Heather’s
marriage is on the rocks and she knows it.  Since she told her husband
Mick that she craved domination in the bedroom, he’s been secretive and
strange, spending his evenings away from home.  All Heather’s expecting
as a Valentine’s Day surprise is divorce papers. 

So when
she comes home from work to find Mick randy and ready to go with a kinky
box of tricks, Heather can hardly believe her luck.  Mick has mastered
his reluctance to dominate his wife—and now he’s going to master her. 

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He separated her foldsand
slicked his fingers in her juices, sliding them up and down her slit before
pushing a finger into her opening.  She knew she was wet already and blushed with
embarrassment.  What would he think of her wanton behavior and her reaction to
this?  Would he be disgusted by her obvious arousal at being tied down and
forced to behave? 

Her thoughts were pushed out of her mind when he started
moving his hand.  He slowly thrust in and out of her pussy with a single finger
while resting his palm on her mound.  When a second finger was added and rubbed
her walls up against her pubic bone, Heather squirmed and felt her muscles
starting to clench.  The
slow, circular rubbing drove her slowly toward an orgasm. She
moved her hips in time with his fingers, trying to urge him to put just a
little more pressure on her clit. 
She whined when he pulled his fingers out of her.  He spread her wetness up to her nuband
slowly glided a finger through her folds down to her puckered anus and back. 
The torturous slow, soft touch forced her to center all thought on those
movements, those feelings.  Every cell was centered on those fingers, those
slippery digits sliding through her own cream.  She could feel the release
building.  Her muscles tightened, legs quaked and she sucked in a breath.  She
needed a little more, just a little more.  All too soon his hand lifted, leaving
her aching. 

She
jumped slightly as warm breath and then a wet tongue flicked over a nipple, then
cool air blew across her breast.  She sighed as the same attention was paid to
her other nipple.  A small shift of the mattress told her something else was
coming out of the box.  She swallowed her question.  Must keep quiet, can’t move. 

Something soft and light caressed over her breast, circling
around the nipple and continuing outward in ever-growing circles.  She guessed it
was a feather, and shivered. 

He moved the feather over her breasts in small circles,
flicking it over her nipples.  She fought the urge to move, to beg him for
something.  She jumped when he moved to her belly, tickling down her sides and
across her ribs.  As he moved it along the insides of her arms she shook with
another shiver. 

Goosebumps rose and fell in the wake of his movements.  He
ran the feather down the crease between her thigh and slit, then up across her
mound.  Her skin tingled with each stroke, becoming more sensitive.  She could
almost guess where it would fall next as the air moved over her skin.  Every
nerve was focused on those light touches.  She moaned deep in her throat as he
moved the feather over her nipples and around her breasts again.  Each pass was
soft and light and torturous. 

She
tried to arch her back, inviting him to touch her more, and gasped at a
stinging slap on her thigh.  The smack hadn’t really hurt but it snapped her
thoughts back to his direction before he’d put the headphones on her.  It echoed
through her head again—you are not to
move.  Heat enveloped her body.  He really was taking control and there was
nothing she could do about it.