They've eaten dinner, they're watching TV. It's warm tonight, with a gentle breeze coming from the south, and Shane's got ideas. "Feel like playing?"
Marlee eyes him with a little smile. “I assume you don’t mean basketball,” she signs.
"No," Shane checks his phone. It's definitely warm enough for what he's thinking. "I mean, you go out to the playroom, close the door, undress, and lay down on your back on the bench, that's what I mean."
Marlee’s eyebrows go up. She considers for a moment, then nods. He seems to be in a good mood, and she wants to try again. “Okay.” She leans in to kiss him, then stands and heads for the playroom.
Shane quickly changes clothes, an undershirt and loose sweatpants for easy moving. He mentally catalogs where each of the items that he wants to use is hiding in the cabinets. He has a plan and a purpose and he strides to the playroom to show Marlee what that looks like.
When he arrives, she’s naked and lying down as he specified, her arms bent up by her chest a little bit protectively. She’s curious what Shane’s up to, and aroused by his obvious determination to get what he wants. She lifts her head up a little when he walks close enough to see, her expression questioning.
"Hi," he smiles at her, running a single finger along her body, from her navel up between her breasts. "You look delicious."
Marlee smiles, relaxing a little as he touches her. “Thank you. Feel free to eat me if you like.”
"I will," he signs. "Maybe. Later." He laughs, and kisses her lightly. "We're going to have a lot of fun. If you're good for me. You're going to be good, right?"
“I’ll be good,” Marlee agrees. “I’ll try, at least.”
He nods, that'll do. "I can work with that. Stay here, I'll be right back," he promises, turning to the cabinet. He pulls out a variety of objects and sticks them in his pockets, quickly, and true to his word, is right back at her side. "Do you trust me?" It's a loaded question, especially after everything that's recently transpired, but it came out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
“Of course,” Marlee replies immediately. They’ve had their bumps in the road, but that’s something she’s never doubted. She trusts Shane implicitly, and she needs him to know that so that he can do what he needs to do, so that they can keep going along the road they’ve started off on together.
"Good, because no questions tonight, tonight, you do what I say." Shane lays a tangle of metal onto her stomach, then lifts the side platforms of the bench. "Here, legs apart," he directs, guiding one of her feet to the platform, giving it somewhere to rest, and giving him access to all the fun parts of her body.
The metal is cold, and she jerks a little, but keeps her eyes on his mouth so that she doesn’t miss anything. She lifts her other leg into place and watches him expectantly. It does make her feel exposed, but the position’s not as vulnerable as some for her.
"I'd have done this on the bed, but the height's wrong," he signs, and kisses her knee. "You look delicious. Now, it's time for a surprise." He lifts the puddle of chains and things from her belly and separates out one bit of it, holding it up. "Know what this is?"
Marlee shakes her head, looking at the shape of it and coming up blank. “No.”
Shane laughs and slips two fingers between her soft labia, bracketing her clit and rubbing up and down. He squeezes the small clamp open, still displayed in front of her. "Any guesses now?"
“Oh. Wow.” Marlee eyes it, looks down, then back up at him. It’s impossible not to react to how his fingers feel, strong and sure on soft tissue, and she shivers as he rubs. “Will it hurt a lot?”
"No more than this," he squeezes her clit easily, he's tested this thing, on his fingertip, his nipple, finally on the tip of his dick. He'd never want to hurt her in the place where it'll go. "You tell me if it's too much," he instructs, and puts the clamp in place, the chain smoothed up over her mound and stretched as he quickly picks up the rest of the jumble, straightens it, and attaches the other clamps to her nipples.
“God,” Marlee moans as it squeezes down on her, not pain, he’s right, but firm pressure. It’s actually surprisingly perfect, because a constant reminder is just what she needs when she’s in a scene. Then the nipple clamps, another tight pressure, and she moans softly at how it all feels. There’s a little voice in the back of her head that makes her want to jerk up and away at the intensity, but she can ignore it right now.
Grinning, he plays with the chain. He could give a sharp little tug, but he won't. Just running his fingers along it, taut as it is, should be enough to make her feel it, and that's what he's aiming for.
“Shane,” Marlee gasps, the changes in sensation subtle but amplified by the fact that she’s lying here, still, and there’s nothing to focus on but Shane and the way the her nipples and clit feel as blood flows into the tissue, restricted by metal. She can feel her clit start to throb, her pussy getting wet, and the fact that she’s not wearing any underwear means that it’s just going to slide down over her skin, getting Shane’s bench wet. She blushes at the thought.
"You're blushing," he says, and she is, all over. But the heat in her cheeks intrigues him and he wonders if she's embarrassed at the openness of the position she's in, or her enjoyment of what's happening, or what. "What's up with that?" He gives the chain the tiniest of tugs.
“I had a thought,” Marlee signs, gasping at the pressure barely bordering on pain, the way it makes her inexplicably want to ask for more after he eases up.
"I figured that," he snickers, watching her respond. This is perfect. She's utterly delectable. "What was the thought? Tell me!"
“I’m gonna...” She pauses for a moment, making a gesture between her legs. “Drip. On your furniture.”
Shane laughs. Pulls his hands away from her body, just in case, and laughs, full out, whole body shaking with the delight of it. "Of course you are!" He spreads her lips and slides a fingertip inside of her. She's already wonderfully wet and dripping is probably imminent. "I want you to!"
Marlee laughs a little with him, but the sensation is almost overwhelming, the way his finger rubs against the top wall of her vagina somehow intensifying the pressure on her clit so that her body wriggles and the laughter dies in her throat, shifting into a startled moan.
"Just as I figured," Shane nods. "You need to be filled up. I have something for that. I need my hands free for other things or I'd just keep my fingers inside." He pulls the dildo from his pocket and shows her. "I think you'll like this." It has a fairly wide shaft that tapers, and a flared base that essentially forms a handle, quite like a butt plug, and slides into her easily, held in place, full and filling.
She’s thinking immediately about what he needs his hands for, wondering, but then she’s looking at this toy that looks a little intimidating and there a flare of need in her belly. One thing she’s never been ashamed of is her joy in getting fucked, and even with the dildo resting still inside of her, it awakens her whole pussy, working with the clamp as she squeezes down on it and making her gasp again. “It’s good,” she manages to sign.
"Good, good," he nods, running his hands over her body, up her thighs, hips, sides. "You look wonderful." He kisses her belly, nuzzling in for a moment, inhaling her scent, warm and aroused. He really is a sensualist, he has to acknowledge that in himself.
“Thank you,” Marlee replies out loud, looking down at him. “What’s next?”
"Things," Shane signs. One handed signs are so awesome, he can keep a hand on her skin, teasingly circling all over her thigh. "Fun." He bites a line down her stomach, following each touch of teeth with a touch of tongue. He could spend a year at this.
Marlee whimpers a little, her back arching and the movement jostling the clamps. She’s starting to access the part of her brain that just wants more, harder, faster, longer, and she drops a hand into Shane’s hair instinctively, gripping at it.
He laughs, looking up. "Something you want?" He knows what the answer will be. More.
“Keep going,” Marlee replies. “I need you to keep going.”
"I didn't stop, did I?" He extracts the next item from his pockets. Deep pockets are the best things ever. The mini vibrator is shaped like a lipstick and he traces her lips with it. "It's not really for that," he explains, flipping the switch and letting her feel the power the little thing provides.
“I hope not,” Marlee signs, laughing a little.
He slides the vibe down her body slowly, moving it over her collarbones, resting it for a moment at the hollow of her throat. Turning, he rolls it slowly, with his fingertips, down between her breasts. Reaching between her legs, he flicks her clit with his thumb just as he tucks the vibrator under the Y intersection of the chain running between the three clamps.
Marlee makes a half-sound, a plosive burst of air as he suddenly amps up the sensation all at once. It may not be that painful, maybe far less than some subs can take, but for her it’s a lot and a lot is exactly what she needs right now. She grabs the sides of the bench and makes a loud sound, just pushing some of the tension out of her body with her vocal chords. She realizes that she’s going to come and they’ve only been here for ten minutes.
Shane flicks again, more gently this time, more of a caress, just enough to see if he can make her respond with that sound again. It's a good sound, and it goes right to a good place inside of him. He nods he way. Whatever she needs right now is where he's willing to go. Right now.
It’s permission enough, and the buzz along with the pinch have Marlee coasting along that path towards vibrator-induced orgasm--not the same, exactly, as when she uses her hands or gets fucked, but more of an insistent kind of push over the edge. She grips down on the dildo and feels herself start to shake, shouting out loud as it drives her forward.
"Do it," Shane orders, looking right into her eyes. He lifts the chain, just a little, strengthening the power of the vibrations moving through it.
It’s almost too much, but Marlee’s already coming when he says it and the uptick in vibration sends her into wave after wave of pleasure until she’s muttering “stop, stop.”
"You want me to stop?" He doesn't.
“It’s... Shane,” she cries out.
He leans over, close, no way for her to not know exactly what he's asking. "Do you want me to stop?"
“Not everything,” Marlee says quickly. “Not the scene. Just... it’s too much.”
"Okay." He lifts the vibrator away, and bends to kiss her, plundering her mouth with his tongue and biting at her lips, fingers tangling into her hair.
Marlee gasps a little into the kisses, still held just off balance and loving the way Shane just goes for it without hesitation. She whimpers slightly at the press of teeth and tug of her hair, pulling against his hold to see if he’ll hold on.
He does hold on, and gives a little tug in return. "Trying to struggle? You want to fight?" If she wants a fight, after coming like that, he's happy to oblige. "Fine by me." Without any warning, he pulls the dildo from her pussy, abandoning their kisses to pop it into his mouth, sucking it clean of her juices.
That wasn’t exactly what Marlee expected, and she stares for a second, her brain trying to catch up to her eyes. Her hand drops to her pussy without thinking and presses against it, fingers on either side of the clamp.
"Stop that," he bats her hand away. "This is mine," his thumb brushes her clit again. "Mine. You only touch if I say you can."
Marlee makes a soft sound, her too-sensitive skin firing eager responses to her brain. Something in her wants to wrestle, demand, get him to hold her as hard as he can and just take until she forgets how to breathe. She wants to be grabbed and possessed and there’s something edging on danger in that but she’s safe here, and it’s tempting. She lies relatively still, warring with herself on how to react.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" He cups her, fiddling with the chain leading to the clamp. He can only imagine how oversensitive she must be, how tight the clamp must feel, how off-kilter the constant stimulation must be making her. And that's just what he wants. "Who?"
“Fuck,” she gasps, the tension evident on her face as she reaches for him with one hand, grabbing his bicep.
He shakes his head, and scowls. "That's not an answer." He tightens his grip on her, her slick juices coating his fingers. "Whose cunt is this?"
Marlee lets out a short, sharp scream, and then pants out her answer, breathless and almost a challenge with the fiery way her eyes lock on his. “Yours.”
"That's right, don't forget it," and he lets her go, because hurting what's his? Isn't on the menu. He picks up the dildo and licks it again. It still tastes of her and he savors it, licking all around it like a popsicle. When it's glistening from his tongue, he dangles it in front of her. "Want this back in?"
“Yeah,” Marlee replies, an almost growl of a word. She’s hungry for it, now, everything, gripping the bench again.
Shaking his head again, he drops the dildo on her belly, right on top of the chain, knowing it'll jerk. "Ask nicely," he signs.
“Fuck!” she gasps again. “Please,” she signs, a little sharply. She’s half ready to just shove the damn thing inside herself, except that if her cunt is his tonight, she wants him to show her.
He shakes his head once more. "I'm not convinced. Nice." He signs the last word, high, right in front of his face, emphasizing it. "Be nice."
“Please,” Marlee signs again, a little more contrite, though of course she has to keep going, “shove that thing up inside my pussy and take me, Shane, own me, just fucking do it.” She snarls a little, pushing up, her breasts pushing forward and making the clamps jerk on her nipples with the weight of the chain.
He laughs. That's the passion he loves and the need he was waiting for her to show him. He sprawls over her, opening her pussy wide with one hand, teasing her with the tip of the dildo just to see what she does. Her clit looks beautiful in the clamp, swollen and red and needy. He flutters the tip of his tongue against it.
Without bondage, Marlee could never have the patience some girls do, and that flick of his tongue just turns her into an animal, grabbing his wrist and forcing the dildo inside. In this mood, all she wants is more, and it doesn’t seem to her inconsistent with the idea of this being his--if he wants it, he can take all the control back from her, and she knows it.
Of course he pulls the dildo right back out. He doesn't bother to tell her that she'll have it when he's ready, he just goes right back to what he was doing, shaking off her hand to tease her, dildo and tongue and puffs of cool breath against her wet clit.
“Damn it!” she cries, scratching deep grooves into the bench’s padding with her fingernails. Her head tosses from side to side, but the initial burst of energy is fading and she simply doesn’t have enough physical strength to keep fighting for very long.
He eases the clamp away, and surrounds her clit with his lips, sucking softly, tenderly. He slowly slides the dildo into her, bit by bit.
“Shane,” Marlee moans, bearing outward with her muscles and trying to open up in advance of the toy, pressing her hips forward.
Gotcha, he thinks, and he sucks harder, fucking her slowly with the toy, pressing it all the way in and drawing it almost completely out. He's not trying to make her come again, just trying to bring her to the edge of need. He doesn't think it'll take long, not the way she's still squirming and questing beneath him.
Marlee breathes a sigh of relief when the dildo pushes deep inside her, the slow slide calming her enough to stop demanding so persistently. His mouth on her clit, though, is something else, the swollen tissue pulsing against his lips as blood flow resumes, and it’s not long before she’s rocking her hips with his motions, desperate for something to take the edge off.
He hums against her, letting the vibrations move through her. If this gets her there, fine, if not, he'll let her have it for a little while longer.
“Shane,” Marlee moans, clawing at the padding. She’s not sure whether she wants to come or not, or whether she can, she’s just so stimulated. The muscles of her arms and legs are starting to shake.
He takes her hand, giving it a good squeeze. The energy moving through her is amazing, and so he doubles down, now he's going to make her come if it's the last thing he does, but in his fashion and at his pace, not hers.
She hefts out a breath of air and forces her muscles to relax a little, rather than straining towards orgasm. She makes herself breathe deeply, enjoy what he’s doing to her, and it helps her body to calm down, tension leaking out.
He can feel her relax, feel the quaking of her legs slow and cease, and in the back of his mind, one little word: win! Letting go of her hand, he gives a little tug on the chain that now connects only her nipples.
Marlee moans softly, her head tipping back. She’s not sure why all the fight’s gone out of her all of a sudden, but she just doesn’t feel like fighting anymore.
Shane moves, keeping his mouth on her, but kneeling on the lower part of the bench between her legs, getting a good angle to do this at the slow, leisurely pace he's aiming for. From here, he can lave his tongue wetly all around her clit between long easy sucking. And he feels wholly within his element, headspace engaging and lifting him right up like the tide coming in. Anyone who would say that a dom can't worship his girl's pussy, for his own purposes, is just a big old liar.
Moaning softly, unselfconscious, Marlee lets herself ride this wave of relaxed pleasure, her body building up towards orgasm again on its own, but not in the usual way. It feels more directed by Shane’s actions, less in her own control. It’s further than she’s gone before, but she’s ready for it with him.
He nudges the dildo, then pulls it out again, slowly, watching her body give it up. The close-up view is gorgeous. When the toy is cast aside, his fingers take its place, curling upward, looking for just the right spot, just the right spot.
It’s obvious when he gets it, because Marlee reacts with a deep, throaty groan, her hips thrusting naturally against the stimulation that’s put her right up against the edge, ready for Shane to push her over.
He takes his time, because she tastes so good, and feels so good against his lips and around his fingers. He takes his time because he can. He takes her hand again, fingers laced together.
“Shane,” Marlee mumbles, though she’s sure it’s garbled. It’s just too much effort to concentrate on shapes of words right now, and instead she squeezes his hand to let him know she’s okay.
He knows she's okay. He can feel it, coursing over his fingers and down his palm. He can taste it, flooding his tongue. His mouth becomes merciless, driving, as his fingers beckon, persuade.
Marlee keeps mumbling his name, her body still relaxed until right up at the moment he shoves her over the edge, and she grips down hard on his hand, crying out.
He laughs. He laughs triumphantly, his fingers still trapped by the impressive muscles of her cunt, pulsing hard around him. He laughs right up against her hot, wet skin, his whole body shaking with the delight of it, his cock twitching hard in his pants, wanting its own relief, but its time will come.
Marlee’s breathing hard by the time she comes down from it, feeling utterly spent, but she still reaches with a shaky hand to pet Shane’s hair, wanting to keep that connection. She can feel his laughter against her body and she’s not really sure why he’s laughing, but she doesn’t mind.
"Are you petting me?" Shane stands, licking his lips and his fingers. "What am I, a puppy?"
“Puppy?” Marlee signs, looking confused.
He just snickers and opens his arms, beckoning her up. "Come here," he orders.
Marlee nods and pulls herself carefully up with her hands on his upper arms, curling against him. The weight of the chain pulls as she moves and she hisses quietly.
He kisses her hard, crushing her against him, pulling her legs around his waist. He knows the clamps probably hurt, but he needs her kiss enough that until she complains, that consideration will take a backseat to consuming her mouth with a heated hunger.
Marlee whimpers into the kiss, feeling him holding her and using that to settle, needing everything to be tight, confining right now. His need is obvious, and she hopes he won’t take her pliance and generally loopy behavior as a sign that she doesn’t want to do what she can for him.
He lifts her, pulling her legs tight around him, and heads right into the bedroom, depositing her soundly onto the bed. "Marlee," he lifts her chin, making sure he has her attention. "You with me?"
She nods, looking him in the eye. She wonders if she messed things up, if there was a lot more he wanted to do, and now she’s being carried out of the playroom and the scene’s presumably over. “I’m okay,” she manages to say.
"Good," he kisses her once again, and steps back, pointing. "Lie back. Hands up on the railing, holding on."
The order makes her mouth curve into a smile, and she’s not exactly sure why she’s relieved, but she goes with it, stretching slowly back in deference to her still somewhat uncooperative muscles. She finds the railing with her fingers and grips it loosely, watching him in case there are more instructions.
He kneels over her, pulling the roll of bondage tape from his pocket. "If this is too tight, you need to tell me." He winds the tape around her wrists, connecting them together, and then to the bed rail, making sure her hands are free enough to sign if she needs to. He steps back from the bed and looks her up and down, deciding about her legs.
“Okay,” Marlee agrees out loud, shivering a little at his eyes on her. She smiles at him, licking her lips, waiting relatively patiently for once.
He decides against any more bindings, crawling back on top of her, settling, his knees on either side of her hips. "Snug?" he asks, but he doesn't want an answer, he smothers any response with another searing kiss, sucking and biting her lips.
Marlee moans softly into the kiss, trying to communicate how good it feels when he touches her, and being bound up like this by both the tape and his body. It is snug, comfortable in an unexpected way. She realizes that she likes being like this, exhausted past her need to rebel and then pinned down safely in place, overwhelmed with affectionate contact.
The change in her attitude is palpable, and he smiles. "Good girl," he praises, kneeling up to peel his shirt off, going for skin on skin as he shimmies down her body, laying a line of biting kisses along the slope of her breast.
She whimpers softly, back arching, though she can’t quite choose whether to move away or towards his teeth. Not much of a choice in bondage, so she just lets herself enjoy, watching him as he moves down.
"No?" He signs the word where she can see, his mouth still on her skin, but soothing now. If the bites aren't working for her then he can do better things. He kisses all over her chest and throat, playfully. "Better?"
Marlee smiles. “It’s good. I like teeth, too,” she clarifies. It’s hard to say which she’d prefer, either way means Shane’s mouth on her so she can hardly complain about that.
Well, that's good, so he goes back to it, biting down to her nipple, sliding a clamp off to suck, his hands sliding up her immobile arms to blanket her body, hold her down even more. Her skin tastes as good as her pussy and every nerve ending in his body is lighting up with need for just more of her.
The removal of the clamp, followed by his tongue, are a sudden jolt, and Marlee cries out, jerking in his hold. It fucking hurts, but he’s pinning her in place and his eagerness is enough of a turn-on to try to pull through it, recenter herself.
The jerk tells him how much pain she felt, or at least gives him a good idea of it. He eases the other clamp off, soothing the nipple with easy fingers as his lips keep working the other. He doesn't want to rock her right to safeword when he feels like he's just getting started here.
The bit of panic in Marlee eases when he shifts gears, both clamps off now, and she can focus on letting herself ride through the pain, adjust to the blood flowing back into her nipples. Shane’s weight helps to steady her, and she focuses again on her breathing, easy in and out.
"You okay?" He checks in, the way she's breathing gives him a little pause.
“Yeah,” Marlee agrees, smiling at him. “Hurts. Not too much. Love you.”
"Good," he nips his way back down her body, sucking up a hard, vivid mark on the underside of her breast. Careful, no marks anywhere that might possibly be seen at all, but that gives him a great playground to work with.
Marlee moans as the pressure gets sharper on her skin, consciously keeping herself down and relaxed, not letting her muscles tense too tight. She likes this technique of just letting it come, not thinking too hard. She needs the reassurance from him, the bondage and the stimulation and the determination to plow ahead, to stay in that mental space, but so far they’re playing off each other well and it’s easy for her to sink down into it.
She seems good, so he moves in, another mark on the inside of the same breast, toying continually with the nipple he's been teasing, the gentleness of his fingers in direct contrast with the intensity of his mouth. He feels feral and wholly controlled all at once, the need to take her apart replaced with a need to just toy with her, tease, let them both get a little down and dirty, then brought back around again.
“Ah,” Marlee gasps at the next press of teeth, groaning softly, her fingers lacing together over her head. Her eyes blink closed for a few seconds, just a moment to enjoy the feeling of him and nothing else.
Even those few seconds of seeing her let go that way lights up Shane's brain like a 5,000 watt bulb has just been switched on. Sliding his mouth back around her nipple, he switches to a sweet, gentle pressure of tongue and lips as his hand moves between her legs once more, a teasing fingertip circling her clit.
“Shane!” Marlee gasps, her eyes opening again at the light stroke of his finger.
"Yes?" He smiles and kisses her gently. "What do you need? Tell me."
“Are... were...” Marlee frowns slightly, takes a moment to focus enough to get some words out. “Do you want to fuck me?”
"Yes," Shane nods. "Is that what you want? You need me here?" His finger slides lower, dipping inside of her.
“Yeah,” Marlee groans, feeling his finger and squeezing around it. “Need you... to come.” He’s been expertly guiding her through this scene, and now she just wants to know that he’s enjoyed himself, that she’s doing something for him as much as he is for her.
He laughs at that, it's just so Marlee. "I'm gonna come, baby, don't you worry." He kisses her sweet and soft.
“Good,” Marlee smiles against his lips.
"You feel ready?" She's soft and wet and feels ready around his teasing fingers but if she wants to come again, he'll give her that. "You need more of this?" He strokes inside of her. He could play with her for another year.
“No,” Marlee replies, shaking her head. It feels good, it always feels great when he does that, but she wants him inside her, fucking her. “I’m ready.”
"Good," Shane enjoys her for another minute, kissing all those places he left marks, now red and intensely angry looking. "Now I am too. Oh, wait," he isn't quite. He slips off the bed, standing right where she can see, and sheds his clothes as quickly as he can, and gets a condom on. "Mmm, I need something else." He rummages in the drawer and finds his safety scissors, snipping twice to cut her free from the bed.
“Here now?” Marlee asks, wiggling her fingers and rolling her wrists, then reaching for him. She wants his weight back on top of him, to have that security.
"Right here, right now," he promises, and there he is, pulling her into his arms, pulling her legs around his waist so that he can slide into the heaven that is his Marlee.
Marlee smiles and nuzzles his shoulder as she pushes up to meet him, enjoying the familiar push of his cock inside her.
As much as he wants to hold onto the control, Shane's lost in her almost instantly. Everything that came before tonight just melts away as he rocks into her slowly, looking at her, awed by her.
There’s some sense of emotional catharsis for Marlee, a sense of getting through this whole thing with Shane and knowing that even if they have some distance to go, they can do this. He can occupy his topspace, she can occupy her subspace, and they can use that to strengthen their connection with and trust for each other. It feels comfortable and also like a deep sigh of relief to just be pressed together like this, moving together, seeing that familiar light in Shane’s eyes when he looks at her. “Love you,” she mouths.
"Love you," he answers, pressing her hair back, peppering her face with slow, gentle kisses. They've got a long road ahead of them, but fundamentally, they're okay. He's sure of it. And there's nothing sweeter than knowing that they'll get there, together.
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