Extra 06

Another gift for Nichole for the lovely present she gave me last night, plus I owe her since the spanking one isn’t done yet. Not work safe!
 

He loved to dress her up. Almost as much as he loved to undress her. Lezard had a fine assortment of clothing for Lenneth. Only the softest of silks touched her skin, along with sheer lace fabrics and form fitting satin. Some days he draped her in nothing but diamonds, strand upon strand, gleaming against her bare skin, twinkling in her platinum hair.

He pampered her, carefully attending to her every need, lovingly washing her long mane of hair. Tending to it with soft fragrant perfumes and massaging oils into her skin. Even now he saw to her care and comfort, bending over Lenneth, nimble fingers carefully lacing up the ties of her corset. The white ribbon crisscrossed over each other, Lezard pulling the ties tighter.

A sharp exhalation from Lenneth, her breath coming out in shaky pants. Lezard concentrated on tying off the corset, fingers forming a bow with looping coils. He then smoothed his hands down the sides of her waist, feeling the fine trembles in Lenneth’s body. A whimper escaped her lips, Lezard’s teeth flashing in a wide smile.

It was quiet in the bedroom, quiet except for the gasps Lenneth let out, the low muted whines that escaped her tightly clenched lips. Such sounds were music to Lezard’s ears, and he treasured each and every one of them. Another half cry from Lenneth, Lezard stretching his arm out, snagging the bronzed handle of a brush. Lenneth tried not to flinch at his hand touching her unbound hair, Lezard smoothing it down the back of her head.

The brush moved, gliding over tangle free locks. Lezard methodically counted out the strokes, one hundred in all. Top to bottom, than back again. Lenneth was still under his hands, shaky breaths of air emitting from her lips. Lezard set down the brush, his hands scooping up fistfuls of her freshly combed hair. It felt like cold silk, and it tried to flow through his hands, escaping his grasp. He let it, bowing his head, brushing his lips against her scalp. Her reaction was immediate, Lenneth trying to jerk away.

With a laugh, Lezard wound an arm around her front, holding her over her breasts. He could feel the ruffles that framed her chest, but more than that he felt two hard points poking into his flesh. He pressed harder against those firm nubs of flesh, grinding his arm against them. Lenneth gasped, squirming away only to drive herself closer against his chest.

Her arms tensed, muscles starting to strain. Lezard knew she longed to lash out at him. If not for her arms being bound together in tight cord, she would have hit him. Instead she was forced to endure his touch, a blush on her cheeks as a cry of frustration escaped her lips. Lezard’s lips grazed the curve of her ear, deep chuckles reverberating against her. Lenneth hissed at him, even as the sound turned into a groan, Lezard’s tongue flickering against the inside of her ear.

“What say we leave your hair down today…?” Lezard asked, though it was more statement than question. He loved leaving her mane loose and flowing, running his fingers through it again and again. Some days he took off his clothes, and let it rub against his bare body, shivering from the feel of it’s softness against his skin. He would wrap himself up in her hair, letting her scent wash over him, tickle and tantalize his senses. For now though, he settled for rubbing his cheek against the side of it, mouth still molesting her ear.

Lenneth shook her head, trying to throw him off, garbled sounds escaping her lips. Lezard licked her ear one last time, and then was moving his arm, releasing his hold on her. She nearly sagged in place, seeming to have trouble to keep sitting up right. Lezard tsked, hands on her waist, pulling her back from the edge of the bed. An assortment of whimpers and squeals accompanied his movement of her, Lezard guiding her towards the headboard, easing her back against the multitude of cushions that littered the bed top. Lenneth gratefully settled back against the pillows, chest rising and falling as though she had run a mile rather than the slight exertion it took to move.

Lezard stared critically at her, taking in the light blue of her dress, the way it stretched tightly over her breasts. He could see her nipples, hard with excitement, pebbling through the silk. The white corset was tight around her waist, pushing her breasts together and up, the globes threatening to fall free, quivering with each sharp breath she took. Lezard had to force himself to stop from reaching forward to touch her breasts, longing for the feel of them in his hands. For now he would behave, waiting for Lenneth to willingly invite his touch.

It was difficult though, especially with the sounds she was making, a permanent flush on her skin, her body trembling constantly. She looked utterly ravishable, a feast for the senses, and his eyes eagerly ate up the sight of her. With a shake of his head, he was reaching under her dress, crinoline rustling as he pushed back the layers of white and blue skirts. His hands touched her thighs, finding them dripping wet, hearing Lenneth whisper out no, her blush deepening. His fingers skirted up the inside of her thighs, smearing the liquid, reaching towards her panties. With a sharp gasp she was jerking up against the head board, Lezard following her. He shifted on his knees, poised between her legs, fingers grazing against her white panties.

Again Lenneth was telling him no, biting back a cry. One lone finger poked her directly in the center of her panties, and she cried out, arching her back at his touch. “Lenneth…” He said her name chidingly, still stroking his finger along the front of her panties. “This is the third pair of panties you’ve gotten wet today…” He said it as though it was a huge problem, but inwardly Lezard was amused.

“I’m sorry…” Came her whisper. His fingers continued to play against her center, stroking the wet spot, watching it spread as more of her juices flowed. She moaned, and her hips wiggled, Lenneth driving in deeper against his finger.

“I suppose it can’t be helped…” Lezard sighed, and he reached for the waist band of her panties. A sharp gasp from her, his fingers sliding in under the band. He slowly pealed down the cotton, staring intently at her center. He couldn’t help himself, he was falling forward, landing a kiss in her platinum curls, even as he yanked down the panties the rest of the way. Lenneth actually cried out his name then, trying to squirm away from his mouth. Downwards he trailed his lips, until he reached the split between her legs, mouth touching cold plastic.

It was pink, and it was softly vibrating, a low hum in the air. Lezard pulled back, glancing up at Lenneth’s face. “Shall I take it out?”

“Yes! Please!!” She sighed out the words, blue eyes urgent with need.

“All right Lenneth….I’ll take it out…” His lips spread into a wide grin, fingers touching the end of it’s handle. “But only if I can replace it with something….else…”

“No…” She whimpered, even as Lezard played with the plastic, wiggling it in deeper inside her.

“Yes…” He said insistently, staring up into her eyes. “I think it’s time don’t you? Time you stop denying yourself….denying us…”

“Ne…AH!! Never!” She arched her back once more, a moan escaping her lips.

“Such a pity…” Lezard said with a sigh. His fingers nudged the vibrator back in place, making sure it was snug in it’s fit inside her. “Perhaps a higher setting will change your mind….” His hands were touching her thighs once more, touching the thin pink cord that trailed down her leg, disappearing into the top of her white stockings. His fingers rolled back the top, revealing a tiny remote strapped to her leg, held in place by a pale blue garter.

Lenneth’s breath hitched, her eyes anxious as she looked at him. Lezard cocked his head to the side, a question in his eyes. She shook her head quickly, firm in her answer. Lezard hid his disappointment with a smile, fingers already turning the knob. The buzzing increased in intensity, and Lenneth’s hips bucked, her eyes wide in surprise. She all but screamed, writhing in place, even as Lezard readjusted her stocking.

“I’ll just get you another pair of panties then.” Lezard said, rising from the bed. “Do try to keep from leaking all over the bed in the meantime…”