“I’ve thought about you bending me over the spanking bench.”
“Have you been naughty for it in your fantasies?”
She shook her head. “No. You want me over the bench to see my ass.”
“And what do I use to punish you with? A crop, a whip?”
“No, your hand. I love your hands on my body, Edward. You slap my ass until it’s red. Not because I’m naughty but because we both need it. Your touch is branded on my body.”
Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about it. “And then what happens?”
“You spread my ass, and put your cock at my pussy.”
“Are you a virgin in your fantasies?”
“No. You’ve already taken me, made me yours by this time.”
He was going to do that now, and he wanted some more time to play before he did that. “What else have you imagined?”
“You strapping me up to your cross. Like you did when I hurt myself. Only my hands are out of the way, and I’m at your mercy. You can do whatever you want to me, fuck me, love me, anything.”
There it was … “love me”.
All she wanted was to be loved.
I’ve got you, baby. You’re loved more than you even realize.
“I just want to play with you, Edward. I want to be everything.”
“And you will be. Now, are you ready, Isabel?” he asked.
“Ready?”
“I want you to come for me.”
She moaned, arching up, and with a few strokes of her clit, she shattered apart. He watched her pussy begin to pulse, knowing her asshole would be doing the same. A red flush covered her chest. Her nipples were nice and hard, her entire body ready to be fucked, ready to be claimed.
“That was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” he said, stepping away from the bed. “Stay where you are.” He turned his back on her, going toward one of his shelves where he kept what he wanted next.
The butterfly clamps were a lovely purple color, shiny and new. The moment he’d seen them the other day, he knew he had to have them for Isabel. They would just look too pretty to not take them.
Moving back toward the bed, he stood at the side, next to her left breast. The nipple was still so hard. Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it. As he did this, he removed the butterfly clip from its little box, opened the grip, and placed it on her nipple.
She cried out, and when he placed his hand between her thighs, teasing her slit, she was still soaking wet, and getting wetter by the second. Removing his finger, he sucked her cream into his mouth, cleaning off his digit. Moving around the bed, he went to the other nipple and repeated the same action.
This time her moan was more guttural, but it was still there. He loved her responses, and when he was done, he stepped back from the bed to admire his work.
Perfection.
The clit clamp would be way too much for her right now. Placing the box down on the side, he moved toward the bed.
“I’m not going to be using anymore tools right now, babe,” he said. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he moved between her thighs and rested his arms over her. His cock slid between the swollen lips of her sex. He didn’t push toward her entrance, just rested over her, staring down into her eyes.
“You could use whatever toys you want to play with.”
“You’re my toy, Isabel. I’m going to play with you.” Sitting back, he caressed down her body, touching every inch of her beautiful skin. He gave the butterflies a little tug, watching her writhe in pleasure at the touch. “I love how responsive you are.”
“I want you, Edward.”
“I know, baby.” Soon.
Moving to her pussy, he spread the lips of her sex open to stare at the still swollen clit. When he stroked her, she shuddered and arched up off the bed. She was still so sensitive just like he had hoped. Climbing off the bed, he opened her lips and flicked her clit with his tongue. Sucking the hard bud into his mouth, he listened to her moan and cry out his name as he ravished her pussy. He gripped her ass, sucking, licking, and driving her toward a second orgasm.
When she was at the point of no return, he released her ass, to take the clamps and release them.
She screamed as her orgasm rushed over her body. He drank down her release, relishing the taste as she pulsed over and over again.
Finally, when it was over, he knew he couldn’t wait another second. He didn’t want to wait. Moving her up toward the pillows so that she could rest, he took hold of one of her hands, and locked their fingers together. Slamming his lips down on hers, he reached between them, and began to slide his cock inside her. Even as she cried out his name as he took her virginity. He didn’t stop.
Pressing every single inch of his cock within her, Edward claimed Isabel as his own.