Bulma was flat on her tummy, shuddering, as he lay on top of her, panting in the crook of her shoulder.
"That was fun," she cracked with an amorous laugh.
It was evidently, after their third time together, that she could come faster with him.
They had decided to keep seeing each other at those parties. Both had busy agendas with jobs that frequently required travel and left them with little free time, but he and her husband had to be at the Capitol one week a month. The timing was perfect; at the end of the weeklong sessions, the congressmen wanted their minds as far as possible from the laws.
That her husband gladly agreed to her offer hadn't surprised her; both times he left the event very pleased. His flirtatiousness had always enraged her, to the point that she was even jealous of her own shadow, but now, she didn't so much care, because she too left the place satisfied.
They didn't sign a declaration of exclusiveness, no statutes or regulations were voiced but three principle articles were entailed.
Art. 1.- Besides our mates, we will be exclusive. Clause A: If our companions choose different people each time, that's their preference.
Art. 2.- We will not announce this agreement to our partners. Clause A: It will arouse suspicion and we don't want that.
Art. 3.- Don't get attached. Clause A: We are married to other people, Clause B: This is just sex
Now was their fifth time together, and it took Vegeta less than twenty minutes to reach his orgasm, and her less than fifteen. Every position she fantasized performing, he'd wonderfully execute. Still, she wanted to push his limits and see how far he would take her.
"Do you mind if I play with a few toys? I came so fast that I forgot we could use them."
Toys? Quizzically, he searched the room and noticed she had laid a big violet bag on the floor. His softening cock was still inside her when she pushed her hips up, milking him so slowly, stealing an embarrassing whimper.
"Or we can stay like this, your rules today."
Like many men, Vegeta thought his libido was high, stronger than others. His wife, like many wives, opened her legs in waiting for her husband to bring her orgasm, and she came easily. But after his third time with this woman, it was evident that he knew nothing about women with high standards in bed. Despite being the best and superior to others when it came to sex, he was nothing to this orgasmic lady. He wanted to beat every test she set.
One blue eye regarded him from the corner of his eyes. He grunted in response, went to get her bag, and dropped it unceremoniously next to her.
Bulma slowly dug around inside of it, inspecting his reaction as she pulled out toy after toy. His eyes jutted in astonishment as different sized, colored and scented dildos; cock rings, cuffs, lubricants and things she knew he didn't know the names of exited the bag . Okay, she thought, this is his line. But that thought rapidly vanished when his face shifted. He was grateful she had brought new packages to use only with him.
Oh, if he knew.
"I don't know what you like, so I bought what I'm curious to use. My husband thinks his dick is enough." She didn't even try to hide the disdain in her voice.
A long purple string with small balls caught his attention. It resembled a rosary, and she felt instantly sinful for it. He sent her an accusatory glare that left a blush on her cheeks.
"We don't have to use all of them!"
She had tried to snatch the beads from him, but he was faster.
"Are you curious to use this, woman?" A challenging brow lifted above his eye, but she misunderstood it as judgement
Bulma turned her gaze away. "I can explore my pleasure too, you know."
It wasn't her intention, but she was projecting onto him years and years of the old notion that 'girls should be sinless'. It was bad enough that her husband wasn't interested in indulging her basic fantasies, but now even her flame condemned her vulgarities?
Was she a nymphomaniac?
"And my name is Bulma," she muttered between her teeth.
Strong fingers on her jaw turned her head until she met his eyes again. She gave him a hard expression, daring him to point a finger at her and blame her of obscenity in the middle of their indecency. He returned one of his own. His twitching cheek said, "don't compare me with that poor excuse of a husband." While the suggestive way his eyes danced across her face, were telling her that he wanted to explore her fantasies just as badly.
He pressed his mouth forcefully against hers until her lips parted in defeat.
She was a leader in her work, a boss of minions, a commander of those beneath her. Not here. As domineering as she seemed, she wanted someone who could overpower her in sex, take the reins of her satisfaction and make her obedient to his commands.
"Lay down on fours."
The guttural sound that came from the depths of his diaphragm made his vocals cords vibrate along with her desire. The independent woman in her rejected the command, while the slave in her rejoiced. Stubbornly, she was about to protest when he let out the airstream of his lungs more fiercely than before.
"On all fours, I said!"
With some obstinacy, she complied. She placed the palms of her hands on the couch and supported her torso, while her knees rested near the edge, both feet in the air. She was a perfect table. "If you-"
"Don't talk." He didn't let her start, unkindly reminding her of her own words. "I make the rules tonight."
Vegeta stood next to her and grabbed a bottle of lubricant, letting the oil drip across her lower back and ass.
Bulma flinched in reflex as the cold liquid hit her intimate parts.
Though it warmed quickly on her skin. With every order, her body heated, and the liquid less resembled glacial waters. He roamed his hands across the expanse of her back, massaging gently over her derrière and down her thighs, heating the fluid with the slow friction of his hands across her flesh.
"You can only speak when I speak to you." His fingers ran along her spine, and Vegeta marveled on how appetizing was the vision of oil in her skin, as if she was a treat covered with caramel.
With the forceful sound of his voice, her limbs went numb with yearning. Bulma arched her back a fraction while her pride endured the temptation to submit.
"You will call me master otherwise get punished." A little to hard his palm smacked her ass, and she involuntary spread her legs apart.
He had never been aggressive with his wife, who whined at the smallest ache. In no time, it aroused him, in spite of that, he dared to push his self-imposed boundaries. His palm left a red stain on her buttock; however, her body twitched in response while her moisture unfoldded to slide down her thighs. He could smack her all night just to see her squirm.
"I will do anything I want to you, and you will not resist." One lubricated finger penetrated between her lips, gradually, and a whimper of relief escaped her mouth. Her body shivered at the minimal contact he made, and her asshole flinched in anticipation. She couldn't decide if she was relieved or saddened.
Blinded by her enjoyment, she didn't notice the struggle with which he voiced his next demand.
"Tonight, I own you, your pleasure is mine to explore." Another finger joined her anxious core, and her arms gave out, leaving her on elbows and knees.
He fingered her faster, his vexed heartbeat setting the pace. She didn't know the effort it took to claim that he owned her.
Just for the night.
Regardless of how he felt, he was determined to participate in her most depraved fantasies. He knew her husband never would.
"Tonight, you're mine. Are we clear?" He removed his fingers only to press his thumb against her pulsating nub of nerves, and with the other hand, led the head of the first bead to kiss her rear end.
When he started moving his thumb in circles, slowly inserting the lewd rosary in her back door, her arms fully collapsed, and her chest laid bare against the cold quilted couch. This man finally made her relinquish the hold on her pleasure, and willingly she give it to him.
Her backside glistened temptingly with the lube he had spread over her, and his cock started to throb to life once again, aroused by the moans she was giving him. But he went completely hard when, between gasps of urgent devotion, she only said, "Yes... master."