Anything He wants

I savored the cooling sensation of my shorts being removed. Followed by my panties.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Cornelius stood up between the naked, quivering V of my thighs. Our gazes locked. He reached out and slid a finger between my lady’s lips and began undoing the buttons of his gray silk shirt with his other hand.

I squeaked with excitement. My hips swiveled in a wild duet with his fluttering fingertips.

“Lesson number one, my little livewire…” He slid his fingers easily around my sopping-wet bud. I moaned, my control slipping from the intense tickle of sexual bliss his fingers were rubbing and teasing out of me. “Toys should enhance sensations, not replace the real thing. You are going to get the real thing first.”

“But…” I closed my eyes and took a large gulp of air, “…a woman might need to use them if her man isn’t around.”

“You’d have to tough it out if you were my woman. Just as I’d do without if I was away from you. Because you see…” he slid a finger into my dripping wet core and circled it around its tight, juicy walls. “I don’t fuck around.”

His thumb lightly brushed the delicate membrane hooding my clitoris as he delivered this good news to me. “Occasional use is fine, but reliance on a vibrator,” he casually continued, “can toughen a woman’s pleasure tolerance, until only a jackhammer can make her come. I can’t let that happen to you.”

“Ahhh!” My hips swiveled. My clitoris fluttered against his mobile fingers as he slid them up and down, smearing my dew around my pouty nether lips. Somehow, that wasn’t anything I ever expected to hear from this sex-toy magnate, but I appreciated his concern. “I’m so-oooh, that feels so good, Cornelius,” I squeaked. “I’m happy to know you’re thinking of me!” “Have you played with your toys yet, Nerissa?” I nodded.

“Which one?”

“The nipple clamps.”

He chuckled, and the fond look he gave me made me cream all over his fingers.

“Clover? Or tweezer?”

“T-T-Tweezer.”

“I bet those clamps look so pretty on your gorgeous nipples. Did you like them?”

“I’d like your tongue and lips much better.”

He reached out and flicked one of my nipples with his finger, bent and licked them both again, and suckled them again. Bit lightly on them.

“Show me what you did.”

He presented me with the tweezer-style clamps, attached by a shiny, pinkish-gold chain.

With nervous fingers, I struggled to secure one nipple between the rubber tips while he tweaked my other nipple into coming out to play.

The fingers of his other hand fondled inside and around my silky, sodden sex vault while my body writhed non-stop like a snake. “I-I can’t think,” I panted out helplessly.

He coaxed my nipple with his thumb and forefinger into ruby-red arousal and I focused long enough to secure it between the clamps-and set the tension to an intoxicating pinch. The combination of Cornelius’s fingers pumping inside my sheath and my nipples in the grip of those clamps felt amazing. My senses were bombarded. Conflicted, enticed, and aroused between pain and pleasure.

I gazed into his eyes. His lips were parted, cheeks streaked with lust. The light chain that linked the clamps together added a delicious stimulus of weight to my nipples.

I didn’t ask questions when Cornelius lifted the chain to my parted, panting lips…then eased it between my teeth.

The pull inflicted a twist upon my nipples. The pressure and sensation placed on them as my head tilted back, the chain between my teeth tugging up on my breasts, made me whimper.

My hips danced. My mind spun…and when he flicked his thumb softly, over and across and around the aching swell of my clit while his talented fingers dove in and out of my tight little box, I blew.

“Hmmm…yessss…” Breath panted out of my body as I creamed yet again all over his fingers. I shuddered. I inked. Well, maybe I didn’t kink, but if I could ink like a squirming octopus, then by God that’s what I did.

And it felt so good!

I fell back against the arm of the couch. Sensation quaked throughout my body.

The chain slipped from my lips. If I was drooling, Cornelius didn’t notice as he tugged the clamps off, and bent and soothed my tormented nipples by sucking gently on them, one by one, oblivious to my noisy bundle of come-sounds that moaned, sighed, and cooed from my chest.

He kissed my mouth and eased his fingers out from the stubborn suction of my pulsing vulva.

“Nice warm-up, Nerissa,” he praised, straightening as he smiled down at me splayed across the end of the couch with my thighs open. He tugged his shirt out of his trousers-trousers that chuted up with his powerful erection.

I blushed up at him-wet, satisfied, and limp all over. He held out his hand. I took it and let him drag me up against his hard body.

He kissed my neck and wrapped his hands around my waist. Well, maybe his fingers didn’t quite make it all around my waist, I do like my desserts and I’m not shy about it, either! “I’m very proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Am I making the grade so far?” I purred. I reached behind my back and my fingers closed over a jumbo-sized tube of lube and a vibrating butt plug with his name on it.

Cornelius laughed, kissed me, and smiled into my eyes. “You’re a pleasure to have in class, Miss All That. A pleasure to have in class…”

The End