WARNING: *This is most definitely rated M*

Added today to the list of things I'd never thought I'd say: "I don't have smut, but I have puppies." I was actually holding puppies at the time. Now, I actually do have smut. Unadulterated filthy smut. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I might actually use this comment as a prompt someday. For now, its just an excuse to post this...um... yeah.

I'm going back to the puppies. They don't make me blush.

"Elizabeth."

She turned from her dresser, clad only in a tank and panties, yoga pants in one hand.

Henry lounged against the door frame, watching her, his body language almost predatory. He held something in his fist, obscured by the breadth of his fingers.

"Its no Rules Saturday." His voice was all sinful promise.

Oh, God. Her breasts grew heavy, swollen, her nipples hard and peaked against the soft cotton. Henry's eyes raked her body, darkening at the physical evidence of her reaction to him.

"And it's my turn."

Elizabeth struggled to focus through the sudden haze of passion in her head, the arousal pulsing through her veins. Henry crowded her against the dresser, not quite touching her body, but she felt the heat emanating from his torso. His pupils flared with desire. More than just desire. Hunger. For her.

"These are Ben Wa balls. They're designed to increase your pleasure." Henry held up his hand, in her peripheral vision, and a string of balls fell from his fingers, dangling like chimes. Elizabeth couldn't look away from him, couldn't focus on anything but the compelling lust in his gaze. She'd let him do whatever he asked, take whatever he wanted from her. And he knew it.

"I put them in you here." His fingers lightly pressed the damp fabric on her panties, and she bucked in response. "Every time you move, you'll feel them, and you'll want more. You'll do anything, your pussy will crave the pleasure, but you won't orgasm." His grin flashed wickedly.

Elizabeth spread her legs, wordlessly pleading for more. She craved his domination of her body, the frenzied, uninhibited sex. She rubbed her thigh against his cock, hard and erect under his boxers. At least he was as affected as she.

"Huh uh," Henry chastised her as he stepped back, pushing more firmly against her clit, through the satin. He grunted at the rush of moisture under his fingers. "This isn't about me. You'll be begging me to finish you, again and again, before I'm ready to fuck you."

"That's it," Henry murmured his approval when Elizabeth leaned back against the wood, opening herself to him. He slid his hand down her belly, under the waistband of her panties, just cupping the wiry curls covering her slick flesh.

"You're so wet, baby. You want this."

Yes. The word echoed in her brain, but Elizabeth just nodded, entranced, reduced to needy whimpers, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the dresser.

Henry held the fabric of her underwear aside with one hand, while using the other to gently slide the circular objects inside her body. His movements were slow, torturous, drawing a long, keening moan from her lips. Henry growled, low in his throat, as her muscles clenched around each ball he pressed into her.

Elizabeth felt the pressure building like waves, rushing through her, crashing, then receding, leaving delicious pleasure in the wake. The air seemed to thicken, to clog her lungs, set her skin on fire. She gasped, and forced herself to exhale, but she couldn't relax, couldn't ease the coiling tension in her core.

"Fuck, Elizabeth, you're so tight. I can feel your clit throbbing already." He barely brushed the bundle of nerves with a fingertip. "You're going to explode when I finally touch you." Elizabeth trembled at his breath, hot on her skin, his mouth teasing just at her pulsepoint.

"This Saturday has two rules. One, you can't touch yourself. Not unless I give you permission." He suckled at the base of her neck, marking her lightly. "And two, I get to decide when I take these out of you." His teeth nipped her earlobe, just enough to sting. He gently straightened her underwear, running his hands over the lace and satin to smooth it against her skin.

"Enjoy yoga, baby."