that’s probably a good idea,” she said, sighing with pleasure when his fingers gently caressed her labia as he inspected her inch by inch. “There’s no way I’ll have the self-control not to masturbate before tonight otherwise.”
“Go shower,” he said, giving her a quick smack on the butt. “I’ll make coffee.”
Jonathan watched as she sashayed into the bathroom. How had this turned so quickly into…whatever the hell it was? First she was pissed that he put the chastity belt on her—that he could understand, because even though she had told him the idea turned her on, he knew the reality was a bit more daunting than the fantasy. What was a little more difficult to get, though, was what exactly had happened that made her sing in the shower, ready to come out and allow him to lock her up again?
She wanted the chastity belt, there was no denying that, despite her halfhearted protests. He certainly hadn’t counted on finding a woman like Georgia. It was a bit disconcerting—but he had to admit that knowing she was willingly submitting to his fetish turned him on. There was something about this woman—he had known it the moment he saw her, despite the fact that she had been spread-eagle and being licked by every gentleman in GC. Or hell, maybe because of it. Sex would never be boring with Georgia.
The shower was running when he knocked on the bathroom door.
“Come in, water’s fine!” Georgia called.
Jonathan grinned and stripped off his T-shirt. He had time to get her primed for this evening before he had to leave for work. The shower door was steamed up but Georgia turned and pressed her tits against the glass, giving him an instant erection.
She was so beautiful with the lather from the shampoo streaming down her breasts, over her tight, flat stomach. Stepping into the hot spray, Jonathan took the soap from her hands and gently washed her, turning her in his arms to let the water rinse the bubbles off.
“Spread your thighs,” he whispered, dropping to his knees on the cold, wet tiles. Water dribbled in his mouth from the shower as he licked her freshly shaved pussy, darting his tongue between her lips to capture her clitoris.
She moaned, her hands tangling in his wet hair as he sucked hard, rolling the little nub between his teeth and tongue.
Then he stood.
“No, keep going, I was so close,” she groaned.
“I know,” he said wickedly. “Now I’m going to put the belt back on you.”
Georgia’s mouth dropped open and Jonathan shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. “You have to finish what you started,” she said. “You can’t leave me like this all day!”
“Sweet Georgia,” he said, running the towel over her body, “that’s exactly what I intend to do. It will make tonight at the club that much more enjoyable for us all.”
To his surprise, she started fingering herself, rubbing her clit as fast as her hand would allow. She was trying to cheat herself to an orgasm before he could get the chastity belt back on her.
Laughing, he grabbed her wrists in one hand. “Oh no you don’t, you little minx.”
Georgia cried out in frustration, pounding her fists against his muscular chest in protest as he carried her still-wet body into the bedroom. “No, you jerk! Let me come first,” she insisted as he clicked the chastity belt into place once more.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he said. He dressed quickly, arranging his tie with the precision of a man who learned long ago the art of the perfect knot.
“What’s going to happen tonight?”
“It’ll be an experience you’ll never forget, sweetheart, I promise you that.”
Georgia sighed and looked down at the belt. Damn him. She needed release so badly, but her clit was locked away now from even herself.
* * * * *
Her phone chimed once later that afternoon when she was trying to nap. She had to be bright-eyed for this evening’s adventure at the GC, whatever it may be. Maybe another hour of forced
“Go shower,” he said, giving her a quick smack on the butt. “I’ll make coffee.”
Jonathan watched as she sashayed into the bathroom. How had this turned so quickly into…whatever the hell it was? First she was pissed that he put the chastity belt on her—that he could understand, because even though she had told him the idea turned her on, he knew the reality was a bit more daunting than the fantasy. What was a little more difficult to get, though, was what exactly had happened that made her sing in the shower, ready to come out and allow him to lock her up again?
She wanted the chastity belt, there was no denying that, despite her halfhearted protests. He certainly hadn’t counted on finding a woman like Georgia. It was a bit disconcerting—but he had to admit that knowing she was willingly submitting to his fetish turned him on. There was something about this woman—he had known it the moment he saw her, despite the fact that she had been spread-eagle and being licked by every gentleman in GC. Or hell, maybe because of it. Sex would never be boring with Georgia.
The shower was running when he knocked on the bathroom door.
“Come in, water’s fine!” Georgia called.
Jonathan grinned and stripped off his T-shirt. He had time to get her primed for this evening before he had to leave for work. The shower door was steamed up but Georgia turned and pressed her tits against the glass, giving him an instant erection.
She was so beautiful with the lather from the shampoo streaming down her breasts, over her tight, flat stomach. Stepping into the hot spray, Jonathan took the soap from her hands and gently washed her, turning her in his arms to let the water rinse the bubbles off.
“Spread your thighs,” he whispered, dropping to his knees on the cold, wet tiles. Water dribbled in his mouth from the shower as he licked her freshly shaved pussy, darting his tongue between her lips to capture her clitoris.
She moaned, her hands tangling in his wet hair as he sucked hard, rolling the little nub between his teeth and tongue.
Then he stood.
“No, keep going, I was so close,” she groaned.
“I know,” he said wickedly. “Now I’m going to put the belt back on you.”
Georgia’s mouth dropped open and Jonathan shut off the shower and grabbed a towel. “You have to finish what you started,” she said. “You can’t leave me like this all day!”
“Sweet Georgia,” he said, running the towel over her body, “that’s exactly what I intend to do. It will make tonight at the club that much more enjoyable for us all.”
To his surprise, she started fingering herself, rubbing her clit as fast as her hand would allow. She was trying to cheat herself to an orgasm before he could get the chastity belt back on her.
Laughing, he grabbed her wrists in one hand. “Oh no you don’t, you little minx.”
Georgia cried out in frustration, pounding her fists against his muscular chest in protest as he carried her still-wet body into the bedroom. “No, you jerk! Let me come first,” she insisted as he clicked the chastity belt into place once more.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he said. He dressed quickly, arranging his tie with the precision of a man who learned long ago the art of the perfect knot.
“What’s going to happen tonight?”
“It’ll be an experience you’ll never forget, sweetheart, I promise you that.”
Georgia sighed and looked down at the belt. Damn him. She needed release so badly, but her clit was locked away now from even herself.
* * * * *
Her phone chimed once later that afternoon when she was trying to nap. She had to be bright-eyed for this evening’s adventure at the GC, whatever it may be. Maybe another hour of forced
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