Matthew’s hands are on my breasts again, and I can’t even catch my breath before he removes one of the clamps. Pain and heat sweep through me, gathering in my core. The other clamp comes off and I’m dizzy with sensation. There’s too much of all of it, and at the same time I need more. I want more.
Fingers drift down my ribs, grip my hips, and I feel him against me. Oh god. We stopped using condoms a few months ago and I’m still not used to how good it feels. He lifts me up so I’m on my toes and lets me sink down onto his cock, and I’m moaning because oh yes yes yes I’ve missed this. Fuck being deprived of senses I’ve been deprived of this.
He always fills me up, but standing I can feel the whole length and thickness. It’s all I can feel, and I can’t move, can’t do anything. I’m his captive, his sub, his wife. I’m his, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Matthew thrusts up into me with slow, steady strokes, and I can barely breathe. Please, more. I beg him in my mind because I can’t speak. I arch my back towards him, trying to get closer. And he reads my cues, picking up his speed. He slams deep into me, hitting that spot so far inside that makes me see sparkles and fireworks.
Holding me still with his hands, he fucks me. The pleasure of each stroke rolls over me, pulling me steadily higher and higher and I can’t stop begging him even through the gag. I’m telling him not to stop and to fuck me harder. It’s all just noise, and getting louder. He thrusts harder into me, grabbing my ass and pulling me down onto him with each stroke.
I can feel his breath on my skin and I can feel that he’s close. I’m close too. I’ve been holding it back, but I can’t anymore. I let go, sinking into the orgasm. My head falls back and I scream out this pleasure. It’s so sharp that it almost hurts, burning through my nerves like a nova. So bright it’s blinding and I’ll never forget this moment.
Matthew comes moments later, and I feel his warmth inside me, cock jerking as he fucks me into aftershocks of pleasure. I don’t have the strength to stand anymore, and I’m being held up by his cock and my cuffs.
There’s a kiss pressed to the side of my neck and Matthew disappears for a moment, slipping out of me. He returns, cleaning me with a washcloth before gently removing the headphones from my ears. Even though the playroom is quiet, this silence feels loud in comparison. “Welcome back,” Matthew says, voice rough. He steps behind me to unhook the gag, and my jaw aches a little. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” I say, my words slurring a little.
Matthew chuckles, and unties the blindfold. “Keep your eyes closed,” he says. “Let them adjust before opening.”
I do. I’m not sure I could open my eyes even if he’d told me to. He unstraps my legs first, and I find myself standing normally again, as he unbuckles my hands. He doesn’t remove the mittens though.
Scooping me off my feet, I’m cradled in his arms and we begin to walk. I open my eyes slowly. “Where are we going?”
“Our bedroom,” he says as we walk through the door.
I look around, still a little confused. I’m not quite back yet. “Are we finished?”
“Not remotely.”
“Then why are we here?”
Matthew lays me on the bed, lifting my arms to their place attached to the headboard. “Because I played with my sub, and now I’m going to make love to my wife.” He leans down and kisses me, bringing me back to myself, and impossibly arousing me again. “And if you’re very very good, I’ll let you have your hand back the next time around.”
I laugh. “The next time? Are we sleeping before our flight to Hawaii?”
He raises an eyebrow. “It’s a long flight. We can sleep on the plane.”
My pussy clenches in anticipation. “All night?”
“All night, as many times as I choose.” He settles between my legs and I gasp as he enters me again.
I arch against him and give him the sexiest look I can. “It’s my wedding night too. Do I get to choose at all?”
He pauses, giving me a considering look. “You may choose one thing.”
“Your mouth,” I say without hesitation. “I want your mouth on me again.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, “Because if that’s your choice, you’ll get it. I’ll take my time with you and by the time I’m done I’ll have your pussy memorized. But you don’t get any more choices. After that, you’re mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I say softly.
He smiles, “Damn right.” Suddenly serious, he adds, “I hope you know how much I love you, Emma. I love having you in my life, I love having you in my bed, I love dominating you. I love that I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”