Smut and kink lie ahead— Voyeurism, Dom/sub, Shibari (rope play), gagging/face-fucking, and mentions of caning. Hans Gruber fans... this one's for you. ?
Jim stumbled out of bed Tuesday morning, sleepily pulling on his pajama pants to head to the kitchen for coffee. He was in a bad mood already. Apparently the damn German was not only nocturnal but an insatiable teenager as well. Jim could hear the dulcet cries and grunts coming from the top floor even with earplugs. And of course... his own insatiable partner got randy from the noises and demanded his attention. At the time and with the blood rushing down south, he'd thought it was hot. But in the light of day, the realization sank in that he'd "gotten off" to Hans "getting off."
Jim shivered, disgusted with himself and cranky from lack of sleep. At least today was supposed to be an uneventful day. They'd spent Sunday on the beach and going on a hike. They'd secured their marriage license yesterday and allowed Hans to give them a tour of Bridge Street and Main in Lavender Bay. Tomorrow they would meet with the vineyard owners to plan the Saturday wedding, but today was a lazy day at the house.
Taking off his glasses, Jim rubbed his eyes and walked into the kitchen. When he put them back on, he got an eyeful.
"Jesus Christ, Gruber. Tables are for glasses, not asses. I mean, shit... we eat there."
Hans looked up from between Grace's legs and wiped his mouth lasciviously. Grace sat up quickly, covering her breasts with her arm and attempting to close her legs.
Hans reached out and held her thighs apart. "Who told you to cover up?" he scolded as Grace giggled and laid back down. "Ah, yes, Gordon. No need to be a Weichei. I obviously clean the table when we are done. Besides, we've done much worse on other surfaces you've been on," he laughed.
"Disgusting," Jim sneered. "Just... stop... long enough for me to get my coffee and leave."
Hans found Jim lounging outside a hour later. He'd wanted to finish a small pre-breakfast with Grace before teasing Jim some more. The cop had obviously changed before returning downstairs.
"I apologize if Grace and I kept you awake last night," Hans said silkily as he slid the chair back on the terracotta garden terrace. The commissioner was dressed in a pastel button-up, untucked, with khaki chinos. He was clean-shaven but mustache full, hair laying casually in the light sea breeze.
Loosening up a bit looked good on the man; in Gotham he'd looked more like a grumpy cartoon character. Hans had adopted that more relaxed look years ago, as he'd turned over more and more jobs to his lieutenants and allowed himself to slip gently into retirement. The German wore his own button-up in a soft white linen with blue jeans, feet bare for his leisurely enjoyment of the breakfast his staff had laid on the patina tiled table.
"For a house of this size, noise does travel," commented Jim. He poured himself his second cup of coffee.
Hans chuckled. "I rather like it that way."
Jim made a face. "I thought all you fancy types liked your peace and quiet. Not hearing your guests' every breath and move. Or your guests hearing yours."
"My guests tend to be rather entertaining," Hans commented. "You and Bunny notwithstanding. It's rather enjoyable to hear a whimpering police commissioner."
Jim blushed and bristled at the same time, stuffing his face with a chocolate croissant. Hans regarded him with an amused glance, casually indicating the presence of powdered sugar on Jim's mustache. Jim squirmed and batted at it with his linen napkin before countering, "I don't always whimper, I'll have you know. Sometimes 'Bunny' - I still hate that name, by the way - likes to go by 'princess.' And when she does, I assure you I'm not the one doing the whimpering."
"Ah, this I have to see!" Hans delicately sliced a bite of frittata and lifted it to his mouth.
"See?" repeated Jim. "I don't think so. If you think I'm performing for you..."
"You've never been on display in your little club?" Hans mused with surprise. "Or perhaps more adventurous spots? That surprises me, knowing Bunny's proclivities."
"She blew me at a cadet graduation a few months ago," Jim bragged. He couldn't help himself. He didn't want Gruber seeing him as vanilla or thinking he wasn't satisfying Claire. "And we were in a... group... situation... in a classroom role play once."
"Bunny as teacher, I presume?" inquired Hans.
Jim nodded.
Hans's mouth twisted with amusement before he took a sip of breakfast tea. "I don't believe for a second Bunny would be anything but. She may let you play at being in control, but I seriously doubt she ever enters the submissive headspace. I know her well."
Jim felt himself becoming anxious. He was his own worst critic, and when someone else taunted or dared him, his body seemed to leap to prove himself. Of course he knew that's exactly what this wily mastermind wanted.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Gruber," Jim said with a slight growl. "You may have known her at eighteen, but she has another Daddy now."
Hans's chuckle became a hearty laugh at this insinuation. He knew Claire Greene like his own flesh and blood. And part of that was knowing that the girl was indeed head over heels for this awkwardly over-confident cop. He understood well that a person could let their walls slip when they were in love. But the prospect of making the commissioner prove it for Hans's own pleasure was too good to pass up. And he was certainly skeptical of the man's ability to dominate. Perhaps he could critique and offer some pointers?
"Well, 'Daddy,'" Hans began. "There's a playroom on the lower level— behind those locked double doors you were so curious about. You'll find all the implements you need to take control of your princess, if you choose to prove yourself. I will propose to Grace that we take in a 'screening' at precisely 7:00 p.m. tonight. The material we view of course will be entirely dependent on you... and your ability to get Bunny to agree. No pressure... I own plenty of other media, if you're not successful in your endeavors."
Jim rubbed his forehead. For a man who spent a quarter of a century never allowing himself to be manipulated, he gave into Hans Gruber way too easily. But he wasn't going to back out now and look like a pussy.
"7:00 p.m., Gruber."
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Following a very light lunch, Grace found herself kneeling on the cool, black granite floor of the playroom. It appeared that her dominant, thoughtful man that he was, recently had the tile buffed because she could just make out the reflection of her lewdly spread thighs. Hans made sure everything in his mansion was luxurious – from the flooring to the furniture; he wanted to make sure his guests were comfortable. After all, the more relaxed a person was, the less guarded they were.
Grace was trembling as she interlocked her hands behind her head. It had been a long time since Hans had planned a full scene with her, and from the look of things, it was going to be a long afternoon. The room was cold, causing her nipples to peek through her lace balconette bra. She focused her mind, counting the little flakes of gold and silver that were mixed into the tile of the floor. She didn't know how long Sir would make her wait, but waiting was half the fun. The silence of the room was broken by the footfall of the German dominant.
"Guten Morgen Schatz," he greeted. Grace smirked beneath the curtain of hair that had fallen to hide her face. She loved when he spoke in German, even more than she loved him calling her sweetheart or his little dove. Hans crept up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and squeezing gently.
"Are you ready to play, Liebling? You may answer my questions..."
"Yes, Sir," she whispered.
Hans smiled as he closed his eyes. He felt pretty sneaky... if the cop was going to use his playroom that night, he'd make damn sure to use it first. If they were loud enough, Gordon might even earn himself a little voyeur experience.
After enjoying the moment of Grace's complete surrender, he gathered her hair, pulling it from her face before braiding it quickly. After he tied it off, he gave it a hard tug, yanking her head back so he could gaze into her fiery eyes. "Would you like me to tell you my plan for the afternoon, or would you like a surprise?"
"Surprise me, Sir."
Hans bit back a smirk and nodded his head in agreement.
"Stand up, Leibling... I want you on the spanking bench in ten seconds. Go... Run," he threatened. Grace darted across the long room, frantically trying to find the bench. He had moved it from its usual spot in their old play spaces, no doubt setting her up for failure. Finally, she found it and quickly mounted the soft leather, hugging on for dear life.
"Gut gemacht!" he congratulated with a chuckle. "No time to spare— that was a close one. Prepare yourself for your spanking. I'll warm you with fifty strikes with my hand, and then perhaps I will use the cane."
Grace shivered at the mention of the cane. Hans was relentless, and she'd no doubt be bruised- for weeks.
"Mmm, yes..." Hans purred, "Definitely the cane. Let's go for twenty strikes. Are you ready?"
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Jim and Claire had just toweled off after their afternoon swim. Claire was enjoying the fresh air and exercise, and Jim was enjoying the view. The infinity pool was inside and covered, but the endless glass windows were fully opened to allow in fresh air and sun. Claire looked beautiful in her corset-style swimsuit, but Jim was a bit disappointed he didn't allow her to skinny dip like she had originally planned.
"Jim, you're too sensitive," she had admonished with a sign. "Hans and Grace have already seen me naked. I assure you...they won't care if we skinny dip in here."
He'd felt too possessive to say yes. But now he realized he'd only hurt himself by being so petulant.
Jim pulled himself out of his little memory and back to her dripping body. He wished he was the towel and could just rub himself all over her...
"Earth to Jim?" Claire chided.
"Hmm? Oh... sorry. I guess I was just daydreaming."
"I'd ask what you were thinking about, but by the looks of things, I already know." Claire sauntered over to cup his rapidly inflating cock through his wet swim trunks. He shot her a hungry look.
"Alright kiddo... let's go upstairs," Jim relented. "I don't care about them being in the house anymore."
"Good, the house is too big anyway. There's no way anyone could hear each other." Claire knew that was a complete lie, especially after their nearly all-night marathon to the soundtrack coming from the floor above. But she'd say anything to get her sexy, dripping wet fiancé in bed. Claire grabbed his hand and ran off toward the stairs. They were both giggling like horny teenagers.
Jim knew damn well they'd be able to be heard. Well, game on, Gruber - it's your turn to hear us, he chuckled to himself. And I won't be whimpering.
A scream came from around the corner.
"Wait! Did you hear that?" Jim stopped moving and focused on the sound. "Is that Grace? Crying?" He furrowed his brow in concern.
Claire listened intently for a few moments before curling her lips in a mischievous grin.
"Oh... it's Grace alright. Sounds like Hans is scening with her. Come on! You won't want to miss this." Claire darted through the massive double doors down the hall, which were now conveniently cracked open.
"Are you crazy? I don't want to watch that!" argued Jim.
"What? Why not? You watch scenes at the club all the time." Claire didn't stop pulling Jim down the hall as he protested.
"Well, that's different," he responded unconvincingly. "Those are strangers. I... I don't wanna see Grace naked... um, again... and I certainly don't want to see that damn German doing god knows what to your friend." Jim crossed his arms with a pout— he'd seen enough that morning on the kitchen table.
"Fine. Stay here then. I'm watching," Claire said, raising her chin defiantly.
Jim gave her a few steps head start before chasing after her. Claire smirked as she heard him running to catch up. Turning to grab his hand, she attempted to soothe him.
"It'll be fun... and a really good learning experience. Besides, Hans has a theater we can watch from. They won't even know we are there. It'll be like live porn!"
Jim reluctantly agreed, curiosity getting the better of him. Maybe she knew something he didn't— she seemed to get worked up any time the couple could be overheard...
When they entered the room, Jim was shocked. It really was like a movie theater- large, overstuffed recliner chairs, an old-school popcorn machine that sat beside a wet bar... this could easily fit ten couples and was way better than the theater set up at The Asylum.
Claire nestled up close to Jim on one of the large chairs and started rubbing his chest. Reaching for the remote, she pressed the button that raised the movie screen and revealed the couple in the playroom. Jim's cock immediately rose to the occasion, his jaw dropping at the scene.
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"That's right, Leibling. Relax... just relax." Hans had Grace lying across the spanking bench while he rubbed her all over with some sort of fuzzy glove. Her ass was fire engine red and sported different designs ranging from handprints to cane marks. Her arms hung limply off the bench, and her eyes were lidded in bliss.
Jim was pleased to discover there was some sort of speaker system; he could hear everything clearly as if he were sitting right beside the couple. Claire leaned over to Jim, squeezing his thigh as she whispered, "That's a mink glove. It's absolutely amazing... I'll use it on you sometime."
"I'm confused. We heard her screaming? And you said he's this amazing dominant... but he's giving her a massage?" Jim scoffed. He could do all that... what the hell did he have to learn from this guy?
"Yes, you know being a dominant isn't always spanking, Jim. It's about control... and Hans is a master of control. See how relaxed she is? He obviously just caned her and is offering her a reward. That's something I don't do too often... maybe I should," she pondered.
Jim reluctantly decided to mentally take notes. He might as well make it worthwhile. He'd show Hans up at his own game tonight. Shit. He forgot to ask Claire.
"What do you think about using this room later tonight, princess? Just you and me? Maybe, erm, putting on our own show?"
"Mmm. Sounds good, Daddy." She bit her lip and squeezed his thigh one more time before turning her eyes back to the entertainment.
Jim noticed Claire's breathy gasp as he watched her fingers make their way beneath her towel. He quickly looked up to see what was happening. Hans had gotten a large amount of rope and seemed to be measuring out lengths using his arm span. He seemed extremely focused, his brow furrowed in concentration. He laid out the rope lengths across the bed. With a glance toward Grace, Hans summoned her over to him.
"He's going to do Shibari," Claire gasped. "I'm so jealous right now."
"You want to be strung up?" Jim asked with surprise. "Or... oh Jesus, you don't wanna string me up, do you?" Jim looked nervous.
Claire leaned over and kissed him— slowly, passionately.
"It's more about the process of being tied, Jim. It lets you forget all your troubles and release all control over to the Dominant. You have no choice but to focus on your inner thoughts and feelings. It's supposedly quite the experience. Grace loves it but will only let Hans do it. It's too dangerous for amateur play."
Grace whined as Hans took the mink glove away. She was so relaxed, so at peace. As she heard his footsteps retreat, she lifted her head up from the table and watched him head over to his rope wall. She smiled as he gathered several feet of nylon rope. It was rough enough to cut into her skin, but not so rough as to leave the long-lasting marks a regular rope would.
"I'm going to tie you up, Leibling, would you like that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Come here," Hans said with a glance. He curled his fingers, beckoning her from the spanking bench to the large, four-poster bed. "Lie on your back in a frog position, Leibling."
Grace hurried to get herself into position. Hans settled behind her, gathering her body against his as he tied his intricate knots. He started with her chest, tying knot after knot to display her pert breasts within the vest of ropes. He enjoyed the small bubbles of skin that snuck out between the tight nylon, leaning over to provide chaste kisses as he cooed compliments about how good she was being.
Grace closed her eyes and moaned weakly. Her body began to tremble as her lover pulled the rope taut against her soft skin. She bit her lip and enjoyed the bite the sliding rope provided.
Yes, this was Grace's favorite thing to do with her lover. She never allowed for this type of play with anyone other than him. She closed her eyes as the rope dragged across a nipple before cutting into her skin, forcing her breasts on display for her man. She focused on the slight yanking her body took as he tightened each knot with artistic precision.
Hans laid her down gently and moved around to the foot of the bed. Crawling up between her lewdly spread thighs, he started the rope at her ankles — tying intricate ladder knots up her calf until he took the tail of rope and wrapped it around her thigh, keeping her legs spread open— her calf pressed tightly against her thigh. Slowly, he moved to the other side for equal attention. He licked across her thigh, skipping over the heat that was radiating from her center, and moved to the other thigh. Grace trembled in anticipation, groaning and moaning for him to please touch her where she needed it most.
Hans grabbed his final length of rope and, bending over her, started to bind her arms at the wrist, palm to palm, as he worked his way up to her elbows. Finally, he leaned back on his heels, kneeling to observe his work.
Grace loved the primal aspect of this. She fought against the rope, enjoying the bite it provided as he yanked her body about. She thrived on the knowledge that she was completely helpless. It was so hot to her- Hans needing her so badly he had to tie her up, unwilling to let her escape, so he could have his way with her. She was completely at his mercy.
Hans felt similarly: the feeling of the rope slipping through his fingers as he wrapped the greatest gift he could ever receive - her full submission - intoxicated him. The amount of faith and trust that Grace blessed him with did not go unnoticed; nothing got his cock harder than when he looked into her lust-blown eyes, knowing she trusted him so much that he could do anything he wished to her body.
Grace was in full sub space now— writhing and moaning in the most sexual way, making even Claire blush. The pressure of the ropes allowed Grace to fully relax; it became almost comforting to her. Her breathing, once quick and shallow, melted into deeper, more fulfilling breaths. Her chest raised and lowered slowly, almost as if she were meditating. Grace was no longer thinking about work, or money, or her friends... there was only the rope.
It was an emotional scene. The love and care he provided to his woman as he carefully and artfully prepared her was to be admired. His eyes held nothing but lust and love while his dexterous fingers continued to design. He grabbed another length of rope and started on her hips, kissing along her body and caressing her as he created webbing around her hips and thighs. He reached between her legs, swiping a long finger through her arousal before bringing it to his lips for a taste.
"You taste divine, mein Schöne," he purred in her ear. "You look more beautiful than words could possibly describe." He returned to her lips, penetrating her mouth slowly, offering his tongue to her— foreshadowing what his cock would do soon. He swallowed her moans before breaking away to look at her face again.
Grace closed her eyes, focusing on the pinch and burn of her skin, and the delicious embarrassment that came with being spread open and on display for her man.
Hans laid down between her legs, running his hands across her thigh, bypassing her aching center and heading toward her breasts. He ran a thumb over each flat nipple, bringing the digit to his mouth to moisten before returning to her body. Her nipples pebbled under his attention, aching for a hard touch. Sensing her need, he pinched and rolled each nipple until she was whimpering.
"Please, sir... Please."
"Please what?"
"I need to come, Sir, please! Please let me come."
"I think not, Leibling. We have only just begun. But if you need your cunt filled, I can help with that."
Hans walked away toward a large cabinet. Jim leaned forward in his seat, trying to see what was inside, to no avail.
"It's filled with every toy you have ever imagined, I'm sure," Claire explained, her voice husky with lust. Jim took the opportunity to slide his hand along her thigh, seeking out the heat of her sex. He spread her lips with his index and ring fingers and slid his middle inside. Claire moaned and leaned back in her chair, returning her focus to the show as Jim slowly penetrated her.
Hans closed the cabinet doors, carrying several items over to the bed and laying them down.
"How long will he keep her tied up?" Jim whispered.
Claire simply shrugged. "I'm actually not sure; I've never seen this done before— not the way Hans does it, anyway."
Hans grabbed a medium-sized vibrator and some sort of gag, by the look of it. He stood off to the side, sliding the vibrator deep inside Grace before turning it on to a low pulse.
Grace groaned, "Oh please, Sir. I'm too sensitive...please! Turn the vibrating part off!"
Hans reached between her legs, stroking her clit before providing a sharp smack. She arched her back and cried out.
"Who is in charge of your pleasure?"
"You are, Sir!" Grace whimpered.
"That's right. I know just what you need, don't I?"
"Yes, Sir."
"There now... just relax into it. Stop fighting."
"Please sir... it's going to make me come," she warned.
Hans responded with another smack to her clit. "No. Your orgasms are mine. You will come on my cock or not at all, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good girl," he cooed. "Just relax."
She felt the sharp bite of the ropes as her muscles relaxed, no longer allowing herself that buffer from the pain. She watched as Hans walked around toward her head. Hans brushed some hair out of her face before he placed the spider gag in her mouth, forcing her jaw to remain open at all times. Hans leaned forward, pinching her cheeks together before spitting in her mouth and backing away. Jim took on a disgusted look, which made Claire laugh.
"It's not as gross as you'd think, honestly. Some people really like it - the degradation aspect."
"Don't EVER spit on me," Jim said.
"Oh... I never spit," she said with a wink, causing Jim's second finger to join in and speed up.
Hans stepped away, divesting himself of his overly-expensive clothing, neatly folding them and placing them in the corner before prowling back toward his prey. He took his length in his hand, lightly stroking himself as he approached her. As he got closer, he twisted his wrist as his fist slid over the head of his cock completely.
Jim grimaced and rubbed his chin, averting his eyes. He was rather proud of his own size, especially after Claire had complimented him on it that first night together. But that didn't stop him from being annoyed at confirmation of the German's. He'd been hoping the girls had just been stroking the man's ego with their talk. With a sigh, Jim returned his focus to the show, feeling yet another reassuring squeeze from Claire.
Hans now stood behind Grace, running his hands across her throat. "Du bist wunderschön," he purred.
"I am going to have to get a German to English translator," Jim muttered.
"I'll ask Grace later," Claire promised. "Hans tends to switch to German when he really gets going... it's hot as fuck."
I'll have to learn German, Jim thought with a passing glance to Claire.
The voyeur couple eagerly watched, waiting to see what Hans would do next. Jim couldn't help
but palm himself above his swim trunks.
"Oh god, yes, Jim... I wanna watch you touch yourself to this." Claire breathed as she arched her back to drive his fingers deeper into her. She dug her nails into the arm rest as she watched Hans grab Grace, spinning her in bed so she now laid across the short end of the bed with her head hanging off the mattress. He grabbed his length and shoved it roughly down Grace's throat.
Hans hissed as her throat muscles clamped around his length. "Relax, Leibling. I see it's been too long... you're out of practice. We will have to fix that won't we?"
"Unggg hunnnn," Grace mumbled in agreement.
"Yessss, take it. Nimm meinen schwanz... Nimm alles," the German hissed as he started fucking her throat. Grace's head remained hyperextended so she was at the perfect height for his cock. He continued thrusting a few more times before he quickly pulled out, leaving Grace gasping and covered in her own spittle.
"Du machst mich so scharf, ich will meinen harten Schwanz in dich stecken, und dich für Stunden ficken," Hans growled in a deep baritone.
Quickly, he flipped her over so her chest and face remained on the mattress. Unwilling to take the time to properly untie her, he strode toward the cabinet, grabbed a pocket knife, and quickly cut through the ropes on her legs. He roughly tossed Grace around, pressing her chest back into the mattress but allowing her feet to hit the floor. He gripped the rope around her torso and tugged, arching her back and pushing her ass out. He reigned down a flurry of smacks, leaving Grace a slobbering, crying mess.
"Yethhh, yethhh..." she cried out, struggling to speak through her gag.
He lined himself up with her glistening cunt and thrust forward, pounding into her from behind so aggressively that the bed slammed into the wall with each snap of his hips. Hans looked down at his submissive, breasts heaving as she frantically tried to catch her breath. Her face was stained with tracks of mascara that had fallen with her tears of pleasure. Hans looked smugly at her mussed hair; several tendrils had fallen loose from her braid. He loved making a mess of her.
"Do you like my cock? Tell me how much you like my cock," he commanded.
"Thooooo much, thirrrrr. I loth your cock thoooo much."
"Ja, Leibling!"
He slammed into her three more times before tugging her by her hair and smacking her bottom one more time. He then pushed her off and into the mattress.
"Stay there," he commanded. He walked around the side of the bed, picking up a large, stainless steel hook with a rope attached to it. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and thoroughly applied it to the toy.
"The fuck is that?" Jim whispered as Claire reached over and eased his shorts down just enough to start pumping him. Jim allowed his fingers to slip from her core, moving towards her clit instead.
"Anal hook," she replied breathlessly as she leaned over the seat to start sucking him.
"Mmm fuck, Claire."
"Soon, Daddy... soon."
Hans was back behind Grace. He reached around to remove her spider gag. "I wish to hear you
scream, Leibling," he explained to her. "Relax your bottom, and breathe... just breathe."
He was gently petting her back as he slid the smooth, bulbous head of the device into her bottom. She groaned and hissed, writhing beneath him as he worked it inside her.
"Good girl... good girl." Hans continued to pat her head as he inserted the hook as far as he wanted it. He lifted her body up onto the mattress so she could fully relax. After a few minutes he began to wiggle the hook inside her, causing quiet yelps and mewls to escape.
Hans laid flat on his back, calling for Grace to straddle him. "Face away, Leibling. Stick me inside you and start riding."
Grace obeyed without hesitation. She felt Hans slide the rope across her chest and pull, like he was holding the reins to an out-of-control animal. He drove deeper into her as she rode him. As he pulled on the rope, the hook was pulled upwards, hitting her at a sharp angle that made her cry out.
"Ich liebe deine enge nasse fotze!"
Claire stopped her fervent licking to pop her head up for a quick look. Smirking, she lowered her head to continue but Jim stopped her. He pulled her up in front of him, spinning her around so she could bend over the theater chair in front. He quickly pulled down her strapless suit, dropped his trunks to the floor, and kicked them aside. Reaching between her legs to rub her clit with one hand, he took his length in the other and quickly aligned himself before he thrust forward.
"Oh god, Jim! Yes!"
Jim didn't want the other couple to hear so he quickly shoved his thumb into her mouth for her to suck on, while his other hand remained busy rolling and pinching her clit. Claire whined helplessly as he sped up. She wasn't quite used to the aggressive side of Jim Gordon yet, more familiar with her sweet submissive and her gentle Daddy Dom. But she hoped she'd get the chance to let him out more. Claire could feel herself getting closer to release, along with Jim, who was cursing under his breath and trying to hold on. He didn't want the German to outlast him.
Grace screamed her release as Hans pulled the rope tight, planting his feet on the mattress to thrust inside her. He felt his spine tingle as his own orgasm approached. He cried out his release as his hips snapped against her: "Lass mich meinen samen in dich spritzen!"
"Oh god, yes, Sir! Give it to me!" Grace cried as he spilled his seed inside her.
Jim gasped and came inside Claire, throwing her over the edge as well as he plunged his cock deeper and rubbed her clit.
"Fuuucckkkk," he groaned as he began to recover. That humiliation of getting so turned on by the actions of someone he detested was creeping back again.
Claire giggled, agreeing with him. "Mmm-hmm... I knew you'd like that." She yawned as she pulled away from him— exhausted from their full day.
"I'm definitely going to need a translator though... I've got to know what he was saying," said Jim, echoing her yawn.
Claire slapped him on the chest playfully. "Still wanna scene tonight in front of him? Knowing
what he expects?"
Jim took a minute to think. "Yeah... I think I'm okay with it... as long as I can sneak in a quick nap with you before dinner? I'm completely wiped."
Claire smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him up for a kiss. "Absolutely. I need a nap too."