S he moves quietly across the room where I am dozing. Through half-lidded eyes I can see she is wearing nothing under her robe, her pale breasts swaying amongst the folds of towelling, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I pretend to still be asleep, sighing deeply and curling up near the edge of the bed. There is a clinking sound as she moves, and I see she has on our favourite toy, a length of narrow linked chain, which she has fastened around her waist, loosely, leaving the long end dangling between her legs. I shut my eyes, and feel the movement of the bed beneath me as she slides up and along to lie behind me. Her breath is hot on my bare neck, and I turn slightly, still feigning sleep, to allow her to nibble my neck. She kisses gently, small teeth nipping at the thin skin, the sharpness of the bite arouses me, and I breathe faster. Now she knows I'm no longer asleep, but pretends she hasn't noticed.

I am wearing my normal T-shirt and panties, the room is warm despite the open window and I am glad to feel her small hands reach down to my hips, sliding under the elastic, gently easing the thin cotton down over my thighs, my knees, ankles, and away across the room the white scrap flies, unneeded, unwanted. Her warm bare skin rubs against mine during this and I can tell she lost the robe at some point, left to nestle whitely on the floor perhaps. She presses herself tight against my back, I can feel her nipples, small and hard against me, the soft hair of her cleft tickling against my bum, the chain around her waist a hard presence – it is warm from her body heat, yet still retains its metallic coldness. I begin to tremble in anticipation, and her hand strokes down my arm, far too lightly, raising the hairs in a sensual tingle, they rise to beg a firmer touch, but she denies them, sliding delicate fingers along the path my curved arm makes, leading to my cotton coated breasts, already hot and heavy in response. Slowly her hand teases a nipple, rubbing round and round, the cotton movement against willing skin another tiny joy to be savoured, while my whole body yearns for more.

H er arm wraps around me, pulling my whole body against her, on top of her, she lies on her back almost, with me against her, as she slips her other arm around to hold me fast from beneath. Again her mouth is at my neck, her bites becoming harder, the hands at my breasts firmer, more insistent. I feel helpless, in her power, she can do anything to me now, and I hope she will, want more than this strong embrace, the squeezing of nipple and breasts, the teeth hard and unyielding at my neck. My weight against her is pressing the chain into our flesh, she takes one hand from its busy fondle and slips it between us, every bone in her hand presses against me, and the chain's loose end drags across my skin and hers as she pulls it up between my legs, playing the end links across my belly, pulling the metal from side to side teasingly. I arch against her, wanting an end to this light play, feeling myself getting wetter inside, wanting her touch on my sex, wanting her inside me.

W ith a sharp tug, the chain tightens. I feel it drag across my inner lips, it is hard across my bumhole, hard against my hole, against my clit. She pulls it back and forth, fingers and chain entwined, the metal slippery with my juices, and dives suddenly deep inside me, the chain pulled along with her questing fingers. Slowly, slowly, her deft hand pushes link after link after link inside, the metal though warm and slippery still yet cooler than the burning heat of my sex. She presses my legs closed, trapping her hand between them, so the chain's solid feel is pressed into me, inside of me, while her finger rubs at my clit. I move against her, try to free one hand to reach behind and touch her. Her arm around me tightens, and her finger stops. I lie as still as I can, being good, doing what she wants, wanting her fingers motion, needing her to continue her rough pressure, her delicate fingering, her mad combination of everything I need. My breath comes faster, and she nibbles along my shoulder, her body's movement behind me pulling the chain that links us around inside me. Her hand slides away from my clit, back to the chain, I feel her fingers tangle in hair, slippery, inelegant amongst the heat and wet that has become our world, and then she grasps the chain's edge, tugs it gently. I moan at the sensation, and she pulls again, the links sliding free of their dark embrace one by one by one, the feel of the metal sliding inside me, sliding out of me along my outer lips almost intolerably good, I am moaning and gasping in pleasure now, unsure of whether I want this to end or continue for ever, not wanting the chain to leave its nest, not wanting this hard slipping through to ever finish.

T he chain comes free all at once, and as it slides away over my inner thigh, she has turned me, loosened her grip, has me pinned against the bed, is covering me with kisses, engulfing my breasts with her hot mouth, pressing herself into me as though to push us through the mattress and to the floor beneath. The feel of her body on mine, bare skin where there was formerly air, rounded belly and thighs heavy against my own, still strong, still in command is highly erotic, it is as though I spread out beneath her, some soft substance reacting to a force applied. The slippery chain writhes between us, almost alive, as she slithers down the sweat soaked skin of my belly to feast between my legs, her mouth sweet at my sex, warm and soft in contrast to the absent metal, as she licks around the tender parts where the metal scraped, her hands firm on my thighs. I want to draw her deeper, I spread my legs wider, wanting her to find all of me, her tongue to devour me, her fingers to work their way to the centre of my being, I have no pride and no control left, I am hers completely, she can devour me whole and I will let her, will want her to. I moan and scream, her mouth at my clit is almost too much to bear, and yet she holds off now, pauses, knowing I am at the edge, way beyond the edge in fact, but still not at the place she wants me to be, she stops to let me breathe, gasp, moan at her to stop, not stop, beyond speech - my body tells her what I need, and gently, oh so gently bends her head and kisses my clit. It is the last touch, the final moment, utter surprise breaks open the gates and wave upon wave breaks across me, and she slides back up the bed, to hold me as I shudder and shake. She stares deeply into my eyes, I cannot hide, do not want to, she has taken me body and soul and should share in this moment, that leaves me weak and trembling and more adoring of her than ever.

W e lie back together, I take the now sticky chain from where it lies between us and wrap it round my fingers. I smile, wickedly.

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