A Detail of Intimacy

A Detail Of Intimacy -- part 3.  By Aussiegirl and H Dean

 

 

 

They slept together for a while. She was braced against him, being "spooned" while his arms were wrapped around her. And when finally she woke and turned her head, she saw him sleeping contentedly, a smile on his face. And she, too, smiled despite the odd sensation that she noted in her posterior.

 

She tried to turn over to expel the invader that remained inside of her from their earlier lovemaking, waking him. He simply told her "No." Still, she tried to force it out, prompting him to raise his hand and smack her rear end. His slap, though not hard, was enough to remind her where she was and her promise to be his for the weekend. She lay still , memories of what they had done filling her mind. 

 

After a short time, he allowed her to roll over and face him. This was when he explained to her that she was not to attempt to expel the object and that if it came out, due to its shape, it would be obvious that she had forced or pulled it out. She nodded, a feeling she could not identify filling her.  However, she was too tired to try and work out what it was, and soon they were both asleep again.

 

It was late in the evening when next they woke. Both of them were famished and in need of a hot shower. Without so much as a word he took her by the hand and guided her to the bathroom. As the room began to fill with steam, he kissed her, pulling her to him. His hand slid down her backside to the vibrator that was imbedded in her ass as far as its base, which was shaped to prevent further entrance. He pushed it gently and received a welcome moan and a few complaints from her.

 

"Remember, you wear this for me" he whispered before taking her into the shower.  She hated to admit it, even to herself, but there was something she liked about wearing the plug.  When he had told her that she wore it for him, she had felt that same feeling she had felt noticed earlier. It gave her a warm glow, despite the humiliation she still felt.

 

The warm water on her body brought her back to the present and she looked up to see Tom smiling at her. He gently pulled her to him again, kissing her deeply as his hands began to rub a beautifully scented soap into her.  She felt herself relax into him, his kiss and his hands becoming her whole existence.  When his fingers reached down to rub her moist pussy, she moaned into his mouth. 

 

Tom broke off their kiss, seeing the far away look in her eyes.  He took her hands in his own, and squeezed some of the liquid soap into her hands.  It didn’t take her long to start to rub her hands over his body, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing under her hands.  Having done his upper body, she lowered herself to her knees,  soaping up his legs.  All the while she smiled as his cock  flinched, and she looked up at him to see if she would be allowed to give him some relief. 

 

He smiled down at her, taking her hand in his and placing it on his cock.  He leant back against the wall of the shower, closing his eyes as her hand worked up and down.  Marie resisted the urge to take him into her mouth, instead enjoying the  temporary control she had over him.  It didn’t take long until his cum was spurting onto her breasts, the water then washing it away. 

 

She felt his hand in her hair, pulling her up to her feet, as he again kissed her.  Her legs felt weak as his tongue played with hers.  When he broke of the kiss, he turned off the water and opened the door to retrieve two towels. And then, as they had washed each other, they dried each other, both seeming to not want to loose the sensual feeling of the shower just yet.

 

Returning to the bedroom, they began to get dressed to go out and eat. He insisted she wear a short black skirt and her black high-heeled shoes with no hose, despite the chill in the air outside. She was also assigned to wearing a tight white blouse with no bra. Despite her hesitancy, she was excited at his orders, knowing that this was the weekend for living out some of her fantasies too.

 

As soon as they had readied themselves for a night out he presented her with a tiny item that he insisted she wear. She eyed the small device, wondering exactly what it was and what it was for. Understanding her confusion he told her to pull down her  panties and he would apply the tiny device. As she complied, he explained the device to her.

 

"These three tiny clamps" he explained, "attach to you. One attaches to your clitoris and the other two to your labia. As you can see, " he continued, "This short end slides partially inside you."

 

She cringed, wondering how painful it would be. Still, she thought, she had agreed to be his for the entire weekend and to obey him. And, so far as she could see, there was little to regret or that she had not enjoyed, other than the minor discomfort she felt and was still feeling in her ass.

 

The sensation of the clamps was a bit startling at first. It pinched slightly but did not cause her more than a tiny moment of pain. “Good girl, you are doing very well Marie.”  She felt a sense of achievement  at his words and loved to see the pride in his eyes. It somehow made her feel determined to do her very best to please him. 

 

As she pulled up her panties again, she was surprised to find she could hardly feel the clamps and she was able to forget about them.  In fact, as she gave her appearance a final glance in the mirror, she could see a twinkle in her eye, knowing what she was secretly wearing.  

 

They gathered their coats and headed out into the cold night air. The restaurant that he was taking her to was within walking distance, he explained. So, arm in arm, they strolled to his favorite eatery, quietly chattering about the night. She had worried that she might be a disappointment to him, and wondered if their lovemaking had been truly satisfying. He assured her that it was satisfying and that he was far from disappointed. And, he related, he hoped that she was receiving as much gratification as he was. She assured him that she was.

 

A few blocks down the street he pulled her into a darkened alley and pushed her to her knees, commanding she pleasure him.

 

"Here?" she asked, startled and looking around nervously. "This is a public alley, someone will see us!" she said, her warm breath fogging the air.

 

"Here." he stated. "The faster you do this the less chance of being seen. So, get to work."

 

Moments later, after looking around nervously, she unzipped his fly and pulled out his member, already hard with anticipation. She had been more than a bit shocked at his request, but by the tone of his voice she knew he meant business.  Drawing in a breath, she closed her eyes and pushed her mouth down over him, sucking him.

 

He watched her head bob back and forth, enjoying the vision of her lips sliding over his cock. He was pleased by her skill, noticing how she used her tongue to flick over the tip of his cock as she pulled back and then how she pressed it up against him as she pushed forward.

 

His hands slipped to her head, pushing her down onto him and his cock to the back of her throat. Already primed for his roughness, she endured, fighting off her gag reflex and taking him into her throat with each downward thrust of her head.

 

His orgasm built quickly. Then, at the final moment, he pulled her from his cock, grabbing her hair and holding her head upturned and steady in front of his cock. His free hand grasped his cock and stroked through his orgasm, spewing semen across her face and into her opened mouth.

 

She closed her eyes, helpless in the moment, feeling the warmth of his cum splatter on her face and into her mouth. When he was done, she opened her eyes to see him standing over her. She moved not an inch as he began rubbing his cock across her face, spreading his semen.

 

Again, he pressed his cock into her mouth, pushing her down on him. He held her steady and hard against him. Her lips pressed against his body as he grew steadily softer, slowly and mercifully withdrawing from her throat.

 

He pulled her up and spun them around, pushing her up against the alley wall. His body leaned against hers as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them. Then, grasping her hair again, he pulled her head back and whispered in her ear, "You have my mark for the evening, do not clean it off."