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She was beautiful.

Her dark hair tumbled in tousled curls around her face.
Her lashes were still impossibly dark and thick thanks to the makeup clerk, and
her lips were full and red from Jack’s kisses. And her breasts. God, her
breasts looked like something out of a porn magazine. She opened her robe,
pushing it to the outside of her breasts so she could get a better look. The
tips of her nipples were bound into tight round pebbles under the clips and the
chain shone between them, linking her breasts. With the bands of cranberry silk
running down the sides of her body, she didn’t look like a woman that needed to
lose twenty pounds. She looked full and lush and ready to be fucked. She looked
like she belonged in a harem and not on the PTA.

Gingerly she reached up and smoothed a finger over the
exposed tip of her nipple. Her gasp at her own touch sent the tiny bells
chiming and her pussy clenched. It was like he’d installed buttons to
immediately turn up her desire.

“You can come out now.” Jack sounded so smug and sure
of himself. She decided it was time to take some of the power back.

~~~~~

He sat in bed, his erection tenting the sheet in front
of him. “While you were sleeping, I ordered us something to eat.” He motioned
to a covered tray on the small side table. A bottle of proseco sat chilling in
an ice bucket. “In case you’re hungry.” He’d known the food was coming the whole
time he was putting the clips on her. They could have been interrupted any
time. The look of smug satisfaction on his face made her more determined than
ever to make him lose control.

“I see.” She lifted the cover and glanced at the fruit
and cheese plate underneath. Picking up the bottle of sparkling wine instead,
she opened it with a soft pop and poured two glasses. She walked toward him,
making sure her robe hung open exposing her breasts and their jewelry.
Exaggerating the sway of her hips, she made the bells tinkle. His lips parted,
and he couldn’t take his eyes off her nipples and their adornments. He looked
hypnotized by the sparkling crystals, and her confidence soared.

“I am hungry.” She handed him a glass and took a sip
of her own wine. It was cold and crisp, and bubbles danced on her tongue. “But we
can get back to the food later.” Setting the glass on the nightstand on his
side of the bed, she reached for the sheet that covered him. “Whatcha got under
there?”

She pulled down the sheet, and his cock stood out from
his body like a steel rod. Christine licked her lips and watched as Jack’s eyes
grew dark. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she bit her bottom lip and reached
out to run a finger down the velvet smooth skin of his erection. His cock
twitched under her fingers, and she grasped it, stilling it with her hand, and
squeezed the hot hard length of him.

Jack groaned and reached for the silver chain, but
Christine moved back before he could catch it.

“It’s my turn.” She cupped her breasts weighing them
with her hands. It made the bells jingle and the chain swing. The jewelry
tugged deliciously on her tortured nipples and slick wet heat flooded her
pussy. She looked at Jack and tried to let her desire show in her eyes. “Thank
you for the jewelry.” She gave her breasts another jiggle that sent the crystals
dancing and his gaze back to her nipples. “But I didn’t get you anything.”
Another jiggle. Jack looked struck dumb by the swinging crystals.

“Believe me, baby; this is a present for me, too.”

“We can do better. Why don’t you relax and let me fuck
you this time.” She heard his breath catch in his throat and smiled at her own
brazenness. Seeing how much he wanted her, gave her a confidence she’d never
had before.

Standing beside the bed, she bent and looped the
silver chain linking her nipples over his erect cock. When she leaned back
gently, the chain pulled his cock and stretched her already overly sensitive
nipples to long peaks. God, it felt amazing and looked erotic as hell—that thin
silver chain pulling on his impossibly hard cock and her nipples stretched and
straining under the delicious tugging. She was so wet; she could feel the
slickness on her inner thighs.

She wanted to climb onto the bed and impale herself
cock, to sink all that velvet covered steel deep inside her. But the look on
his face kept her from doing it.

He watched, mesmerized as the chain lifted his cock
and the crystals dangled from her bound nipples. The look of hunger on his face
was so raw; she wasn’t ready for it to end yet.

Careful not to pull the clips off her nipples, she bent
her head and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He groaned and thrust up
with his hips while she sucked and licked the head of his erection. The chain
kept her from moving much, and she wanted to slide her mouth along his length
and take him deep in her throat.

She stood carefully, guiding the chain over the head
of his cock still wet from her mouth.

“Wait. What? Wait. Where are you going?” He looked
forlorn, and she smiled at him.

“Put your legs together.” Christine climbed into the
bed and straddled his knees.

When she took him in her mouth this time, she slid
straight down until her lips met the base of his cock. The chain fell between
his thighs and the bells and beads hanging from her nipples tickled his thighs.
From his sitting position she could see him watching her nipples and she took
extra care dragging the crystals along the skin of his upper thighs while she
worked her mouth up and down the length of him, licking and sucking every inch
of his cock. She savored him, running her tongue along the underside of his
cock and then hollowing her cheeks to suck hard. But she deliberately fought
starting a rhythmic slide over him. She wanted to prolong things as long as
possible.

“God, Chrissy, please.” Jack moaned, and she grinned
around his cock. Need was naked in his eyes, and when he pulled on her
shoulders, trying to lift her up, she let go of him and slid up to straddle his
cock. She held him pressed at her swollen wet opening and then watched his eyes
as she sat down, taking him deep into her body. Her control shattered, and she
rode him, sliding up the length of his cock before slamming down, grinding her
aching clit against his pelvis.

Jack grabbed her hips and panted. “I won’t last.”

“I don’t care.” Her words came out on a whimper. Her
breasts ached and her nipples were throbbing. She fought against his hands.

“I do.” He pulled her down hard, sinking into her and
they both moaned. Still impaled on his cock, she thrust her breasts toward him.

“Please, Jack.” She needed him, needed something.

“Ready, baby?”

She couldn’t speak so she nodded. Jack held her breast
while she ground herself against him. With a quick tug, he pulled the clip off
her nipple. She screamed. She was on fire. All the blood rushed back into her
nipple and with it came sensations she’d never felt before.

“Shh, baby.” Jack’s voice shook with strain. Tenderly,
he cupped her breast and then his mouth was on her, suckling and soothing her
tight round bud.

She was going to explode. It was more than she could
take. Her back bowed, and her fingers slid into his hair, holding him to her
breast. She felt him everywhere – his cock buried inside her, his mouth on one
nipple, and the tortuous tugging of the clip still attached to her other
nipple.

“Please, please,” she pleaded. She couldn’t stand the
clip for another moment. She couldn’t stand not to have his mouth suckling her.

Jack released her nipple from his mouth with a soft
pop. He watched her, his gaze locked on her face while he pulled off the other
clip. She threw her head back, keening, and thrust her nipple at him. He
suckled her and she lost her mind.

Achingly slowly, he started to move. She rode him, and
the waves of pleasure from his mouth and cock crashed over her.

“Love you so much,” she panted.

Jack lifted his head from her breast. “I love you,
too.” They stared into each other’s eyes. Holding her hip with one hand, he
slid the other hand between them and started to rub her swollen clit.

When her eyes drifted closed this time, she did see
fireworks as the orgasm roared through her.

~~~~~

“I’m hungry.” Christine sprawled against the pillows
on the bed beside him. She looked rumpled, relaxed and well-loved.  She still
wore the robe he’d given her, but it hung open, leaving her breasts uncovered.
The tips of her nipples were still little round pebbles from where the clips
had held them.

He couldn’t believe how seeing her nipples decorated
with the pretty clips he’d chosen had turned him on. It was so much better than
he’d imagined. And God, that thing she’d done with his cock. The way she used
the chain to lift his cock, the way it had pulled her nipples to long peaks, it
made him hard just thinking about it.

She’d liked it, too. He could tell. When he took the
clips off and she screamed, he’d been so scared he hurt her. Thankfully, some
of the reviews he read when he picked the jewelry warned about how intense it
could be when they were removed. She’d held his head to her breast like a vice.
He loved how much she wanted him to suck on her, and he loved the way her nipples
felt in his mouth. The clips left the tips pebbled to tight round balls. He
looked over at her bare breasts. Hell, they still protruded farther than normal
with the tip of her nipples sticking out like buttons. He reached out and
stroked a finger over one of the tight buds, and she flinched.

“Are you sore, baby?” God, he hoped not. He never
wanted to hurt her, but he definitely wanted to do that again.

“Not sore exactly. Just extra sensitive. I can feel my
nipples even without anything touching them, and the silk of the robe rubbing
them is too much. I loved it, jack. I mean it; it was amazing. Every feeling
was amplified. I had no idea. Thank you.”

She sounded so sincere, and he felt simultaneously
embarrassed and proud. Proud that he’d made her feel like that and embarrassed
that she thought she had to thank him for something that he enjoyed so much.

He climbed out of bed, pausing to bend his head to
lick the swollen tips of her nipples on his way. Her gasp of pleasure made his
cock twitch. Jesus, was he ever going to get enough of her? He still couldn’t
believe how quickly things had turned around for them. He grabbed their glasses
and turned to refill them.

“You definitely don’t have to thank me. It was my
pleasure. God, Chrissy.” He handed her a glass of the sparkling wine and set
the cheese tray on the bed next to her. “Do you have any idea what a turn on it
is for me to watch you enjoy yourself? And when I’m the one making you feel
good – look.” He faced her, holding his glass in one hand and his thickening cock
in the other. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I feel like a horny
teenager.”

She choked on a mouthful of pear.

“It’s not funny. Look.” He shook his cock at her, and
she dissolved into giggles. Watching her laugh made the corners of his own mouth
turn up. “Go ahead and laugh.” Jack climbed onto the bed beside her and took
her earlobe between his teeth. He felt a tremor run through her. “You’re the
one who’s going to have to do something about it.”

He kissed her softly, tenderly. She tasted like pears
and wine and he started to lose himself in the kiss. His fingers tangled in her
tousled curls, and he used the other hand to cup her breast, careful not to
touch her nipple. She responded immediately, opening to him completely. Her
eagerness floored him. How had this happened? He’d almost missed it all because
he’d assumed she didn’t like sex as much as he did. There was a whole world of
physical intimacy they’d barely explored and they’d almost missed it. He had to
tell her he wouldn’t let it happen again—that he’d pay attention and wouldn’t
take her for granted.

Still holding the soft warm weight of her breast in
his hand, he broke the kiss. She looked at him out of eyes heavy-lidded with
desire.

“Chrissy, I’m sorry. I haven’t been the kind of lover
you deserved.”

She reached up and laid a finger over his lips. “I
haven’t been what you needed either. That was then; this is now.” She stroked a
finger over his lips, tracing the contours of his mouth. He opened his lips and
caught the pad of her finger between his teeth, and her eyes went dark with
hunger. “Jack.” She smiled at him over the rim of her wine glass. “What about
that bowl of water? And what’s in the other box?”

~~~~~

She took shallow breaths and tried desperately to hold
still while the razor stroked over her skin. She was back in the chair—unbound
this time—with Jack kneeling between her legs.

He’d refilled the bowl with hot water, and he used it
to rinse the razor between strokes. Warm water trickled over the lips of her
pussy, and she gritted her teeth to keep from squirming. Christine watched as
the razor stroked off the shaving cream and her curly dark pubic hair, leaving
the bare skin beneath. It took him a few passes over the same area to make her
skin completely smooth.

With every stroke of the razor, warm water dribbled
over her sensitive lips, mixing with her own slick heat. His hands touching her
so tenderly, pulling her skin tight so he could shave her bare hard her
squirming in the chair. And the way he looked at her pussy, all eager intensity—excited
her almost as much as his touch. She was so wet; she worried she’d dissolve.

“Almost done, baby.” Jack didn’t look up. All of his
attention was focused on the job at hand. “I just have to get down here.” He
stroked a finger below her naked lips to her perineum, and she fought to keep
from wiggling closer to his finger. “Could you pull your knees back for me so I
can see what I’m doing?”

She complied, grabbing her knees and pulling them
toward her chest. She was completely open to him and completely exposed. She
didn’t even have her pubic hair to cover her. It was more exciting than she
could have imagined. She let her eyes drift closed and enjoyed the feeling of
his hands on her. He put his palm over her pussy and pressed up, finally
providing some stimulation to her swollen clit. His fingers held the skin of
her perineum taught, and she felt the stroke of the razor. Warm water trickled
down the crack of her ass, teasing her. He made a few more passes with the
razor and then she felt the coarse terry cloth of a warm wet wash cloth
cleaning the last of the shaving cream off her newly exposed skin.