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    She’d had a kick shopping at the sex shoppe, and her credit card had all but melted at the number of pounds she plunked down for their evening of fun.
    The woman who’d been behind the register knew a lot, and she hadn’t been in the least bit shocked by the items Beth had been looking at.  In fact, the woman had helped Beth get over her own embarrassment. 
    As if people bought ball gags and cock rings every day, the owner had explained exactly how each item worked, the best way to secure them in place, and she’d given advice about what to watch for to make sure your sub wasn’t in distress.
    Even that word was a turn on.  Sub.  What a thrill to have her big, powerful husband submit to her will and whims.
    As Beth was leaving the shoppe, the woman had encouraged Beth to let herself go, to get into the scene she was creating.  If she laughed, so what?  If she got aroused, enjoy it. 
    She’d taken the woman’s recommendations to heart.  Looking in the mirror hanging on the wall above the dresser, she glanced at him.  “You know why you’re bound to the bed, right, Jon?”
    He tested the bondage.  “Because I came home late.”
    “And?”
    “Because I’ve done it repeatedly.”
    “And because I love you.”  She took the first of the tricks from the drawer.  “If I didn’t, I would have thrown a girlish fit and started an argument.  Wouldn’t that be something to look forward to coming home to?  A row every night?  To be honest, Jon, I might simply have packed it in and gone back to the States.”
    His eyes widened.
    “Yeah,” she said.  “I’m that sick of being here alone with no end in sight.”
    “You didn’t tell me,” he said.
    “I did.  You didn’t listen.  It appears I have your full attention now.”  She slid the drawer closed.  “And you have mine.  Are you wondering what I’m going to do to you?  If I were you, I’d be a bit concerned by now.”
    He was getting into this.  Despite being secured, his body stretched somewhat uncomfortably, he was lifting his hips, unintentionally simulating a fucking motion.
    Keeping the item hidden behind her back, she knelt on the bed again.  “I’d like you to suck on my nipple,” she said, “making it hard.  Would you like that?”
    “Yes.”  The word was hoarse.
    “Say please .”
    “You want me to beg you?”
    “Is that a problem?”  Her heart raced.  Parts of this had seemed easier in theory.  But when you were in the situation, with your man, the one accustomed to power and control, telling him he had to beg in order to suckle at your breast…?
    “Come on, Beth…”
    “Please, may I suck on your nipple?” she corrected.  “I want to please you.”  She put down the item she’d been holding.  He was paying no attention to that whatsoever, he was staring intently at her.
    Being the focus of his attention was all she’d ever wanted.
    Taking hold of her left breast, she plumped it, then thumbed back the lace to expose her nipple.  “Ohhh.”  Beth moaned.  “I want your mouth, instead of my own fingers.”  Getting on her knees she seductively swayed towards him, brushing her breast across his mouth.
    He latched on.
    “Oh, no.  Not until you ask nicely.”  She pulled away.  “You’re mine,” she said.  “We do this my way.”
    “Blimey.”
    “Your choice.”  She climbed off the bed.  Facing him, she drew the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms a bit.  Then she pulled down both of the demi cups, exposing her nipples.
    She dipped two fingers inside her mouth. When they were moist, she drew the dampness across her nipples. 
    “Please,” he said.  His eyes were wide.  He licked his upper lip. 
    She knew he could still taste her pussy juices in his mouth.
    She smiled. 
    “Please, I want to suck on your nipples.”
    She was powerless to deny him. 
    Beth moved back over him, on all fours so that her breasts hung beneath her, gently swaying.  “Whatever