The room is softly black. I'm not sure yet if the purpose of the play is to help me wake up, or him wake up, or if we are doing something more yet. Hands and mouth gently tug at my nipples, caress my breasts. I'm dozing, half asleep, passively enjoying, kissing whatever is near. He teases, straddling my chest and resting himself between my breasts. He teases me with a few trusts, tormenting me with the image of what we can't do yet, before sliding off, caressing my skin. I teasingly anoint him with my arousal, stroking over the silken skin.
"Well, you're going to have to lick that off!" he notes, and I gladly oblige for a few moments, assuming this is how the morning will progress.
A mouth dips down near my ear after a moment.
"I have a wicked idea.... Turn on the light."
I'm confused, my eyes opening in the dark and I have yet to register the second command before he returns. He gently leans over, snapping on illumination, which does nothing for me. Eye shut against it and I turn my head away, but I hear a familiar snap being opened.
Oh my.
I shiver and hold still, knowing what's coming next. We have a special toy, one discovered almost by accident. My husband collects knives, and one, an onyx black, phallic thing, was found to be the perfect plaything for one who likes knives but wishes to be safe. The edge is ground to such an angle, meant only for display, that it feels sharp, but cannot really cut. The point is good enough to pierce, with some pressure, if one desires, but otherwise, safe. And gorgeous, ebony from hilt to tip, but for the slight silver of the grind where the blacking was taken off.
There is a feeling of weight as the dagger is rested on me, handle over one breast, tip just resting against the curve of the other nipple. A small push, and I moan, as the sharpness bites and holds it there. Later, I can see there wasn't even a dimple left, but at the time, I feel run through, pierced.
The unspoken command is "Hold still," one I know well from our other games with this object, and I find my breathing slowing. Stopping. I enter a strange state of zen of self controlled erotic meditation, eyes closed, breathing only occasionally, feeling rather than moving. The knife is moved, teasingly run over bare skin, the coolness causing my heart to skip. It traces along my collarbone, perhaps running over the wing of the bird there. I do not know. I only know the stillness, and the taste of sharpness and control.
The knife is gone, and then hands are back, teasing and tugging over taut nubs of flesh, my nipples aching now. I remember breathing only as I start to moan.
"I wonder" asks the voice, "If I can make you come just by playing with these?"
I consider it a worthwhile experiment. I've been driven mad from lack of contact, of relief in the last two weeks, and suspect that might well be possible now. I reply to the suggestion by grabbing his own piercing in my teeth, tying his chest to my lips. the sensations leave me light headed, I feel like I'm floating.
"How's the piercing?" he suddenly asks. Coming back to earth, I realize one hand has been tugging my own nipple, as his spare is slowly stroking over his warm shaft watching me. The other, unconsciously, has been between my legs.
"It seems good?" I say curiously, realizing the discomfort from the piercing has been gone, indeed for days. Hooray for healing quickly! I know I can, I'd attended a tattoo exposition merely one week after my final colours, and fooled everyone into thinking I'd had it for months. I'd been flogged hard and been fine in days. I test it, moving the metal from one side to another, before settling into a slow motion, matching the quiet pace, the strange feeling of intoxication from sensation.
Eyes closed, merely listening and feeling, I climax in a gentle, but powerful way, having to force myself to make a sound, my breathing nearly vanishing as it gets near and my voice somehow mute, unwilling to let out my excitement, restrained. I let out a groan on the second tremor, and a hot feeling floods over me, from nipple to chest, as he joins me, warmly covering my breast, cockhead resting just over the nipple, teasing it as my mind was only just now registering, perhaps since we had begun the experiment a few minutes ago. I touch the wetness with tender amazement, running my fingers along it, feeling relaxed and loved.
"Now isn't this a nice way to start the day?"
I nod mutely. Time to get ready for work.
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