluded summer rentals on the club property. He’d been happy to discover one was available. Summer golfing was big tourist business in Claremont County; the annual tournament started in two weeks and there would have been nothing open.
“I’m goin’ to reward you for being a good girl. You showed great patience and serenity when I know it was difficult.” Entering the condo, he flipped on the lights and asked her, “You want it hard or slow?” He was already unzipping her dress as he escorted her to the bedroom.
“Do I have to choose?” Her dress dropped away from her body as she stepped out of her black lacy undies. The only thing she wore were heels and the Y-chain that was still looped around her nipples.
She was a sight to behold.
Her fingers unfastened the buttons of his shirt.
“Do you not want me inside of you?” His cock jerked in rebellion of that choice. But, if for some reason she just wanted them to hold and touch each other through the night, he would not force his way on her. He
enjoyed power and dominance, but not subjugation.
Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, she kissed the side of his neck and murmured across his skin. “I want you hard and slow.” She looked into his face and finished, “In every way I can have you tonight.”
He growled with pleasure as he undid he belt and pants. “Good. I’m plannin’ to fuck you hard first. I want you so bad, if I considered being gentle, it would be a lie.”
Beside the bed, she lowered herself to her knees and helped him out of his clothes and shoes. “Don’t then.” She licked the crown of his dick, swirling her tongue around the broad tip.
That small act was more than enough. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her up to her feet and guided her to the bed. She crawled to the center of the mattress, then turned and gave him a beguiling look over her shoulder. “I need you, Steve.”
Who could deny such an invitation? Her gorgeous ginger colored skin beckoned him with her plump ass displayed so beautifully. In her kneeling position and her thighs open wide, he could clearly see the wet, glistening evidence of her need shining along the crease of her sex and ass.
Climbing onto the bed, he gripped her hips. “Hold on, sweetheart.” He pressed inside of her slowly, aware of the balls still inside. He didn’t want to hurt her and he had to give them a chance to shift and accommodate him.
Entering to the hilt, he felt her snug pussy flex around him as she climaxed. That was all he needed. Pulling out, he thrust forward and began taking them both to the peak of ecstasy.
Not holding back, he drove his dick into her. The sight of her clutching the sheets as she dug her shoulders into the bed and arched her hips back meeting every stroke caused a heated frisson to spin down his spine and into the base of his shaft.
His balls drew up tight and he could barely see past the sexual haze. He was driving in and out of heaven’s gate and pulled into rapture by a runaway orgasmic train. Between the ben-wa balls twisting around his member and the scintillating feel of Mandy’s warm wet sex, he was done for. Squeezing her hips, he buried his length deep inside of her and climaxed, willingly becoming a prisoner of ebullient pleasure.