For Lady Strallan

#12 Belt (M)

Oh god.

She was in Hell.

Or Heaven.

Or both.

She didn't know anymore. She couldn't think straight. Not when Anthony's lips were performing miracles.

She longed to run her fingers through his blonde locks, scratch down his muscular back, squeeze his strong shoulders. But she was trapped.

She looked up at her hands, tied at each wrist with the belt of her dressing gown. Frustrated, her head thumped the headboard.

Soon her attention was back on her husband as he continued to tease her.

He was lightly stroking her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers as he blew cool air on her heated center. Her stomach twitched and she tensed her legs as the air hit her.

Edith gave a keening cry and struggled against her restraints.

"Oh, no you don't," said Anthony. "If certain naughty girls want to tease their husbands during dinner with family, then they must expect to be punished."

His head bent back down and he spread her legs apart further and held them down. His lips had barely just made contact with her dripping heat when she clenched her firsts and curled her toes at what she knew was coming.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, lightly sucking it through his teeth, and nibbled.

"Oh—oh—

Her eyes closed tight as he soothed it with his tongue before letting it go and blowing once more.

She didn't know how much more delicious torture she could take.

One hand abandoned a thigh as it made its way to her core. His tongue and teeth resumed their teasing of her nub while one and then two fingers entered her and began to make come-hither motions.

Soon the pressure on her clit and the superb stroking of her g-spot increased.

The leg that was now free made its way to wrap around Anthony, making up for what her arm could not. Her foot slid down his spine and rested on his supple buttock.

She knew she wouldn't last much longer, especially when he began to hum and she fell the vibrations.

Her hips began to buck, she was close, close, so very close—

And then he added a third finger and his tongue started lashing her nub.

She was flying.

Weightless.

Free.

She came down from her high, Anthony leaning over her to untie her, her juices still somewhat evident on his chin.

"Do you promise to be good?"

"Never!"

The moment she was free, she took her revenge. She tackled him to the bed and proceeded to show him just how naughty she could be.