Authors: Carolyn Faulkner
The Obedient Wife (9 page)
But as many times as she reiterated that point to him, he still found himself endlessly fascinated by just the mere possibility of long strings of orgasms he knew he’d never be able to have.
For him, unfortunately, they’d met too late in life for that - not that he’d done much of it even when he was young. He figured he could count on one hand the number of times in his life that he’d been able to cum twice in a row, and the instances had diminished considerably the older he got - even with the love of his life.
But
Ginger
was another matter.
Even now, he couldn’t keep his hand from wandering down between them to let that curious finger of his part her lips and find the little nub of flesh he’d been seeking. He knew that sometimes, when she’d cum a lot, she needed it fast and furious to get there again, and sometime she needed it slow and very, very light.
He went for light first, and was rewarded by a deep groan.
“
Nooooooo
,” she whispered raggedly, but she knew better than to close her legs to him.
“Oh yes, Lovely.” He buried his face in the curtain of her hair, breathing deeply of the
perfumey
scent of her shampoo. “You know how much I love to make you cum.”
“But I just . .
. !
”
He didn’t answer her almost complaint, just continued to avidly read her face and every movement of her body, but mostly her eyes, which she locked with his while he made subtle adjustments to the pressure and speed of his bold caresses after adding a dollop of lube to his finger and replacing it, right where it had been, and picking up the thread of her arousal as if he hadn’t missed a beat.
“You know I’m going to have to do that to you again, don’t you?”
“Do what?” she asked. Arousal made her deeply stupid.
“Have you
go
out in public wearing your little friends.”
“Public?” she parroted back to him, trying for alarm but not quite reaching it through the layers of pure arousal he was conjuring in her.
“Yes. I think the next time we go have dinner with my parents you’ll be humming along the entire time.”
She wanted to argue with him - well, as much as she ever could. She wanted to protest - loudly - and do her best to change his mind, but every bit of her body was tensed and readying itself for the orgasm he was hurtling her towards and it couldn’t be bothered to spare her the brain cells necessary to do that.
All she got out was a soft, “No,” but it sounded more like she was protesting his caresses than his devious plan.
“Oh yes, my love. You’re going to be sitting at the Olive Garden,” which was his parents’ favorite restaurant, “in one of those maroon and wood chairs with the wheels, and I’m going to have the remote in my pocket. You’ll never know when I’ll goose the level, and you’re going to have to cope with it, somehow, without letting them catch on, of course.”
She knew he wasn’t just talking. The things that Sean often wondered out loud somehow managed to really happen most of the time.
She could see that these little things needed to go the way the she tried to get the Ben
Wa
balls to go. Only this time, she needed to succeed.
Lord knows she didn’t want a repeat of that punishment.
After a little while of torturing her with visions of being embarrassed in front of his parents, he finally allowed her the last orgasm of the evening, and it was one of the hardest she’d had, no thanks to his embarrassing threat.
Although it was early, he had her tucked in and asleep not long after, until the bedside phone rang, waking her up.
“Who is it?” Ginger asked, opening one bleary eyeball to stare up at him. Phone calls at night were rarely about anything good, in her experience.
Sean grinned down at her like the Cheshire cat. “It’s Mom. She wants to know if we want to go out to dinner tomorrow night.”
Both eyes opened comically wide in alarm and she made a desperate grab for the phone, but he held it well away from her as he spoke.
“We’d love to, Mom. Where do you want to go?” As if he needed to ask.
Ginger held her breath, already knowing her fate for tomorrow.
“Olive Garden? Sure! Ginger will be positively
vibrating
with anticipation.”
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