Chapter 30: Damian
The items I need are in the cabinet on the far side of the room. I've actually been planning this for some time. I remove three candles, their holders, a lighter, and a medium-sized knife in its sheath. I rest them on the desk. Lydia's eyes have darkened and her breathing is coming in short heavy bursts at the sight of what I have planned.
"Mommy's been bad and Daddy knows the perfect punishment," I tell her. "I've missed clamping these," I gently squeeze one nipple before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. "I know they're sensitive," I say when her eyes widen. "But I think this will give us what we both want." A small bit of saliva runs down the corner of her mouth and I wipe it with my finger. Licking the wetness away adds a bit of devilment to my plans. "You always taste so good no matter where it comes from."
She closes her eyes for a moment and I know she's fighting to control her dirty needs. During this past year I've learned many of her nuances and plan on sixty more years to learn them all. My sweet wife loves it dirty and though she still fights it in certain ways, she aches for domination.
I light the candles and place them in the holders. "I need you to move your ass a little more forward in the chair to see if our baby is comfortable that way."
She nods.
"Good girl." I kneel between her legs and grasp her hips. "Lift just a bit." I pull her bottom toward me so she's propped slightly back in the chair. I unbutton my black shirt and remove it while she watches. I walk to my desk, remove a hair tie from a drawer in my desk, and then move behind her chair to gather her thick red hair and tie it back. It's hard to believe her hair is actually thicker than before she became pregnant but it is. I place the band around the heavy strands and let it hang down her back in a single ponytail. Moving to the side, I press one of the levers on the chair so it reclines straight back and she's now looking up at me.
"With pain there is always pleasure," I whisper huskily after resting back on my calves and admiring her pussy, which is now visible. I lick one finger and slide it across the folds of her cunt. I tease slowly over her clit and slip my finger inside her tight sheath when she sucks in a breath and doesn't release it. Lifting my finger, I show her the clear silky wetness before licking it off. "You're both sweet and spicy at the same time. There's no taste on earth quite like you. We've only just started, so don't forget to breathe." I smile wickedly and go back to work on her pussy. After a minute of rubbing and teasing, her hips lift off the chair. I bend forward and kiss her stomach and then untie the bow and unwrap my gift. Lifting my hands, I cup the underside of her breasts. I lick one nipple before moving to the other. My thumb circles the moisture I left on her other breast.
"When our baby arrives, she will be sharing her morning feeding with Daddy. I could come right now thinking about how your milk will taste."
Her breathing becomes more erratic and I release her breasts and slide my hands down past her stomach between her thighs again. With one finger, I slowly ease into her pussy while watching the sweet torment on her face until she can't take it any longer and closes her eyes. I know her. I know she's concentrating on touch alone to get herself off quickly. Bad sub. I continue sliding my finger inside her and reach for a candle with my other hand. Leaning forward, I wet the tip of her breast with my mouth again and then spill the first drop of red wax directly on her nipple.
A low moan comes from behind the gag when she feels the heat. I pay attention to her hands as they clench the chair tighter, but she doesn't signal that this is too much. My finger continues assaulting her pussy and I add to it by rubbing my thumb across her clit. I blow gently on the wax and help it cool before repeating the process on her other nipple.
Lydia watches me decorate her breasts with dreamy desire in her eyes. I add blue wax to the mix while keeping the same steady, slow glide of my finger going inside her. Her hips push up insistently. She has trouble remembering who's in charge, and delaying her orgasms is the only way to control her. I continue moving my finger slow and steady. A minute later, she can no longer control herself and grinds into my hand, so I pull my finger away.
"After the baby is born and you're healed, I'll strap your hips down so I can play for a few hours without your interference," I tease. Her eyes open and even without words, I clearly see her need.
The blue wax on her nipple is taking a different path than the red. I use a little more and watch the wax glide down in sensual trails. She's a work of art but then she always has been. Now that her attention is on her breasts, I slide my finger back inside her. Our eyes lock. Her breathing accelerates and a fine sheen of sweat breaks out on her skin.
Her loud groan when I remove my hand from between her legs goes straight to my cock. She bucks her hips in frustration until my hand settles on her shoulder. "Shh, you're doing great. Let me get this off of you." I untie the gag and wipe her mouth with my hand. Her trembling lips beg to be kissed. "Do you have anything to say before we proceed, my dear?"
"I'm dying here," she whines.
"You're so impatient."
Sparks flare in her eyes. "I need to come, dammit. I've needed you all day but you stayed away and left me on my own." Yeah she even pouts in a sexy manner. "I want your cock buried deep in my ass, sliding in and out slowly while your hands squeeze my breasts."
I inhale sharply at the picture she paints. The little minx is teasing me so she gets her way. My damn pants grow uncomfortable as my cock swells. They're suddenly too tight, and the best way to handle this new development is to take them off. Lydia watches with a small smirk. Or at least she does until I take myself in hand and stroke from tip to balls. The smirk disappears and she licks her lips.
"I want to taste, Sir."
Now she's throwing out the big guns because she thinks she's taken back her control. "I haven't properly punished a bad mommy yet." I continue rubbing myself and finally glance up when a bead of cum wells at the head of my cock. I wipe it with my finger before placing it to her lips. "Suck," I whisper.
She sucks my finger until I pull it away. "I hate you."
"No, my love," I tell her gruffly. "You love everything about me." I look down at her breasts and pick up the yellow candle. "I love everything about you too and right now your breasts need more care."
The yellow takes on a life of its own when I drip it over the other wax. It's light enough to pick up the other colors. I step back and admire my handiwork. She's so damn beautiful this way and we'll be repeating this scene when I can use her entire body as a canvas. Wax pooling across her ass is another fantasy I'm determined to fulfill.
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