bendingsubmission: Getting ready to go out. No accident that she starts with the heels and pearls an
bendingsubmission: Getting ready to go out. No accident that she starts with the heels and pearls and nothing else. What she doesn’t expect is the tempo. Slow. Painfully slow. They belonged to her grandmother. An heirloom never intended to be used like this. Pulled down her back. One finger at the bottom of the strand. Not where she wants it. The shaking starts when I pull them taut, until they press against her neck. Then the gasp as I push them in. Yes. Of course there. What would your grandmother think of how much you are enjoying this? Her moan begins before I even finish the sentence. Only half the strand is inside before she is seeping to the lowest bead. It’s always the very proper things, used very improperly, which completely unhinge her. Then she wraps them around me, still wet. Smiles as she tightens them at the base of my cock. Thinking she’ll torment me. Silly girl. That’s not how this works. I feel her holding back. Less concerned she will hurt me, more that I will flex and scatter them. Part of me wants to. The part that enjoys pulling away the facade she holds up to the the rest of the world. Hiding the girl who wraps me in pearls, and chokes on the result until she breaks. I leave the pearls when I fuck her. Watching her face contort in beautiful ways after telling her she must reach the goal she unknowingly set. If you cant reach it little girl, the least you can do is paint it. That overloads her and I feel it running down my shaft. Then my hands force her hips. Down. Each stroke a stretch. Until I know the pearls are against her clit, and she’ll slip into that haze where she can’t stop shaking. While she lays in the heap I’ve reduced her to, I carefully place them around her neck. Eventually she can stand and dresses herself. We head to dinner. The drinks haven’t arrived before the scent of us from the necklace has her hand drifting across my thigh. Will anyone notice as we leave that the pearls are no longer around her neck? Perhaps, if they listen close enough. -- source link