Eric moaned a little as he nodded. She knew that what he wanted was for her to slip down onto his cock, to bring on the climax he was aching to experience. "Not just yet," she whispered. Maybe if she asked him outright, he would let her experience the same sensations. "Would you like to use the candle on me now?
"Oh, baby. I can't wait much longer."
Donna bit her lip, reminding herself that this was a celebration of his good news. Continuing her climb, she stopped when her little triangle of blonde fur was positioned just over his face. "Pleasure me," she said, lowering herself just enough that his tongue and lips could begin. He would want to caress her buttocks, but he could not. He would want to be inside of her instead, but he could not.
Delicately, his tongue explored every fold of her mound, toying with her little button. When he twirled his tongue and wrapped his lips around her clitoris, she began to rock gently, her inner thighs tickled by his beard. Only when she had reached her climax, did she slide down onto his cock and sit perfectly still, feeling its heat and hardness, forcing him to lie still when every ounce of his being wanted to buck up and down like a bronco so that he could have his own release.
"Shall I let you go now?" Donna teased sternly.
Eric nodded.
"I think not," she said. "I think you must be quiet and still a little longer."
Abruptly, she sat up and, in one swift motion, turned around so that her buttocks were near his face. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked hard. Before he could climax, she released him. This time, she bit him, first gently, then harder, then lowered her mouth to his scrotum, licking his balls gently. "Shall I bite you there too?"
Eric winced at the thought but said nothing, fearing that she would do just that if he disobeyed.
Donna nibbled along his inner thighs down to his feet, biting each toe tip while one hand masterfully kneaded his penis, released, then kneaded again. She would not allow him to climax, not yet. He would explode inside of her and nowhere else. Sensing that he could not hold it off any longer, she whipped around and lowered herself onto his cock as she released his hands so that he could finally touch her, hold her. With one deep thrust, he was there. He let out a long cry of satisfaction and relaxed.
"Oh, don't you even think of it," Donna said. "I'm not done with you yet." Wildly, she rocked atop him. Happy to give her more, Eric grasped her bottom and pulled her tighter as she rode the wave of ecstasy again, and yet again. Finally, she laid her head on his chest. "Whew," she sighed. "Well done."
Eric rolled her off him and onto the mattress, kissing her gently. "You were amazing. That was amazing. A little freaky there for a second, with the hot wax, but amazing." He lay beside her; they listened to the sound of their own breaths and watched the reflection of the candlelight flickering on the metal bars of the bed. After a while, Eric propped his weight onto one elbow and played with the lace on her bra. "Do many subs get to marry their Dommes?" he mused.
Donna smiled. "I suppose if they tell them to, they do." She giggled. "But you asked me, not the other way around." Tell me to marry you now, Eric. Dominate me. Take me again.
"Let's go to sleep now, babe," Eric said, rolling off the bed and blowing out the candles. "I'll tidy up in the morning."
Donna closed her eyes. It had been a spectacular evening. The new job, the money it represented, moving the wedding up, trying out new things. There was no earthly reason for her to want more.
Reason has nothing to do with it, whispered her mind. And you do want more.
4
Plans All Around
The next several nights were filled with packing. Eric complained that he'd be packing twice—first for the move to Donna's apartment and then for the adventure in Florida. "Maybe I should just stay here until after the flight," he suggested while taping up a box, "and you could pack it all up to take home with you." While he wasn't serious, she knew he'd rather do it that way.
Donna stood up with her hands on her hips, incredulous. "Are you kidding? You've got to be kidding. This is your stuff! I'm not doing all the work. When would I have time?"
Eric pulled a marker from behind his ear and labeled the box. "Once I leave town, you'll have a lot more time than you do now. No boyfriend to tie up, no butt to whip…"
Donna giggled as she worked. "I could find somebody, I'm sure." Glancing at Eric, she saw the look on his face. "Now I'm kidding, you big goof. Besides, by then you won't be my boyfriend, you'll be my husband."
She watched as Eric carried the box out into the living room with the rest of the stacks. Calling after him, she said, "I was thinking about a part-time job. We could save even faster."
Eric said something she couldn't hear. "What was that?" she sang as she carried a box for him to stack.
Eric took the box from her, then he took her in his arms. "I said the magazine keeps you plenty busy, I thought, but maybe something else for nights and weekends isn't such a bad idea. You could take up tennis. Or scrapbooking. A hobby to keep my wife out of trouble."
"Out of trouble or away from other men? You know there are a lot of men at the office," she teased.
Eric
