I try to lift my arms and legs, but Tristan has been meticulous with my restraints. My movement has never been restricted to this degree. I almost panic for a moment, but I remind myself that this is my husband. Anything that he does to me while I’m this way is for his and mypleasure.
“What are you going to do tome?”
“Anything that I want, mon bien-aimé.”
He can say that, but it’s not exactly the truth. He’ll be tamer than he likes to be because of my pregnancy. Of that, I’mcertain.
Pleasure and pain. I have learned that with Tristan, you don’t receive one without the other when doing a Dom-sub scene. And I’ve also learned that I like it that way. I crave the pain as much as he yearns to inflictit.
Tristan pushes the front of my gown up and drags his tongue over my stomach, leaving a cool, damp trail on my skin.I tense in response, my inner muscles clenching as his tongue barely dips into the front of mypanties.
I try unsuccessfully to lift my hips. “Lower…” Iwhisper.
His long arm stretches upward and two of his fingers push into my mouth. “Quiet, mon bien-aimé. Your husband isn’t taking orderstonight.”
Tonight? Who is he kidding? My husband never takesorders.
I suck his fingers the same way I suck his cock, and he groans before pulling them from my mouth. “Fuck, you know how to work that little mouth of yours. But lucky for you, I know how to work minetoo.”
I lie still, waiting, my breathing fast and shallow as I anticipate what Tristan will do next. And then I feel his hand between my breasts pulling on the bow holding my gown together. “Mmm… I love how easily this is comingoff.”
My gown opens and Tristan grips my breasts, thumbing my nipples. His mouth covers one and he sucks it hard. I want to moan, arch my back, push my fingers into his hair, but I’m helpless. I can’t do anything but bear what he does tome.
His moves lower and kisses the space over one of my hip bones. “Hmm… I wonder what happens if I pull onthis.”
The fabric loosens over each hip, and he pulls my panties away so that I’m completely bare. I hear the sound of air sucking in and then a deep, throaty growl. “Fuuuck. Mrs. Broussard, I believe that I have been doing myself an injustice by not allowing you to choose your own lingerie. You have excellent tasteindeed.”
There’s the slightest touch to the lower part of my opening, and I can feel his finger sliding around through the wetness.Playing.
“Already so wet.” His voice is low and thick with lust, making me burn even hotter for histouch.
I tilt my hips up slightly and he swats my pussy, not hard but still enough to get my attention. “Tell me who is in control,wife.”
“You are in control, Husband.Always.”
“That’sright.”
His hand cups me between my legs, and he rubs as if to soothe away the sting that his swat might have caused. One of his fingers curls around my pussy and toys with my aching clit, escalating my desperate need. It’s torture of the sweetest kind, and I need so much more fromTristan.
I feel the mattress dip when he moves again, and I wait to see where he’s going this time. It feels as though his weight settles between my legs, and I know I’m right when his facial hair scrapes against my inner thighs as he moves intoposition.
I feel his warm breath against my ultra-sensitive folds, and then his fingers spread apart my slit, making room for his wet tongue to push into my hole. The pressure of his tongue sliding against the bundle of nerves inside of my pussy is satisfying, but it also deepens my need for more. I want so badly to lift my hips and rock with Tristan, but I don’t dareto.
The build is slower this way, agonizingly so, but the pleasure grows inside my pelvis. It’s like a balloon being blown up one breath a time until it reaches its full capacity. His mouth closes around my clit, sucking, and the balloon of ecstasyexplodes.
My entire body tenses, pulling on the ropes, and the whole bed shakes. “Ohhh…”
I lie there content and blissful when the contractions in my pelvis and pulsation in my pussy stop. I may even be a little orgasm-drunk when he crawls on top of me, and his large muscular body settles between my legs. Despite the intense pleasure that just rocked me to my core, I want more of this man. I don’t think I’ll ever getenough.
Tristan is naked, and I can feel his erection between my thighs. My inclination is to spread my legs wider, invite him inside of me, but that isn’t possible with myrestraints.
He shifts on top of me, adjusting the weight of his body, and the tip of his erection rubs against the lips of my pussy. I’m wet and slick so he slides in easily when he pushes his cock inside ofme.
He lowers his lips to mine for a kiss and devours my moan when he pulls back and pushes into me again. He moves faster, his thrusts deep and rhythmic as his cock stretches my inner walls. “You feel even tighter with your legs restrained likethis.”
One would think that this position wouldn’t be satisfying, but they’d be wrong. Tristan’s thick cock is actually hitting just the right spot every time he thrusts inside of me. And it isn’t long until the pleasure rises and explodes inside of meagain.
A deep, resonant moan is expelled from Tristan’s chest. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock so fuckinggood.”
