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.
He leaned out the window and watched until Brent and Derek were loaded into Derek's car, then rolled his window up and looked at Jessica. She looked back at him, her face flushed red and her eyes bright with laughter. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Roll up your dress."
The smirk of amusement dropped off her face and her eyes darkened with arousal again.
She bit her lip and glanced around--scouting for any more drunken interlopers, probably--but started to roll up the hem of her dress, exposing her creamy thighs and then her black lacy panties. She tended to wear a lot of dark colors these days when it came to underwear; they made it less obvious how wet she was.
Lane pulled out of the parking lot and got on the road. Jessica wriggled in her seat.
Once they were on a fairly straight, empty stretch, he reached over with his right hand and slid it between her thighs, caressing her soft skin. Jessica immediately groaned and spread her legs wider.
"You're so fucking wet," Lane muttered as he pressed his fingers against her sopping panties. Jessica just gasped wordlessly and ground forward into his hand, so he slipped his fingers past the elastic to reach her hot, dripping slit.
Jessica shivered. "Oh, fuck. Oh, Christ, babe, I need your cock so bad."
"Yeah? Here? This is where you want it?" Lane asked, sliding his fingers between her engorged labia until he could feel her cunt clenching against his fingertips. "You think you'll come this time?" Jessica whimpered, her hips rolling into his hand. "I hope not. You're so fucking hot like this, all needy, it'd be a shame to spoil it."
"Babe," Jessica whined, shuddering and squeezing her thighs around his hand.
He moved his fingers up to find the hard metal of the clit shield, circling it and then tapping on it a couple of times, and she let out a shaking sigh. He imagined her sensitive little clit swollen up under the metal, begging to be touched.
They reached a curve in the road, and he took his hand back, wiping it quickly on her dress--Jessica made a noise of disapproval--before putting it back on the wheel.
They were only five minutes from home at that point, and Jessica spent the rest of those five minutes breathing heavily and squirming in her seat, glassy-eyed, rubbing one hand along the inside of her thigh and bunching up the material of her dress in the other.
When they reached the house, Lane parked in the driveway and then reached over to squeeze Jessica's thigh. "I want you naked, blindfolded, and bent over the kitchen table. Now."
She nodded and unbuckled her seatbelt to hurry inside, her gait a little wobbly and her dress askew around her hips where she'd let it just fall down without tugging it back into place. Lane took his time following her, using a tissue to wipe up the wet spot she'd left on the car's leather seat first.
