Page 9 of A Very Surrey SFS Christmas

But she was a naughty submissive. Far, far too impatient. And when her nerves were stretched to breaking point by his luscious massage, she blurted intemperately, “Touch me, damn it!”

“Beg pardon?” Ethan replied, his hands stilling.

A sob caught in her throat. “Please, please touch me. I need so badly to come.”

“I know you do, sweetheart. But you must wait.”

Again his hands began to move, but now his thumbs rubbed circles on the backs of her thighs, occasionally gliding further up to tease the crease of her bottom. Then his fingers delved between, ever so lightly caressing her back entrance, yet not penetrating at all.

She was not going to survive this. Her entire world had reduced to one excruciating need, to one place desperate to be touched. Her fists clenched, her body quivered, and yet still Ethan continued to tease her as a disciplinary measure for her impatience.

“Please,” Madeline said hoarsely, tears gathering in her eyes. “I can’t bear it.”

In response he nuzzled the curve of her neck, kissing the sensitive skin, before nipping her shoulder. A jolt of sensation arrowed straight to her cunt, and she gasped. But finally, finally, one strong hand eased between her legs, parting her thighs and sliding upward. Poised on the edge of ecstasy she waited, silently pleading for him to go higher. A little more. Just a little…

When his hand cupped her mound, his slick fingers parting the crisp hair and rubbing her clitoris, she screamed.

Ethan tsked. “Can’t have the entire household running to provide a rescue, Madeline. Must I gag you?”

“N-no,” she stuttered. “I’ll c-cover my mouth.”

“Very well.”

Again his clever fingers circled her clitoris and nudged the swollen bud, before he pinched it lightly, hurling her into bliss. But Ethan wasn’t done. Even as pulses of orgasm still shook her body, his hand moved again so his middle finger shallowly penetrated her. In. Out. In. Out.

“How is this?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she moaned. “Oh God…more…”

The finger inched deeper, a gentle and yet relentless marauder. Soon he added a second finger, then a third, and Madeline panted, her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body reaching, craving a second climax more than air.

“Come, sweetheart,” Ethan commanded.

Given permission to soar, her senses splintered and she screamed against her hand as the inner walls of her cunt clamped around his fingers, gripping and releasing in a powerful release that lasted and lasted.

It might have been minutes or hours later, but dazed, not entirely certain which way was up, Madeline reached behind with her free hand, needing the solidness of him to ground her again. Ethan kissed her palm, her shoulder, her cheek, and she moved her head a little on the pillow so he could kiss her lips.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed, in complete charity with the world.

“How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful. Excellent. Splendid. Except…”

“Except?” Ethan replied as he eased his fingers from her cunt.

“Except I’m waiting for your cock, my lord. I want to feel it inside me.”

“Demanding wench.”

Madeline laughed. “You knew that when you married me. I was never going to be a demure and obedient little submissive, was I?”

“No,” he agreed, and she could hear the reluctant amusement in his voice.

But it seemed Ethan was in a benevolent mood, for he opened the glass bottle again, and she bit her lip at the sensual sound of his palm slicking his cock with oil. Lying on her side like this, so comfortable and relaxed after her orgasms, and yet not knowing exactly when he would touch her or where, was exciting beyond belief.

Then his hand curved under her right leg, lifting it a little and drawing it back to rest on his own, opening her up for plunder.

“Hurry,” she whispered. “Please, please hurry.” It had been far too long since they had been connected in this special way.