It's been a long walk back from town. Mostly because I've been imagining what I'm going to do to you when we get home. You've been 'hilariously' winding me up all day, and now you are going to pay for it.
As soon as we get home, I grab you and pull you into the bedroom. You are still giggling and making jokes. But you know what's going to happen. I kiss you hard, pushing you back against the door. My hands run up your bare legs, pushing your dress over your hips. I bite your bottom lip, then lift it off over your head. The sight of you stood there, wearing your black lingerie, makes me want to just push you down on the bed and fuck you, but that would be being soft. And that's not me.
I unclasp your bra, freeing your already hard nipples, and pull your wrists up above your head, cuffing them to the door frame restraints you own. Leaving you, standing there naked apart from your thong, I rummage through your wardrobe until I find your Hitachi. I kiss you, my tongue inside your mouth, while rolling and pinching your nipples between my fingers. I start the Hitachi and push it against the inside of your leg. The vibrations achingly close to your cunt. Already there is a dark wet patch on your thong.
I look into your beautiful eyes as I move the vibrator higher and push it fully against you. I love the feeling of your body tensing, and drop my head to take one of your nipples into my mouth. The toy is buzzing fully against your clit as I swirl my tongue around and around. Sucking, running it between my teeth. Your legs are already beginning to shake and I grind harder against your crotch. Your thong is soaked. 'Can I cum?' you ask. I click the vibrator off. Not that that should be a surprise, after all 'I always make you ask at least twice...'.
I give you a second to recover, before doing exactly the same again. And again, and again. Each time it takes less and less to get you to the edge. I don't wait for you to ask to cum. I just switch it off every time I think you are getting close. No need for you to have any control at all. The fifth time I click the toy on my hand reaches up to your neck, pushing your head back against the door. I start to squeeze, my hand almost big enough to wrap around your throat completely. The throbbing toy between your legs is pushed harder against you, and I'm sucking hard on your nipples, stretching them.