All Chapters of Lovers In Disguise: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

later."You like that, don't you?""Yes, Sir, I like it," she replies, laughter now also in her voice. Jazz looks a little irritated, thenpushes the vibrator deeper into her."That better stay in until I come back."I half expect her to answer with a succinct, "Or what?", but she leaves it at a meek, if fake smile. Atleast he doesn't ask for her permission or anything like that. When he returns with the bottle of lube,he pushes one, then two of his fingers into her ass while he keeps the vibrator firmly in her pussy.Eventually he deems her prepped enough, and after applying lube to the vibrator, slides it slowly intoher ass. Bella holds her breath, her body language changing from languid to expectant for a moment,but it soon switches back when all he does with the vibe is make a few, very slow thrusts. I'm all forteasing her, mercilessly even, but right now he's only boring her."Let's spice this up a little, shall we?" he says, and this time she doesn't hold back.

he lets it slide, but gets the other box of clothespins, the plastic ones. Bella goes still when he startsputting them on her labia first, pinching the puffy, swollen flesh around and between her piercings. Healso uses them on her tits, forming neat circles around the edge of each of her aureoles, the last twopins on her nipples make her whimper. Lastly, he adds a few more on her arms, but not on her thighs,which makes me curious.Once he's done he steps away and admires his work a little, before he picks up the paddle again.Holding it in front of her eyes first, he brushes it almost tenderly over each of her cheeks, then downbetween her tits until he reaches her pussy. I'm a little surprised when he taps it twice against the pinson her labia, but the shudder she gives in response looks good.Still standing beside her, he proceeds to slap her spread thighs with the paddle, fast and almostmethodically. At first she takes each hit in stride, but before long her legs st

allows me to reach her breasts with my mouth instead. "Guess I'll have to do something about that.""You should," she moans as my hungry mouth finds her left nipple, her hands holding my head in placeas I start sucking and nibbling on the pierced flesh. I'm so happy her nipples are finally completelyhealed so that I can lick them again, much to her ongoing amusement. Today she doesn't tease meabout it, though, but instead arches her back in an attempt to urge me on as she presses her tits into myface."Yeah, like that!" she grunts as my hand finds her other nipple, deftly pinching the already tormentedflesh. "May I rub my clit?"I'm a little surprised that she asks, seeing as we're obviously not playing, but I don't mind, of course."No," I tell her succinctly, then grin up at her when she looks disappointed."But you may pinch it. I want to listen to you moan in pain."Her eyes glaze over a little as she nods, then slips one hand in between our bodies. The angle is a

"Just when do you ever suffer anything in silence?"As intended, that makes her crack up, and she keeps grinning at me even when I let go of her again."Like you don't get off on my grunts and moans and screams!""Of course I do. That's the whole point of making you grunt and moan and scream.""And here I thought you were just indulging my needs," she huffs good-naturedly, then watches as Icontinue to fold the ropes – the right way, of course."You know, I've been thinking," she starts, then waits until I look at her before she goes on. "Jazz willbe away for a day next week. Maybe we could plan something fun to do while he's gone?""Define fun?" I ask, more to humor her than anything, as I know I probably won't get to see her at allbetween Wednesday and Saturday because of my forty-hour shift."Well, you know, the kind that leaves me banged up and unable to walk?"I flash her a grin, because how could I not? But at the same time I feel a wave of regret alreadyseeping t

soft limits although I think she's outgrown her hesitancy to try. I'm curious whether she will protest –or leave the list untouched and herself none the wiser about what I have in store for her. As hersafewords are still active whatever we do, I'm not concerned about pushing her that one step too far –she'll let me know if I need to back off, or if she's ready to take the plunge.Kissing Jazz good-bye at the airport leaves me strangely melancholic, even though I know that he willbe back again in thirty hours. Yet the thought of what is to come soon has me in a good mood. On theway home I pick up fresh bagels and muffins for breakfast – or whenever we'll actually get to eatthem.As expected, I find Bella kneeling on the living room floor upon my return, but she's not as relaxed asI'm used to from the playroom. Her usual air of serenity is replaced by a certain jumpiness, and I seeher twitch at least twice in the minute I take to just stand by the door and watch her. S