Chapter 31: Damian
I stroke her pussy again and build her desire to a boiling point. "Are you close, my dear?"
"God, yes. Please." Pulling my hand away this time is beyond cruel and I fully expect the coming tantrum. "What are you doing?" she screams.
I shake my head to let her know I'm not falling for her antics. "It's time to remove the wax." I lift the sheathed knife off my desk and slide it from the case.
"Oh, hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts."
She fights my control so hard, and anytime we try something new she's the bratty sub. "Trust me," I say while holding her gaze. I see the fear and know she gets a thrill out of scenes like this too. She can always use her safe word but I know she won't. Her resistance is part of her sexual make up.
She closes her eyes and I kiss her cheek with a gentle swipe of lips. The knife is dull but half the fun is her not knowing that. I lift her breast in my left hand and pull the skin tight with my thumb before sliding the edge of the knife between the wax and her flesh. She doesn't move, but her eyes open and she stares at the knife as it slides across her skin. Slowly wax curls beneath the blade and falls away.
I finish the first breast and move to the other. With a loud sigh she leans her head back and relaxes while I play. When finished, I remove a bottle of massage oil and a soft cloth from the cabinet across the room. Lydia is calm now, breathing slowly, and in what for her is sub space. I massage the oil into her breasts and allow her the quiet time she needs.
"We're finishing this upstairs," I tell her softly. "I think you need some additional stimulation."
Her eyes peel open. "Hurry," she moans.
I cut the tape on her arms with scissors and remove the spreader bar last. Using a blanket from the kink cabinet, I cover her before lifting her into my arms.
"I keep telling you you're going to break your back."
"Only if you squirm. Now hush and be still."
I walk into the private elevator and press the button for the penthouse. She isn't heavy at all and even pregnant, she fits perfectly in my arms. I increase my stride once we're off the elevator and carry her straight to our bed.
I lay her gently on the comforter. "Remove the hair from the band and then get on your knees with your ass in the air." I turn and head to the dresser without waiting to see if she does as ordered. She won't like the consequences if she disobeys.
When I turn back to the bed, I take a moment to admire well-rounded globes displayed for my pleasure. In three strides I'm close enough to add the key ingredient they're missing. My palm lands with a resounding slap on one cheek.
"What was that for?" she complains.
"For being naughty and because my handprint looks so good on your skin." The next slap lands on her other ass cheek. Her head goes down in submission. I crawl onto the bed behind her and grabbing one of the pillows beside her, situating it under her so she doesn't grow too uncomfortable too quickly. I ignore her grumble and rub my thumbs over the red hand prints I've decorated her ass with. Bending forward, I lick the marks with long sweeps of my tongue. She shivers beneath my touch and hums deep in her throat.
She squirms naughtily as I continue, and I nip her flesh. "Hold still," I order.
"You're killing me. Fuck my ass and get it over with."
"You know that's not happening until after the baby's born, but I have a toy that will help your suffering. I'm deciding if you've earned it and so far you're falling short."
"Please," she groans. We spoke with her obstetrician about our lifestyle. A lot of our play has toned down, but I've found that delaying some of our kinky play gives us so much to look forward to. Her hormones add a wilder streak to her kink and she's been insatiable. For a woman who listed anal sex as a hard limit in the beginning of our relationship, she loves it as much I do now even though we can't do it.
I rest back on my knees and pick up the lube. I liberally poor it on my hand and the plug. Her rounded ass is my favorite place to play. I spread her cheeks and slide my finger along the crevice. With one greased finger, I push past the tight muscle of her asshole and massage in and out. Her muscles grasp my finger and Lydia moans again, her breath growing more erratic. She's doing her best to hold back her little sounds of ecstasy so I won't stop.
"Hold on, baby," I tell her when I remove my finger and slide the small plug into place. My own patience is now at an end and I need to be balls deep inside my wife. Grabbing her hips, I squeeze those extra love handles she hates. They're so fucking sexy and I still don't think she understands what they do to me. I slide my cock home and find the warmth I've been seeking since seeing her tied up in my office. Hell, this is what I've craved since the first time I set eyes on her in that sleazy sex club. She's my mate, my heart, my life.
"Ahhh," she cries as I increase the tempo of my thrusts.
My voice is ragged. "Scream for me, baby. I want to hear you."
"Faster!" she groans.
I pull out and slide my hand against her clit, using the other to move the plug. "Your cunt is so fucking hot around my cock, but you need to give me those sweet sounds I love to hear."
My finger continues circling her clit as I slide back into her warmth. She rests her head on her forearms and finally gives me the submission I've been waiting for. She's a vessel for my pleasure and I need to hear how my dick feels inside her. The sounds she starts making turn me on even more. I increase my thrusts and pinch her clit with each forward push. She sobs with her need to orgasm and the noise sends electrical sparks through my cock and balls.
I can't deny either of us any longer. "Come for me, sweet Lydia."
She buries her mouth in the curve of her arm to stifle her screams. I grab her hair and pull her head back. "I want to hear you. Don't make me stop and punish your naughty ass," I grunt. Stopping now will punish us both. Her screams echo off the walls and take me over the edge.
Her breathing is coming in short gasps when she collapses forward and I roll slightly so I don't squish her stomach into the bed. I remove the plug while she's still overcome by her orgasm and toss it on a towel I left on the nightstand. I shift us slightly and pull her backside into my chest. My fingers trail over her abdomen and I lovingly kiss her shoulder, nuzzling her hair out of the way so my nose rests against her skin. I love the smell and taste of her skin after we make love.
She needs sleep, but I can't stop touching her. Finally, her soft snores rumble from her chest. I've never mentioned her snoring to her, which came with the baby weight. It would bother her and I don't want her worrying or changing anything. I slide my arms from beneath her and roll slightly to get off the bed.
"Don't leave me," she demands sleepily.
Placing a soft kiss on her brow I whisper, "I'm taking a quick shower and then I'll tuck you in with Alexander and join you."
"K, don't forget ATG." She's barely coherent and I place another soft kiss on her shoulder.
Alexander the Great is her five foot feather pillow that offers the most comfortable way for her to sleep. She named the damn pillow for some reason and now shortens the name to ATG. I've put it down to pregnancy peculiarities. I shower and then go to the closet and grab her bright pink ATG. Carrying the monstrosity to the bed, I squish the softness between her thighs and up against her breasts and then join her beneath the covers, pulling her and ATG tightly against my chest. With a last tender smile beneath her shroud of hair, I fall asleep to the sound of her gentle snores.
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