AN: It's a Christmas miracle! It's non angsty smut in celebration of Mobazan's birth! This is a spin off of Laineyvb131's No Rules Saturday. I have her blessing to climb aboard the filth train. I hope you enjoy.
The gravel crunched under the tires as Elizabeth eased her SUV into the parking spot next to the sidewalk on the south side of their rural Virginia home. She put the vehicle in park and cut the engine. Elizabeth gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath.
The buzz from the alcohol had long since faded, but adrenaline was still racing through her veins. She glanced into the passenger seat where the small, plain paper bag was nestled into the side pocket of her purse, and she bit her bottom lip as a blush rushed up her neck and settled on her cheeks.
Earlier that evening…
"Bartender!" Isabelle called out, her voice carrying the short distance to where the young man leaned, talking to a couple seated at the bar.
He looked up and Elizabeth wondered if he was old enough to be consuming alcohol, much less tending the bar. She pursed her lips and shuffled the thought away. She realized that as she aged, everyone else seemed to look younger. It happened more and more now that she was a full time professor. Her students, and this bartender, looked to be no older than her daughter, Stevie, who at fourteen, was hardly more than a child. Elizabeth grimaced. Stevie would certainly disagree, as she did with nearly everything her mother said, or even thought.
Elizabeth shook her head. It had been a good evening. It wasn't often that Elizabeth had the opportunity to gather with all of her old co-workers. "Spy reunion," was what her husband, Henry, had dubbed the infrequent get-togethers. The only person missing was Conrad, but he had just moved back to California. There were murmurings of him entering the political arena, running for a state house position. She still had trouble wrapping her head around that idea. Conrad had always shown a distaste for the political side of things. But, then again she'd been away for a few years now. She was well aware of how things change.
"Bourbon. All around." Isabelle raised her hand and made a sweeping motion to the whole table, which now consisted of just the three ladies, Isabelle, Juliet and herself.
The young man grinned and first held up one finger and then two, asking how much. Isabelle gave each of them a side eye and then put up three fingers. Juliet's brow raised and Elizabeth sputtered and shook her head. "Isabelle! I have to drive home. I'm already two glasses of wine into this little soirée."
Isabelle chuckled. "Three!" she called, and within a few minutes tumblers were placed in front of each of them. Isabelle gave Elizabeth a hard stare. "Bess, don't be a party pooper. It's barely after 7. We've got plenty of time to get you sobered up for your drive home." When Elizabeth gave her an incredulous look, Isabelle softened a bit, at least as much as Isabelle softened. "Or, you can call Henry and tell him that I got you drunk and you're sleeping it off on my couch."
With that, Isabelle wrapped her fingers around the glass and raised it to her lips. Elizabeth watched about half of the amber liquid disappear into her mouth. A side glance at Juliet confirmed that she was doing the same. "I suppose I will end up calling Henry," Elizabeth said, raising her glass into the air, before drinking it herself.
It was obvious that Elizabeth wasn't used to drinking the volume that Juliet and Isabelle were and it was evidenced by the way that she wobbled and occasionally bumped into Isabelle as they exited the restaurant. The three stood at the corner and Isabelle started to hail a cab, but Elizabeth grabbed her hand, yanking it down. "What the hell, Bess?" Isabelle snarled, not bothering to mask her irritation.
"Look! We've got to go there!" Elizabeth pointed to the flashing neon sign down the street.
Juliet craned her neck to peer over Elizabeth's shoulder and groaned. "A sex shop? Really?"
Elizabeth turned around and nudged her friend. "Aiden might be thrilled if you brought something home." Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat at the thought of the Ben Wa balls that Henry had brought home not long before. "I think Henry would be."
"And what about me?" Isabelle asked. "It's not like I have somebody to go home to."
"I have a bigger issue with the fact that the store's name is Exstacy. Can they not spell?" Juliet chimed in.
"Maybe it's a play on the whole x-rated thing. Stop being such a downer. You made me drink. Now I'm making you do this." Elizabeth leaned into Isabelle. "And I guarantee you could find something fun, regardless of your relationship status." She poked Isabelle in the chest, pushing off of her, marching down the street only slightly off kilter.
Elizabeth pushed the fingerprint marred, glass door open with the other two trailing begrudgingly behind her. Bells jingled, signalling their arrival. Immediately, a man in his mid forties stepped from behind a curtain, to take his place at the counter. "Good evening, ladies." His gaze swept over them, from head to toe. He didn't bother to hide any ogling he may have been doing.
They murmured some sort of obligatory response and shuffled to the end of the aisle, out of his line of sight.
Isabelle soon forgot that she'd been hesitant about going and was picking up items, flashing them in front of Elizabeth and Juliet. "Some people are seriously fucked up. Who uses this stuff?"
"I think the hot pink vibrating dildo is right up your alley, Isabelle. If you used one regularly, maybe you wouldn't be so damned up tight." Elizabeth snatched it away from Isabelle and squinted at the print on the package. "Six speeds and it's textured." She shoved it back into Isabelle's hands. "This is a must buy."
Juliet snorted. "You two are a mess."
Isabelle shot Juliet a sideways look. "So what are you getting?"
Juliet shrugged. "Aiden is pretty vanilla. I think he would freak out if I showed up with some kind of sex toy. It would be an affront to his masculinity.
Elizabeth nearly choked. "Vanilla? Shouldn't that be chocolate?"
Isabelle gave her a shove. "For Christ sakes, Bess. Geez! Put a little liquor in you and you lose all tact."
Juliet was laughing. "It's fine. The point still stands. Nothing too crazy."
Elizabeth wandered away from the two and rounded the corner. "Hey Juliet," she called. "How about something like this?" She stepped back where they could see her as she stuck her head through the space between the hanger and nightie she modeled. "It's tasteful. Not too racy."
Juliet clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Maybe. Not that one though. He doesn't like blue. Red is his color." She stepped around Elizabeth to flip through the rack of lingerie. She looked over her shoulder. "You, on the other hand, should pick up that little blue number. You know blue is your color."
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders at the suggestion. She had a collection of lingerie that remained folded in a drawer. She rarely wore such things. An oversized t-shirt was much more her speed. Pulling the hanger back over her head, she hung it on a nearby rack and wandered down the next aisle, leaving the women to discuss which one Juliet should get.
She looked over each grouping of items. She and Henry had been married quite a long time and they'd never had a problem expressing themselves and occasionally being adventurous. After a near miss when Stevie was seven or eight, they purchased a lockbox, which sat on the top shelf of Henry's closet. It held their collection of scarves, vibrators, the Ben Wa balls, the dildo from when he'd been deployed, various tubes of lube and the pair of handcuffs that had only been used once.
As Elizabeth scanned the merchandise, her eyes fell to a piece of cardboard encased in a clear plastic wrapper, and her pulse quickened. Suddenly, the buzz she'd had drained away and she glanced over the top of the aisle to where her friends still stood, still perusing the nighties, Isabelle trying to talk Juliet into buying a specific style.
Elizabeth carefully reached out and slid the item off of the metal hook and turned it over in her hand. Inside the package were three clamps slid into slits in the cardboard. Each clamp was connected by O rings and a fine gauge chain. Fully adjustable, PVC tipped, silver plated. Her breath hitched and she turned the package back over in her hands.
She studied the simple black line drawing of the female form. The rudimentary sketch showed the clamps attached to the figure's nipples and the third was drawn in the triangle formed at the apex of the female's legs, definitely for the clit. A wave of heat and arousal rolled over Elizabeth and her decision was made. She was already thinking ahead to how she would present her find to Henry.
Making her way back around to Isabelle and Juliet, Elizabeth tried to act nonchalant. Of course, Isabelle noticed immediately. Elizabeth realized she had two ways to play the situation and knew that she couldn't really bullshit two of her best friends, especially when they knew so much about her.
A Cheshire Cat grin formed on Isabelle's face. "Bess, you're such a kinky bitch. You have no idea how jealous I am of you. You realize that if I thought I had prayer's chance in hell, I'd try to steal Henry away from you."
Elizabeth frowned and then rolled her eyes. "Yeah, not a prayer's chance in hell."
Isabelle ditched the dildo she'd been holding into a display of some sort of edible lube, but Juliet bought a pretty purple see-through number and Elizabeth made her purchase, slipping the brown paper bag into her purse.
Given how aroused she was at the idea of showing Henry, staying at Isabelle's was no longer a viable option for Elizabeth. The two bid Juliet farewell, putting her in a cab, and Isabelle had a coffee with Elizabeth until enough time had passed that Elizabeth felt safe to drive home.
Now, Elizabeth sat in her driveway and she was wound tight, thinking about how the evening could go. She walked in through the back door and entered the kitchen. She immediately bent down and unzipped her boots, kicking them against the baseboard. She looked up, taking in the kitchen and frowned.
Evidently, her family had pizza in her absence. The pizza box was abandoned on the bar and the plates and glasses were piled up on the counter. Oh, and ice cream. The mostly empty carton sat in the middle of the counter, a pool of chocolate around the base. She shook her head, almost violently. She wasn't going to let the mess ruin her mood. It could be dealt with later tomorrow, by her husband and children.
Making her way up the stairs, she gripped the oak handrail. Her hand jerking its way along, being pulled by the upward motion of Elizabeth's body. She checked in on the kids, making certain they were all sleeping. Only then did she make her way to the master bedroom.
Elizabeth cracked the door just wide enough for her to slip through and then leaned against it. When the latch clicked, Elizabeth reached behind her and twisted the lock. The children did not need to be blindly walking into their room tonight.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and her breathing was already erratic at the thought of what was to come. Henry had left the light over the bathroom vanity on and, even with the door over halfway closed, soft, yellow, light filtered into the room.
Elizabeth watched her husband's chest rise and fall slowly, the puff of exhaled air, ruffling the sheet nestled against his cheek. His leg was exposed, having at some point felt too warm. The pull to go to him was almost unbearable.
Her fingers wrapped around the brown paper and she shrugged, letting the leather strap of her purse fall and land with a thump at her feet. She tugged at her jacket sleeve and pulled her arm free. Repeating the action, the jacket fell next to her purse. Silently, she moved to the bed.
Elizabeth sat down on the edge of the bed, her hip bumping against his. She leaned over Henry, her left hand, both clutching the paper bag and bracing herself on the edge of the mattress as it dipped down under her weight. "Hey, baby," she murmured as she kissed his cheek. The stubble was rough and she leaned in, pressing her cheek to his, her breath hitching at the sensation.
Henry stirred when her lips connected with his skin, then the sharp inhale against his ear and by muscle memory alone, his hands found her waist and drew her closer. "What time is it?" he mumbled, her lips on his, prohibiting him from speaking clearly.
She glanced at the clock and just as his eyes opened, she whispered, "It's No Rules Saturday, and it's my turn."
Henry's eyes widened and took in the sight of his wife. Her hair fell forward, framing her face, the ends tickling his cheeks. "Oh," he said, his voice still scratchy from sleep.
"Undress me." It was both a command and a plea. Henry blinked a few times to fully wake up, and then pushed himself far enough away that he could sit up. He brushed the hair from his wife's face, and, cupping her cheek, pulled her in for a kiss.
She wasn't usually the one to take charge in the bedroom. Doing so now, was exhilarating and unnerving. She was glad that their relationship was strong enough to have this give and take. Henry still had his tongue gliding next to hers when she felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning her shirt. His hand was hot against her damp skin, and she pressed into it.
She broke the kiss, resting her head on his shoulder as he pushed her shirt down her arms, tossing it on the floor. Then his hands were on her hips guiding her to stand. Henry quickly flipped the covers back and swung his legs off the mattress, landing them on either side of hers.
Unbuttoning her pants, he tugged the zipper down. The material cascaded down her legs and pooled at her feet. Her muscles quivered beneath his touch. He looked up, concern spread across his features. "Are you cold?"
"No." Elizabeth mouthed it as much as said it as she thrust a paper bag into his hand. "I want this." The bag looked like one that a cashier would slide greeting cards into. He felt certain that wasn't what Elizabeth was handing him though. He tipped the bag and a slim piece of cardboard fell to his hand. At first glance, he thought it might be a dime store necklace like the ones the girls always received or gave to their little friends who had birthdays. But then he flipped it over to reveal the picture on the front side.
"Oh." The word came out as a whistle and he looked up at his wife. Elizabeth stood before him in only her bra and panties. Goosebumps covered her body and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. "You want this?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded then gave him a sheepish smile and a one shoulder shrug. "It is No Rules Saturday." Her eyebrow quirked the slightest bit, and then her bravado faltered. She was saying something else, presumably a reason as to why nipple clamp, and holy fuck, a clit clamp was something she wanted to try, but Henry literally could not process her words. Every thought he had and every word he may say drained with all of the blood in his body and pooled in his dick.
He was certain that there had been very few times in his life when he went from flaccid to rock hard in a matter of seconds. This was one of those times. He shifted to accommodate his length in his boxers and he caught her grin. "Everything okay there, Captain?"
"Just," he murmured as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the right of her belly button. "Fine."
Using her hips as leverage, he pulled himself to stand and pressed his length into her belly. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. "Can I take these off?" His voice was strained.
"Please," she said.
He pushed the lace garment over her hips until they fell and then she turned them so she was against the edge of the bed. Elizabeth reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms, before she sat down and pushed herself to the middle of the bed.
Henry was about to follow her when he glanced down and saw the dark pink spot in her otherwise soft pink panties. "You're really wet. You've been thinking about this for a while."
Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows and watched the smirk cross his face. "It was a two hour drive home, babe."
"Then I shouldn't make you wait any longer," Henry surmised as he tore open the plastic and removed the chains from the cardboard. It took him a moment to figure out which end was up, but then Elizabeth shivered as he stretched the chain out across her belly, a clamp falling to each side and the third resting between her legs.
Elizabeth watched as he moved to lay beside her, his hand trailing up her side, his fingertips circling her nipple before he traced her collarbone, up her neck and into her hair. "I love you," he whispered against her lips and kissed her.
The metal against her skin felt both cold and hot and the anticipation was driving her to the edge. Henry moved and once again had his hand on her breast, kneading it, pinching her nipple into a hard peak, all the while moving his lips over her jaw, behind her ear and down her neck. Her body was so focused on how his touch felt that her eyes shot open when he pulled away. He was perched above her, straddling her hips, studying the clamp.
Elizabeth's heart beat faster and she licked her lips. He pinched her nipple with one hand and lowered the clamp, fitting it around her with the other. When he released it, she didn't feel much of anything, which was somewhat of a disappointment. He saw her expression and chuckled. "Hold on. I have to tighten this screw to increase the tension. I backed it off so it wouldn't start out too tight. I don't want to hurt you." Elizabeth's heart swelled at the care he showed her.
He moved to her other breast and teased the nipple to a peak before attaching the clamp. Then he settled his chest between her legs and propped himself up on his elbows. "Should I do one, then the other, or both at the same time?"
"Both," she replied as she took a deep breath. The pressure started as very gentle, but then with one turn, a direct current ran from her nipples to her center and she bucked her hips into Henry, with a loud, "Fuck!"
Henry slapped his hand over her mouth. "Shh," he said. He watched her chest heave as she tried to catch her breath. "Do you want more?"
"Yes. No. Maybe," she stuttered, trying to gather her thoughts. "Not—now."
Seeing his wife in such a state was sending his arousal into overdrive. He dropped his head and dragged his tongue down her stomach in a line next to the chain.
Pushing up on his elbows, Henry set about his next task. Elizabeth instinctively pulled knees up and let her legs fall wide, opening herself to him. He could see that her folds were slick and her clit was engorged, poking out from between them. He quickly moved to part her folds, which caused her to jerk. "Stay still," Henry muttered. It took a couple tries to get the positioning correct but finally he sat up. "Tell me when," he ground out, seeing her hands pressed to the sides of her head, physically trying to hold herself together. As gently as he could, he turned the tension on the clamp and on the third turn, the muscles in her legs began to twitch. "Oh, God," she drawled, arching her back into the sensation.
Henry had had enough. "I need you," he said, leaning over her, pressing his body to hers. She gasped and he pulled back quickly and flipped her, pulling her up on her knees. The weight of the chain tugging on the clamps was a whole new sensation and before she could fully process that, Henry had buried himself deep inside her. She dropped to her elbows and buried her face in the pillow, to muffle her scream.
With each sharp pull of her hips into him, the chain swayed and pulled and Henry hit the spot just inside that sent her flying on a normal day. Elizabeth once had notions of participating in this tryst of sorts, but now, she was so overwhelmed, she could do nothing but take it. She walked precariously on the line between pleasure pain just all out pain, and while the tension in her entire body pulled tighter and tighter, she thought it might cross over at any moment.
Then she snapped. Her entire body seized. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body, holding her in place, unable to move until it finally released its hold on her and Elizabeth collapsed into the bed. Every part of her body felt like lead. She was exhausted. Her legs still twitched and her nipples rubbing the sheets felt like fire, but she couldn't move.
Henry had emptied into her seconds before she started shaking and when she fell face first into the bed, spurting everywhere, he'd chuckled at first. However, when she didn't move, he became concerned. He pulled her onto her side. "Babe?" he ventured, cautiously.
She moaned weakly. "Should I take them off?" Elizabeth moaned again. It didn't specifically sound like a pleasure moan, so he took that as a yes and loosened the clamps, removing them one at a time. The blood flow immediately returned, producing a second wave of euphoria.
When Elizabeth still didn't speak, Henry scooted in behind her, kissed the shell of her ear and held her.
It was several minutes before Elizabeth regained her bearings. When she did, she pulled Henry's hand to her lips and kissed it. "That was…intense."
"It sure looked like it," Henry laughed softly.
Elizabeth turned to look over her shoulder. "Was it okay? I mean I was so focused—I didn't really notice after a certain point." She frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I know there have been times when I'm focused more on my pleasure than yours. It happens. And besides, it was excellent. You were very hot." Henry kissed her bare shoulder.
Elizabeth started to roll into him and stopped as her legs came into contact with the sticky, wet and now cold sheets.. "Good Lord, Henry. The bed is a mess. What did you do?"
"Me? No way am I taking credit for that. That's all you, babe." Henry couldn't keep the grin off his face.
"You're joking." She studied him for a moment. "You're not joking. That's just…"
"Hot? Sexy? A real turn on? Yeah, all of that." He nuzzled her neck. "Do you want to get up and clean up? I can change the sheets."
"I should, but you wore me out." Elizabeth tipped her head to look at the clock. "And it's only 1:30. There's a lot of No Rules Saturday left." She smirked and then finally rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Minutes later, she emerged wearing one of Henry's t-shirts and a new pair of underwear. Henry had tossed all of the bedclothes in a pile on the floor and had remade the bed, putting the spare blanket on.
He tucked her under the covers next to him and laced their fingers together. "Should I be concerned that you brought a sex toy home from the Spy Reunion? Was that a party favor?"
Elizabeth laughed. "Not hardly. That was the product of Isabelle insisting on three fingers of bourbon after the guys left. We had to do something to pass the time so I could sober up."
A comfortable silence fell over them and Elizabeth was just about to doze off when Henry turned into her side and murmured, "Did you like it? I mean, like it enough to want it like that all the time?"
Elizabeth shook her head against him. "Just occasionally." She reached back and poked him in the side. "You should try it."
"Maybe I will. Like you said, we have a lot of No Rules Saturday left." With that, he wrapped his arms around her and they fell asleep.