Lane proposed to Jessica with two pieces of jewelry: a ring for her finger, and a shield piercing for her clit. After their engagement party, he finally helps Jessica experience the vaginal orgasm she's been hoping for. 2.5k words, sensitive content rating.
Content warnings/tags: consensual spanking, including genital spanking; use of mild degrading language in a consensual kink relationship/scene; mild exhibitionism/risk of discovery; sexual activity in a moving vehicle
As Lane started the car, Jessica squirmed in the passenger seat beside him. He smirked.
It was late, and both the car and parking lot were dark. They'd just wrapped up their engagement party; a very classy affair, arranged at a local brewery by Jessica's mother. All of their friends and family had an excellent time, and Jessica had shown off her engagement ring all night.
Of course, the attendants didn't know about the...other piece of jewelry. The one that Lane had also bought for Jessica along with the ring when he'd proposed.
It had been her idea initially--well, in the same way that the engagement had been her idea; she'd just started talking one day about 'when we're married' and 'whenever you propose', as if it was a foregone conclusion, and he took the hint.
And, in the same way, one day she'd shown him the website of a specialized piercing shop--one with the big text at the top advertising SAFE & SECURE CLIT SHIELDS--and had said 'wouldn't it be fun if'.
At that point, they'd been experimenting with orgasm control for a while; she hadn't had an orgasm in a few weeks, and he thought she might be a little lust-crazed. One of the reasons it was so easy to control her orgasms, after all, was that Jessica had never had an orgasm without some clitoral stimulation--Lane could fuck her as long as he wanted, but no matter how horny she was, if he didn't touch that magic button, she wasn't getting off.
That night, he tied her down and sucked her clit until she came three times, to try and remind her why she might not want to lock the thing away so permanently.
Two days later, she showed him the website again. He took the hint.
When he'd proposed, he'd given her a ring, and then he'd given her the appointment card for the piercing appointment set up for the next day. She'd been overjoyed.
Three months later, and Jessica hadn't had a single orgasm since the clit shield had gone on.
Not because she absolutely couldn't; in fact, it had started to become clear after month one that she was going to come eventually. She'd gotten close several times, shuddering and wailing as Lane finished in her, begging for him to keep going. But--as he'd reminded her--they'd decided she didn't need to come any more; so she hadn't...yet.
The desperation was written across her face as she rubbed her thighs together and shimmied in her seat in response to the vibrations of the car motor starting up.
"When we get home," he informed her, "I'll fuck you on the kitchen table."
"Yes," Jessica groaned, her back curving and her eyes sliding half-shut like she was already imagining his dick sliding into her. "Oh, fuck, babe, I need it. I've been thinking about you fucking me all night."
"Yeah?" Lane grinned and placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing her sensitive skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Jessica's eyelids fluttered and her knees fell open a bit.
A sharp tap on the car window made them both jump. Jessica squeaked and quickly pressed her knees together again, sitting up straight.
Lane turned and rolled the window down. Brent, one of his long-time friends and a guest at the party, shoved his head halfway into the car through the open window.
"Hey. Hey. I just wanted to say congratulations again. You guys are such--such a beautiful couple," Brent slurred happily. He'd had a few too many shots towards the end of the party.
"Thank you, Brent," Jessica said.
"Thanks, buddy. Wasn't Derek driving you home?" Lane asked.
"Yeah," Brent said, smiling widely, and didn't elaborate. A second later, Derek jogged up behind him and wrapped an arm around Brent's shoulders.
"Sorry, he got away from me. Come on, Brent, party's over," he said, extricating Brent from the car window.
"I just wanted to say con...congraduations," Brent protested. Jessica turned away and put a hand to her mouth to hide a laugh. "That's my best friend. That guy is my best friend. He's such a good guy. And Jessica's so...cool."
"Yeah, I know. He's my best friend too, Brent, and we all like Jessica. Come on," Derek said, herding him away from the car. "Congrats, guys."
"Thanks, Derek," Lane said.
