“Like what?”
She's already biting her lip in anticipation again, and that drives me a wild.
“Clothes pins.”
A shudder runs through her at my words, but she doesn't immediately shake her head.
“Go on.”
“Don't worry, I won't snap them off you, or anything like that. Just put a few on your ni**les and pu**y lips, before I lick you. They shouldn't really hurt, but as your ni**les grow hard and your labia go all puffy, the sensation will change and heighten. I'll take them off before I make you come, if you want, but either way, you won't regret it.”
Bella keeps looking deep into my eyes, and whatever she sees in there makes her nod after a few moments.
“Okay.”
Not the most emphatic answer, but the best I'm going to get, until I make her come over and over again while she screams into the gag, of course.
My c**k is twitching in anticipation, and I'm starting to think that this conversation is a really bad idea if it means we have to finish it before I can drag her up into the bedroom.
“Trust me, remember?” I try to chase away the frown that's still on her face.
Bella cocks her head again, and then she's suddenly sporting a nasty smile.
“You know that I'll pay you back next week, right?” Yes, please, do your worst, we both know I'll love it. Although right now I'd rather add to the toll by having my wicked ways with her.
Out loud I leave it at a nearly derisive “Whatever,” but I can see that she isn't that easily deterred.
“It's just sad that I can't really tie you up. I think I'd really like you all stretched up and at my mercy.”
“You can use cuffs, and some leather straps.”
My answer confuses her for a moment. “How?”
I have to fight the urge to tease her, but I don't think she'd appreciate that just now.
“You said you want me all stretched up, so I guess you want me standing up? If you really want to keep me restrained, you can cuff my wrists to the pole we have in the corner of the playroom, and use some leather straps to secure the rest of my body, maybe one over my hips, another two over my thighs?”
The idea clearly appeals to her, and not for the first time I wonder if I've created a monster. One I love dearly, but still. The way things started out I'd never have thought her to find the confidence to turn the tables on me so quickly. Shit, that day under the pier I'd been so afraid of losing her for good, and now she's plotting how to go all nasty on me.
“Just how good is that for keeping you restrained? Because I really want you unable to move.” Her eyes gaze deeply into mine as she leans closer to me. “How did you put it? I want you completely helpless and vulnerable.” While she's talking, her fingers skim over my chest down to my waistband, and I'm yearning for her touch. She stops there and toys with the button of my jeans, all playful now. I try to ease my ass off the couch, but she's still sitting on my legs, so I can't really push myself against her.
“Show me how to use a flogger again next weekend? I'm not sure I remember everything from Beth's lesson.”
I nod, my mouth going dry. I really didn't expect her to ask me that, but apparently she's starting to ease up on her claim that she doesn't want to hurt me. Not that she'll do much damage either way, but I realize that she's leaving her comfort zone there.
“How long do you want to continue this conversation? Because if you keep on like this, I'm going to come in my pants.”
Bella laughs, a wonderful, throaty sound. I decide that the time for talking is over, and cuddling is so overrated sometimes.
“Why, have you something better on your mind?”
“You, bent over the back of this couch, while I f**k you hard from behind.” Her breath hitches at my suggestion, but she's apparently reluctant to give it up that easily, teasing minx that she is.
“I want to look at you. I want to feel you deep inside of me while I draw you closer with my legs. But the 'fuck me hard' part we can keep, no objection against that.”
I consider that, but really, who am I to protest? So I reach for her and draw her close to me, rubbing my nose along her neck before I trail kisses up to her mouth. Bella moans, her fingers already in my hair, and a moment later she's tearing at my shirt. I quickly rid her of her top and bra, pausing in my effort to undress her quickly to lightly chew on her ni**les. Her breathless laughter goes straight to my cock, and a second later I have her on her back on the couch, yanking her pants off before I drop my jeans and boxers.
I lean over her and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me closer. I step between her spread legs, my c**k already unbearably hard, but Bella doesn't look like she'll appreciate me teasing her for long.
While I pull her hips closer to the edge of the couch she grabs my dick, but this time I won't have any of that. Her teeth scrape along my throat and over to my shoulder while her fingers yank hard enough on my hair to hurt, fanning the stubborn resentment on that's suddenly overwhelming me.
Of course I love her, and of course I want to satisfy her needs, and the overtly dominant behavior she's displaying this week is a huge turn on, but I've simply spent too much time in Dom mode today to let her get away with that.
So I grab her around the waist and drag her off the couch and towards the kitchen table. Bella squawks indignantly, confusion plain on her face.
“What the fu-”