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You pant heavily, straining against his hold as his hand works on you, the other holding your lower back, those stupidly amazing hands. His black and white orbs are careful to spot any indication that he needs to stop, that it is getting to be too much for you but you strangely don't want him to stop, bucking your hips up you request more. You had never been touched much normally, let alone like THIS. "Are you alright, dear? Your awfully quiet." You whimper as he pinches your sensitive bud, rubbing it between two gloved fingers. "Ah... God.... I can't... They'll hear..." You tense as he pulls you even closer, stroking your hair as he continues his ministrations. They won't I promise, now let me hear your voice my dear." His voice isn't helping the situation, that evil hand circling and rubbing. It had been a week or so ago that you two decided you wanted to consummate your 'marriage', with his body the way it was, you couldn't really do much to him, but he said as long as You felt good he felt good and he was more than willing to please you.
"Hold still beloved, I'm going to try something." Your eyes go wide and you tense as you feel a single fingertip prodding your entrance. "Richard! Agh!" You keen loudly as his finger slowly slides in, breaching that delicate barrier. He murmurs soft words of praise, peppering his speech with "shh 's" and "I love you 's". He moves the intruding digit out slowly, taking some pain with it, he then carefully pushes back in and you find it's not as bad as it was. "Please... Richard..." You whimper again as he massages your inner most walls, a luscious chuckle erupting from his chest.
"So bossy, even when I'm dominating you. That's one of the things I love so much about you, my dear." That single finger crooks, before moving in a come-hither motion, touching something fricking wonderful inside you. You grind your hips into his hand, wailing like a banshee now, you hardly sounded even half human anymore. "Oh god! So... Hot... It's..." Your breath catches in your throat as a sinful fire throbs in your lower belly. "Come on my dear, I'll catch you when you fall, come for me." That did it, the fire whooshes down to your womb, lapping at your hyper-sensitive Chanel, and you scream, arching back until your spine pops painfully but you hardly notice as you continue to grind your hips into his hand, riding out the beautiful sensations. He pulls you back forward once you loosen up some, removing his hand from you and rubbing your bare hips, you bring your head down, starring at him with satisfied red eyes. You plop your head onto his chest breathing hard as you hear him above you. "My method is most effective, my dear."