What Piper Needs

by Amanda Abbott

  After a few more wonderful moments, she drew back. “This wasn’t part of my plan. You know how to make a girl forget herself, Michael Collins,” she scolded. “But, goddamn it, I want to fuck you so bad, too.”

  She sighed as she lifted herself off of him and stood.

  Then she picked up her glass and filled it, downing the entire thing in one go. “Finish yours”—she nodded to his glass on the table—“then you get to go into the room where orgasms are made.”

  He picked up his glass and drained it immediately. “Do I get any hints?”

  “Absolutely not.” She refilled his glass, upending the bottle and emptying it. Her breasts were still exposed, and they bobbed deliciously as she moved.

  “Have I told you lately that you have great tits?”

  She smiled. “You haven’t in a while, but I know you love them. They’re small, but perky.”

  “They’re not small at all. They’re more than a handful, and in that outfit they look ten times bigger.”

  She threw her head back and laughed. “So you’re saying I should wear this kind of thing more often? Maybe while I’m making dinner?”

  He stood and walked toward her, grinning. “That’s not such a bad idea. I could totally get into eating out more at home. You don’t cook nearly enough.”

  “I don’t cook at all. But I’ll have to make a note to buy more of these outfits since you’re so fond of them.”

  When he reached her, he used his tongue to trace the tops of both breasts. “I like naked just fine, but this is something sweet.”

  She took the empty glass out of his hand and returned it to the bar. Then she bent over, opened the minifridge, and took out a jar of something. “Come with me, big boy. It’s time for the fun to begin.”

  He followed, no questions asked.

  13

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  Piper set the honey she’d just grabbed out of the fridge on the bedside table. She’d left the strap-on in the adjoining bathroom. She wanted Michael buzzed and completely ready for anything before she let him see it.

  “What’ve you got there?” he asked, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle, kissing her neck.

  She turned in his arms, stringing her hands along his shoulders and pressing her bare breasts into his chest. “I have some more sweetness for you.” She laughed.

  He glanced over her shoulder. “Honey and chocolate-covered strawberries? Two of my favorite things.” His tongue found its way back to her collarbone. “I’m a lucky man.”

  “I know how you tick, baby. All I need now is some crème brûlée, and we’re all set.”

  “We can always order that when we’re done.”

  He kissed her.

  It took her breath away for a moment, but she didn’t want to lose track like she had in the living room. Michael was just too sexy. All she wanted was his mouth all over her. “My thoughts exactly.” She stepped back, turning him around and backing him onto the bed.

  He lay down on the sheets, and once he was organized, she climbed on top, straddling him.

  “So who gets to taste the sweetness first?” Michael asked, his hands stroking their way up her corset.

  Piper leaned over and grabbed the honey off the bedside stand.

  Honey was sticky, so its use would be minimal, but she had no fear that every last drop would be licked away by her hungry husband. Michael had honey on his toast nearly every morning. He liked it on ice cream and cereal.

  This man adored his honey.

  “You’ve already had some tastes. Now it’s my turn,” Piper said. “But before we start, how do you feel about being…tied up?” While she waited for him to respond, she placed a dot of honey on his pec, right above his nipple. Then she bent over and lapped at it, smearing it around before closing her lips around his peak and sucking.

  Michael’s hands plowed through her hair. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “That’s good. Tied up, huh? Anything sounds good to me right now. Do your worst.”

  Piper sat up, grinning. She put the honey down. Then she opened the drawer next to the bed and took out two pairs of handcuffs. The saleswoman had tried to get her to buy padded pink ones, but she’d told her hell no. If she was going to use them, she wanted them to at least mimic the real thing.

  She dangled them in front of Michael’s face and grinned. “Unfortunately, this bed is too modern. The headboard is inconveniently bolted to the wall, so I had to improvise. I tied some strips of material to the legs of the bed and brought them up here. I’m going to attach the cuffs to those. I think that’ll hold if you don’t squirm too much. Give me one of your hands.”

  Michael raised a wrist. Piper had to close her eyes for a moment as tingles of anticipation raced through her, all her nerve endings sparking at once.

  This was going to be so good. She could feel it.

  She slid one cuff around his wrist and clipped it shut. It wasn’t as heavy as she imagined a real one would be, but it still had weight. She leaned over and attached it to the material. After dismissing the idea of cutting up a pillowcase after she arrived, she’d run back out to the fabric store, but the trip had clearly been worth it.

  As she arched over Michael’s head to secure his other hand, he latched on to a nipple.

  Instead of pulling back, she dipped lower and rubbed her breast into him as she secured the cuff to his wrist and then the loop. She lifted her chest slowly and eased it back down, Michael’s lips never breaking their seal. She loved a good titty suck.

  With regret, she pulled back.

  He unlatched with a pop, groaning.

  “There you go,” she said. “How do they feel?”

  Michael tested the restraints. They didn’t give very much. “They’re secure. I can’t move my arms.” His voice turned gruff as he said, “Even without honey, you taste so sweet. I’m fairly certain that’s why I developed a love for the product in the first place.” As he said it, he lifted his hips and rocked his erection against her ass. “More, please.”

  “I’m ready to give you more,” Piper told him, smiling down at her handsome husband. “My plan is to sit on your mouth.” She grinned wickedly. “But first”—she plucked the honey off the bed stand—“I’m going to rub my clit with this, and you’re going to watch.”

  Michael tossed his head from side to side and yelled so loudly Piper knew that if there were people in the room next door, they totally heard him. He sounded like a wounded animal, and it made her shiver.

  Piper scooted back a little, so he could have a full view.

  His head was propped up by a pillow. His eyes were lidded, but he watched her like a hawk.

  Very laboriously, she beaded a line of honey along the top of her index finger. She popped the lid and tossed the honey on the coverlet. “You want this, right?” she teased, waving her finger at him. “You want me to put it here?” She brought her hand down and gestured below her beltline, hovering her finger inches away.

  “Yes.” Michael visibly hummed with need. “I want you to fucking put it there.”

  Piper placed her finger on her clit and rubbed. “Ahh,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”

  “Bring that pussy over here,” Michael demanded. “I need to taste it right now.”

  She lifted herself off of his stomach, taking the pillow from behind his head and throwing it to the side, as she edged up to his face. Before she fully lowered herself onto his waiting mouth, she teased, “You only get a few licks, naughty boy.”

  “I’ll take anything I can get.”

  Ever so slowly, she eased herself onto his tongue.

  The moment he lapped at her the first time, she had to grab on to the headboard and grip the edge for all it was worth. As his talented tongue delved into her clit, licking the honey, Piper found a rhythm. Still hanging on to the three inches of headboard, she began to rock her hips forward and back, dipping in closer on the upswing, riding his mouth like a champ.

/>   “Mm, I bet you wish I was as limber as Emma right now,” she panted. Emma was crazy flexible and a joy to watch. “Then I could do a back bend on your mouth.”

  “No,” Michael growled. “This is perfect. Give me more.”

  She rocked up again, and on the way down, his tongue dipped into her core, penetrating her. She ground against his lips. “Fuuuck,” she cried as she arched back, grabbing her own breasts, teasing the nipples, lifting herself up and down so she could feel his tongue slid in and out of her.

  Her grand plan about stringing out their playtime as long as possible wasn’t going to work at this pace. She wanted to get to the fucking part right now. The entire setup, from the champagne to the honey, had made her too stimulated. And now Michael’s tongue was making her ready to burst.

  “Okay.” She forced herself to stop and whimpered at the loss of contact. “I’m clearly not a very good Dom. I have little patience for the art of a good fuck. We’ve been at it for two minutes and I can’t even remember my own name.”

  Michael interrupted her as he lifted his head and went back to work on her clit.

  “Good lords,” she cried as she brought her hips back down and pressed herself against his willing mouth. “How can you have such a talented tongue?” She tossed her head back and rocked some more, losing herself in a rhythm once again.

  Once she got precariously close to coming, she stopped.

  She had to. The other piece to this was the pinnacle. She couldn’t forget what she’d brought him here for.

  She braced herself and stood up. “You’re such a naughty boy, Mikey. You’re making me forget why we’re here.”

  Her feet were on either side of his head. He grinned up at her like a cat with cream—or a bear with honey. “What else have you got for me? My dick is aching to fuck you.”

  Piper carefully stepped off the bed, turning a sly look on her husband. “You’re just going to have to see for yourself.” She sauntered into the bathroom, knowing his gaze was locked on her bare ass. She opened the bathroom door and reached in to get the contraption. She couldn’t help but giggle. She had to use two hands to hold on to all the parts. She had no idea how she was going to get it on, but she knew it was going to be sexy once she did.

  She turned and walked back into the bedroom, holding it out in front of her for her husband to see.

  “Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

  “If you think it’s a double strap-on with a vibrator attachment, then yes,” she said as she climbed onto the bed next to him. “I just have to figure out how we’re going to use it.”

  “Damn, now I wish I could use my hands.” He pulled at his restraints. “I want to slide it into your pussy myself.”

  She wagged a finger at him. “There will be none of that. Just like the honey, you’re going to watch me do it all. Then I’m going to suck you off and fuck you with it.” She shook the harness. “I watched some pretty hot videos today, and there’s an art to this. I just hope I’m patient enough, because I wasn’t a few minutes ago.”

  Michael struggled a little more. “It’s weird to be tied up. I like it and I don’t. But if you don’t bring those breasts back over here for me to lick, I might go out of my mind.”

  Piper chuckled as she set the contraption down and climbed back on top of him, straddling his waist. She leaned down and kissed him, entwining her tongue with his. Then she whispered next to his ear, “You don’t get to give the orders. Remember that. You just lie back and enjoy the ride.”

  “You are going to get payback for this,” he growled.

  “I should certainly hope so.”

  * * *

  Watching his wife in control was incredibly hot. Adding the honey, especially when she put it on her clit, had taken his already skyrocketing libido and turned it to churning, hot lava. He didn’t even care what she was planning to do with that strap-on. He was going to come hard, and his cock jumped in anticipation.

  His eyes were riveted to Piper as she repositioned herself on top of him.

  He struggled with the handcuffs, but only because it was instinctual to pull back on them. He stilled as he watched her take out the honey again, this time putting a bead on each of her nipples.

  “Now don’t think this is because you just asked,” she warned. “This is what I want.”

  “I don’t give a fuck who wants it, just put one in my mouth.”

  She hovered her chest over his lips. He nipped at her, and she bounced the luscious peaks just out of his reach. Then she did it again. “I can’t lie.” She chuckled. “I’m kind of loving this torture. Seeing you all hot and frustrated has done wonders for me in the best of ways.”

  “Bring it here,” he murmured, his voice low. She finally complied, and his lips locked around one nipple. Her taste, coupled with the honey, had him bucking hard against her ass. Piper took pity on him and lowered it farther so he could take as much as he could into his mouth. After a few moments, she switched breasts, and the fresh taste of honey hit his tongue. He cried out, frantically lapping for more, wanting to suck it clean. Piper sat up much too soon.

  “No,” he groaned. “Please, I need more.”

  “Not a chance, buddy. I’m the one who needs more. I’m crawling out of my skin here.” She shimmied down his waist, angling herself up over his erection. All he wanted to do was impale her. He bucked upward, yanking on his restraints. But she was out of his reach.

  She grasped the strap-on. “I better get the lube first.” She reached over his chest, rubbing her tits deliciously against his abs, but staying clear of his mouth. She opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, clear bottle. “Picked this up today.” She wiggled it in front of him and smiled. “I figured you’re going to need it if I’m going to get this thing in your ass.”

  He groaned as he watched her reposition herself between his legs, shifting his thighs apart with her knees.

  “But first I’ll insert this here,” she said, teasing one end of the dildo against her clit, “and go from there.” She gave him a searing gaze as she eased it into her opening. “Ahh, it’s so nice and big,” she purred, pumping her hips. “It feels so good, and I don’t need any lube because I’m so wet.”

  He gaped.

  It was fucking incredible.

  As it slid home, she began to fuck herself with it, drawing it in and out slowly, her head dropping back, her tits heaving.

  His cock was pulsing hard.

  “You’re going to make me come just from watching that,” he told her, gritting his teeth and fighting the restraints. “My dick can’t take it.”

  Piper drew her head up slowly. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. Those are my mini-Dom rules, so deal with it.”

  He chuckled, licking his lips. “Yeah, when pigs fly. My cock is so hard, the moment you touch me, my come is going to jet out all over this bed and I can’t wait.” To demonstrate, he arched up, aiming for her leg, but only hitting air. “Do you see how hard I am? Watching you fuck yourself with that thing is going to take me right over the edge. This entire experience—the outfit, the taste of honey in my mouth, that strap-on—it’s all a beautiful thing, but you’re treading on thin ice. One more sexy move, and it’s all over.”

  Piper shook her head. “That’s not going to happen. You’re going to hold off until I say you can come. Agree to my rules right now, or I stop and pack up this dog and pony show and we go home.” She settled a hand on one hip, daring him to disagree, as she used the other to further torment him by easing the rubber cock slowly in and out of her pussy.

  His wife was incredibly turned on.

  He could see it in her eyes, her posture, her everything. She wanted him to submit, and Brad’s words circled in his brain once again. He wasn’t going to argue, and he certainly didn’t want her to stop. “Okay. I agree,” he told her. “But if I come by accident, I promise to pay my penance.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “In whatever manner you wish.”

  Piper leaned over him,
pumping the dildo, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Your penance will be no sex for a very long time. You don’t want to pay my price, I guarantee it.” Her tongue darted out, hitting his abs. He jumped at the contact. Then she licked him from his bellybutton to his pubic bone. Before she reached the tip of his aching cock, she sat up, still playing with the toy inside of her, reaching for the straps to attach to her waist with her other hand. “I practiced this already, but not with it actually in me.” It didn’t take her long to get it clipped on. The belt straps were thin and ran around and under her hips. As she positioned it, she moved her hips in a circle and reached for a dangling cord. “Now I’m going to turn it on.”

  He heard a low buzz, and his wife moaned. “This is so fucking good. Vibrate anything is my new favorite thing.”

  “Ahhh! You’re killing me here.” Michael tried to jerk his hands out of the cuffs. He needed to touch her. They didn’t budge, so instead he brought his knees up to cradle her backside, trying to edge her closer. “I’m going to need some of that very soon.”

  “I know, but first you’re going to get some of this,” she told him. She reached over, plucked up the honey from the covers, and licked her lips.

  “Are you going to pour that on—”

  The cool liquid hit his cock, and he didn’t even try to stifle his primal cry. When his wife’s mouth followed a second later, her tongue teasing him like a treat, it was all he could do to tamp down the building orgasm that was right there. “Piper!” He was breathing heavily. “You have to slow down!” He bucked his hips and closed his eyes. “It feels too good.”

  “It’s about to feel even better.”

  His eyes snapped open, and he watched his beautiful wife position herself in front of him, taking the lube out and rubbing some onto the other side of the dildo. “My plan was to suck you until just before you came before I did this, but you’re already too close.” She chuckled. “I guess champagne and plying you with strawberries worked. So, since I can’t do that, I’m going to stick this inside you while I jerk you off. At least, that’s what the videos I watched said to do. I just hope I get a few strokes inside you before you explode.”