Chapter 2

“Jesse, you were awesome tonight!” she exclaimed.

“Thanks, Suzie-Babe. Thanks for your support, both of you. I saw your names go through online. Got both of them.”

“Both?” I questioned as I looked down.

“I sent the donation.” She looked up at me upside down.

“No, I thought we said I was!”

“Well… it’s for a good cause!”

I looked back to see Jesse nursing his gimlet and smirking at us.

“You ridiculous people are my favorite.”

“I’ll ask you politely not to fuck in the middle of my benefits, though, in the future.”

I blushed, and Suzie squirmed against me.

“I–yes, of course…”

“Ah-ha! So you did! I knew it! Dirty birds!”

Suzie shoved off of me and took a giant gulp of water while I secretly winked at Jesse.

“You’re terrible. Hey, can you drop me off at home, please? That is, if you can keep your hands off of each other for an hour.”

Suzie assented. Jesse treated us to dinner.

It was 2:00 a.m. by the time we got home, but we were hopped up on adrenaline, and I wanted desperately to peel Suzie’s dress off.

“Turn.” I gripped her shoulders and angled her to zip down her side. She searched for my mouth, pressing her lips to mine, and my fingers fumbled. I pushed her away to look at the skin as the zipper went down, and traced a nail down as it opened for me. She helped me drop her dress down, then stood in front of me with her pink nipples, black lace underwear, and giant strappy heels. The low lights coming in through window painted her in a dark orange glow.

I gripped under her butt and lifted her in my arms as she squealed.

“How the fuck are you so sexy?”

She smiled at me and squeezed me harder with her legs. I pressed her into me so her center ruined my shirt, then threw her on the bed.

“Moriah!” she admonished.

I grinned at her as I stripped.

“Yes, darling?” I teased. “Is there something you need?”

“Hm…” Her mouth twisted to the side. “Can we use the clamps tonight?”

I went to grab Liam, a vibrator, and the clamp-chain-thingy. Liam Neeson is the name of our strap.

“Don’t take your heels off! I wanna do it!” I tossed the comment over my shoulder, and she groaned in arousal.

I put on my fitted boxers as she watched me, her neck blushing already, then knelt at the foot of the bed to work on her heels. They were actually kind of complicated.

“The zipper’s at the back.”

I zipped it down and mouthed at the red lines it left behind while she stared at me. The thump her heel made on the rug was so satisfying.

“That’s hot, Mor.” Her head stretched up and down as she enjoyed her arousal.

I hummed as I repeated the movement with her other heel.

“I’m going to make you feel so good tonight, babe.”

Her torso thumped down onto the comforter and she moaned as she touched herself. I ran her lace underwear down her legs and threw it off the side of the bed.

I tapped at her thigh and she scooted up the bed so I could kneel comfortably between her legs.

I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked as she gripped my hair, arching up into my head. It took a minute of laving and sucking to bring it up, but once it was, I dried it and delicately placed the metal clamps on either side. I tightened it, and her hips bucked up under my pelvis.

Her fingers came to tighten the clamp a tiny bit more; my eyebrows rose in amazement.

Her other nipple received the same treatment, and that time I successfully put the right amount of pressure. I kissed her, driving my tongue in her mouth and tasting her dinner on her.

“Hmm, you are yummy.” I grinned as I loomed over her and gently pulled at the chain, testing it. Her back arched as she moaned and ran her fingers lightly over the tips of her nipples.

She said something I didn’t understand, and I didn’t prompt her because she looked like her brain had died anyway.

I went down on her, licking around her pelvis, and thought fancifully that we didn’t need drugs to feel high. She gripped my head, leading me to her clit in desperation, and I complied, rubbing my tongue along the length of it while she humped my face.

I scooped up her come with my tongue and drove the tip harshly into her inner lips. Her legs were wide open for me. I rubbed my fingers up and down as I squirted lube on her.

She was more comfortable being edged after years of me begging her to let me take my time. I alternated the friction along her clitoris. I tried pushing a tiny bit in above her pubic bone while I entered her, trying my very best to frot her g-spot from every side.

She squirted as she came. One.

“Fuck, yeah!” I grinned while I licked everything up. I pulled lightly at the chain between her breasts, and her aftershocks kept going.

I reached for the clit clamp as I stroked her shaft.

It was pink, and the glans was peeking out. Whenever I rubbed it, she moved along with me.

“Wait…does it go from the top or the bottom?” I scowled at her clit.

“Who cares!” she cried out.

“Well, I do…” I muttered. I think from the top down; that would make sense.

The silicone pads slid on either side of the shaft. I rubbed the length of it slowly. I slid the tightener down until it was snug, and experimentally pulled at the chain. Her pussy contracted, and she whimpered.

“F–fan-fucking-tastic…” she said with a shudder.

I loomed over her, considering. I decided to fuck her with my fingers and not touch her clit. A pad of my finger rubbed at the tops of her impossibly bright nipples, and I wished I could play with her forever. I’d just not eat, except for her. I wouldn’t want for anything. I pushed in and out with three fingers, trying not to touch her clit, and pulled gently at the chain of her nipples.

She gasped in a high pitch. Her neck was a brilliant red. She gushed some more and convulsed harshly onto the comforter.

It was one of my favorite types of orgasm: the twitchy kind. She rolled over on her side while she came. Her back also had a deep blush. I touched her there, feeling the heat.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Do you feel your clit and your nipples?”

She whimpered into the pillow.

“Lean on your elbows, baby.”

She stuck her ass in the air, spreading her knees, and levitated off the mattress. I admired the metal chain dropping under her.

I kneeled between her legs and ran harsh palms over her sides and up into her sternum, squeezing her breasts, and driving my forefingers into a v of her pelvis, from behind.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

She was mine. I was hers. Whatever! How could we ever not be together, linked like this?

I loosened the clit clamp by a fraction under her body.

“Yeah,” she panted. “Shit, I’m shaking so hard…”

I ran one of our vibrators coated in lube over her crack; she moved back and forth, rolling her body in arousal. I touched the inside of her walls with a finger to feel her endless aftershocks. She squeezed it in response.

Adding another finger, I fucked her from behind again, and she moaned, her ass muscles trembling.

“Come for me, baby girl, then I’ll fuck your ass.”

Her pussy squeezed my fingers, crushing them. Her head lolled down and she panted. I licked a stripe of sweat up her glowing back and tossed the vibrator away in favor of reaching under her and gripping the chain under her belly. I was possessing her, and I could feel her next orgasm approaching. They were getting stronger and stronger; I was looking forward to the next one before the current one had even arrived.

As my fingers squelched in and out, I pulled at the chain, up then down, using it like a lead to make her move with me.

Her face dropped onto her pillow as she moaned in rhythm. When she bucked her hips and cried out, I marveled at the strong waves rippling through her walls.

I considered the art of surfing. When I’d lived in Los Angeles, it had been thrilling to be floating on that board, watching the crests of the waves, choosing the biggest one, and trying and catch it at the perfect time so that it could last forever. The wave may overwhelm you and flip you upside down many times until you can finally break water to take a stuttering breath.

Her front dropped onto the comforter, but she jumped back up with the sensitivity of the clamps.

I took her by the hips to help her turn over while we took a quick water break. I saw her throat move as she gulped. Her stray hairs were plastered along her hairline.

She made eye contact with me and grinned.

“You said something about fucking my ass, Mor?”

“Yeah, sorry, it felt hot in the moment, but let me know if there’s ever anything you don’t like.”

“Hmm, thank you, but it was good. It made me come so hard. But now, you have to go through with it… so, get on with it!” She challenged me with a look, begging me to be a smartass.

“You know I always keep my promises, baby girl.” I loomed over her with a small vibrating dildo and Liam in my other hand. After putting her at an angle, I settled between her legs to lick at the small dildo and her hole. She looked at me while I rimmed her, then closed her eyes when it popped through.

“Relax, baby…” I whispered. She got control of her breathing, then pushed out so that more of the dildo slid in. I poured a little lube down her center and turned on the vibrator.

“Oh, fuck! That’s nice. Move it, please.”

I slid it in and out slowly, popping it out and pushing it in again every once in a while. I wondered if she’d come just from fucking her ass.

I caressed her engorged clit lightly; I could feel the resistance against the dildo as she started to come. I stilled the vibrator in her and brought down the intensity while she came, keeping it deep inside.

Her pussy was contracting with neglect, searching for friction.

I ran Liam over her lubed-up center and entered her with it, too. There was some extra resistance, as I felt it nudge the one in her hole, so I alternately fucked her with them and made sure they rubbed against each other through the thin walls of her pussy. Her hips were rolling in arousal, going impossibly high then crashing back down as she panted.

I needed another hand. I judged that her incoming orgasm would be the strongest one yet, and resolved to touch her everywhere. I leaned down to catch the silver chain between my teeth; her eyes widened as she looked at me. My arms pistoned the toys in and out of her, and I pulled with my teeth to make her arch even more. Her body trembled as it rose, and we repeated the cycle to the peak a few more times until she couldn’t take it anymore. She sobbed; tears ran down her face.

“Ugh! I feel amazing! Like… I left my body for a second. Make me come.”

I stopped thrusting in her ass in favor of unclamping her clit clip and strumming it myself. She took over the job of fucking her own ass, and I sped up with Liam. As she neared her peak, I strummed wildly at her clit. She squirted some more as she came. I could feel strong vibrations at her center, and knew it was a good one.

When you’re taken that thoroughly, the contractions start in waves in your rectum and keep rolling into the length of your vagina to end on your sensitive clit. They’re powerful waves that last forever and convince you that this is what you were made for.

I tossed the small dildo over the bed and unclamped her nipples. I left her pussy to affix Liam into the slot in my boxers. I kissed her as I entered her again and she wrapped her legs around my thighs.

“You’re going to kill me…” she sighed out.

“That’s the plan! I’m a horny serial murderer who goes around giving multiple orgasms to the DEATH!”

She giggled and smacked me. “Well then, take me and I’ll be your first, you weirdo.”

“You’re the weirdo,” I countered, smiling happily.

I pressed flush to her; she wrapped herself around me while I humped her. We kissed as I did so, running hot mouths and tongues over each other. Every little contact of her tongue sent shocks everywhere, and soon I started to get dizzy.

“Getting close…” she whispered.

I leaned back and touched her clit to make her explode. Her body spasmed. She came in a series of loud whimpers and squeaks; I exulted in the way her body responded.

She flopped down, and her breathing calmed down. Her body still spasmed here and there, like violent hiccups. Her eyes were closed. A second later, I heard snoring.

Damn it. I’d wanted to keep going.

I pulled out of her and cleaned up all the toys.

I replayed the night, scene by scene, and committed her beautiful body to memory. She was the sexiest, and I challenge anyone in the world to find a woman more perfect.

I considered the wet duvet and her prone form. I pulled at it under her, and she rolled onto the dry sheets below. All she did was hug a pillow to her face; she didn’t seem to wake up. I hung the duvet over a seat and got an extra blanket for us. I wiped her center of any excess juices with a warm washcloth; she whimpered—in her sleep, I assumed. I thought about finishing myself off, but then thought of the feeling of her mouth on me. I knew that anything I did to myself wouldn’t compare.

I fell asleep just as the light of the morning started to change the color of the sky.

She was tracing little patterns in my chest.

“Good morning, Mor!” she chirped as I squeezed her shoulder.

“Morning, darling.” I angled my head and she granted me a kiss. She chased my mouth and her tongue slipped inside. She ran a calf up and down my center, and I started to throb painfully.