Anything You Ask

He did as she fluidly lifted the chiffon up and over her head. And he watched as she gingerly stepped up on the bed. He watched as she carefully lifted a leg to straddle him, and he watched as she delicately lowered herself over his mouth.

"Taste me, Steven!"

Kathleen slid easily onto his opened mouth; she felt his tongue flatten out and her clitoris bulbed outward to meet it. She ground her labia against his lips and even his teeth, forcing his mouth open as far as it would go. His nose burrowed into her folds, and she greedily mashed against it. He mumbled against her crotch and the vibration spiraled to her toes. The climax came quickly. She held herself rigid as it burst through her. Tiny aftershocks forced their way out. Steven waited. And then began to lick. He licked eagerly. He licked hungrily. He lapped at her as if trying to quell an unquenchable thirst. She shuddered again and nearly collapsed against him.

And when she finally lifted herself off, she did collapse against the bed.

"Let me up, Kathleen, I need up!"

She looked at him. His face was wet with her, and his skin was flushed. The tendons in his neck were bulging. His fists were clenched, his chest muscles tight. His penis stood straight up with trickles of moisture bubbling down the shaft. His balls were rigid.

"You are up, darling!"

"Damn it Kathleen, I need up!"

"Not yet, Steven, not yet!"

"You're going to kill me!"

"What a way to die, though!"

Kathleen stood up. She reached for the nipple clamps and butt plug that Steven had bought. She had taken the time to remove them from their packages earlier. Now she began to fondle them, turning them over and over in her hands, almost maniacally.

She could see the slight panic begin to rise in Steven's face.

"What are you thinking, Kathleen?"

She didn't answer him. Instead she held up the nipple clamps. The clamp for each nipple was made with two slim bars that resembled a pair of tweezers with rubber covers over the tips. Once in place, there was an adjustable ring that could slide up the bars to tighten the clamp. An eight-inch chain connected the clamps.

"Kathleen?"

Kathleen dangled the chain over him. She swung it like a pendulum, back and forth. She brushed away what was left of the dried henna, and loved the reddish brown stain that circled his areola. The new discovery that he had such sensitive nipples would work to her advantage. She pinched up the tips again and then put the first clamp on the raised nub. She slipped up the ring to tighten it in place. Steven bucked up off the bed, pulling on the scarves.

"Oh my god, Kathleen!"

She ignored him and clamped the other nipple. She tightened the second ring. His nipples were caught tightly between the bars.

"Please, oh god, please Mistress!"

"Please what?"

"Oh geez, I don't know, oh god, Kath!"

Steven was fighting for air. His body was covered with sweat. Kathleen wasn't sure if he was begging for more or begging for less. She picked up the butt plug and began to fondle it in her hands again. Kathleen and Steven had dabbled in anal play on occasion, with fingers and tongues. But this plug was a little bigger than that. It was completely made of rubber with rounded edges that formed a cone and a lip around the outside edge that would keep the plug in place.

Kathleen purposefully grabbed some oil and began to rub it on the plug like she was masturbating it. Steven went still. His face was beet red.

"Oh no, Kathleen, please, Please don't, please?"

"You said 'anything,' Steven."

"Oh god."

Kathleen climbed up in between Steven's open legs.

"PLEASE!"

She continued to rub the plug with oil until it was completely covered.

"Mistress, Kathleen ... oh god!"

She got up on her knees and pressed her outer thighs against his inner ones, His strength was ebbing so she was able to force his legs open a little further. Steven watched with horrid fascination. He watched until her hand disappeared between his legs. Her oil-slicked hand ignored his rigid penis and slipped greasily over his balls. She reached further, probed deeper until she touched the crinkled entrance to his ass. She teased it gently with her fingertip, and then slowly pressed against the hole. Her finger popped in, and she held it still. She felt his pulse drumming inside of him.

"Oh Kath, oh Kath, oh Kath!"

She slowly moved her finger around and around. She felt his sphincter loosen as he relaxed. The heat of him kept the oil liquid and slippery. Gradually his opening enlarged. Kathleen deftly switched the plug for her finger.

"I ... I can't take it Kathleen! It feels too good, it feels too good!"

But he did take it. She inserted the tip of the plug inside of him and waited. His hips were undulating against the bed. His penis drooled in its euphoria. She pushed it further. And waited.

"Kath!"

She pushed it all the way. His asshole closed quickly around the lip of the plug, holding it in. The muscles in his ass cheeks clenched. He pressed his butt against the bed, and rotated his hips.

Kathleen sensed he was past the point of caring what he was doing, past knowing anything. He needed. He wanted. He jerked his hands and his legs. She watched the scarves tighten around his wrists and ankles. He jerked again, and with a primal roar, wood cracked and splintered as the bedposts disintegrated. He was on her in an instant. His hands were viciously greedy as he flipped her to her back.

There were no soft, cooing love words. It was primal and raw. He lifted her legs around his waist and pummeled her. Kathleen felt his cock thicken, felt the head explode and felt the fluid baste the inside of her womb. His orgasm torpedoed into her vagina, and she welcomed it. She had never felt so full. She pulled him tighter. His spasms rocked inside of her and, like a chain reaction, jolted her into climax. It was one continuous orgasm that started in him and ended in her.

He collapsed on top of her. Their bodies were slick with sweat and sex. Kathleen gulped for air. Her chest burned with the lack of it. She couldn't talk, couldn't move, couldn't do anything except pray for breath.

Steven rolled off her in one solid motion like a dead man. His hands flailed above his head. His breathing was just as serrated as hers, as if they were swallowing air jagged with spikes.

Her body shuddered with goose bumps. She rolled to her side to look at him. His head slumped towards her, and with love-drugged eyes, he smiled. She smugly flopped over to her stomach, and the bed crumpled to the floor, beneath them.

"Oh my god, Steven, YOU BROKE THE BED!"

He raised his head, looked around at the damage, and with pure male ego said:

"Kath, I told you I would do anything for you!"