The polite and most elegant way to wear pearls is around one’s neck. Or so the common wisdom went. There are several exceptions to that social rule. Some wear their pearls around their wrists. Some attached to their ears. The really fancy ones have it as part of their hair’s adornment.

Well. That was for polite society to see. It’s the moments when being polite is not required that brings out the best of the pearls.

A Game of Pearls

The room was candle lit. It was nearly time to dress up and go to the pool party that night. It was not a must, but it was nice. The day had been burning hot. A little cool water with close friends never hurt. Besides, staying indoors with all the perks it offered was just… indoors.

The sun was starting to loom near the horizon. He was not the type who played with his sleep, but every now and again, to please her, he’d call in to the office announcing his lateness for the next day, after sleeping in well after the sun rose towards its zenith.

Tonight, her plans was to enjoy the splash of water as she toyed with him in front of her friends. Her secret sinful lust for her man was nearly out of control. He loved her all the more for it.

Selecting a lovely black bathing suit, she readied herself. Her friends knew she was a freak but kept it quiet so that he would not stop his cute ways of holding her in check. His friends knew, and they didn’t mind, but where was the fun of secret sinful play hidden in plain sight if all knew what to look for…

Before she reached the door, her bathing suit hidden below a t-shirt and shorts, he tugged at her bag and cleared his throat in such a way to spike heat deep through her spine.

What could he possibly want more at this time… her naughty side wondered, for she had quenched her thirst not long before.

Swiveling on the tip of her toes, letting her hair flip and flow, she looked with a come hither look at her stallion who had not yet buttoned his shirt.

He was holding a box while his eyes burned red hot with clarity of gleaming white intensity. She perceived a slight flick of a brow as his jawline, etched of divine, drew her passion up to ‘high’.

The Wealth of Games

Her eyes drew wide as her jaw dropped… for in the box was a set of pearls. He smiled as she covered her mouth with surprise. There was no special occasion. No reason to celebrate. This was just an ordinary boring day.

“A queen should not leave her castle without her pearls” he said with vibrato in his voice.

Like a happy young lady given a precious prize, she blushed and danced, too excited to know what to do next. She watched his pride swell as he placed the pearls around her neck. She held up her hair and let her hands linger close to feel his.

Turning to look in the mirror, she saw they were amazing. The necklace was one of those 3-in–1 types. The base set of pearls were big. The second set were medium. And the last set was small. The combination of lengths made them rest perfectly around her collar bone. The trio secured with a rose gold locking mechanism that was ornate with their own smaller pearl accents.

Feeling like a queen, she tipped on her toes and kissed her man graciously… accepting his tongue as it plunged and stirred heat racing down her throat and beyond.

He drew her to himself and held her close. Her feeble attempts to push him away were more symbolic than convincing. It would be more fun to stay put and burn the night away making love.

A gentle tug around the back of her neck signaled to her the kiss was over. The pool was waiting. It was time to go. With a skip and a step, she bounded toward the door only to come up short as he tugged at her shorts.

“Take everything off my dear. You’re not properly dressed” he growled.

Not one to displease, she tastefully stripped herself and lowered her eyes in flirtation as she waited to hear what he had to say.

“Now, don’t you look amazing… adorned in pearls” he complimented with satisfaction.

“Thank you sweetie” she replied, loving the feel of value about her neck.

“Turn around” he ordered.

Oh… She thought. This could be good. He had a habit of swatting her cheeks whenever his desires raged wild.

Instead, he pulled her hands behind her back. Maybe cuffs… she thought. Something cool looped around her wrists.

“Look” he proclaimed as he released her. There were pearls around her wrists. This was unusual, yet they were very pretty.

“I love them!” she smiled and glowed.

“You’re not fully dressed yet” he continued as he tugged at her neck. She felt something weigh on her neck. He guided her to the full length mirror and handed her the hand held. He had added a long loop of pearls… which he let drop perfectly down her back past her rear end… her cheeks all too happy to nestle the pearls within their curves.

“Oh my” she gasp as the feel rose her temperature and the look seemed beyond real.

Another gentle tug broke her attention from the mirror as her eyes connected to his. They were burning hot. Boring deep into her soul. He smiled lightly.

“You’re mine” he affirmed.

“Always” she reaffirmed as her heart melted yet again.

The feeling of more pearls dropping between her breast and coming to rest right by the rose swelling of her desire, her attention peaked, he pulled her closer.

“You’re almost properly dressed” he whispered.

The last items were pulled from the box. Her eyes stayed glued to his as he soaked her being with pride. She gasped lightly as her womanhood felt him slip something… as his fingers played with what was his.

“Spread” he ordered.

Obediently, she parted her legs and basked in the feeling of strength his gentle touch held. He was running some pearls between her legs while brushing lightly against everything perfectly.

“Now you’re ready to get dressed officially” he mentioned through a beaming smile.

She looked in the mirror. She looked amazing wrapped in pearls. The front and rear links of pearl secured between her legs by another string of pearl that was anchored inside his love chamber.

“Don’t let the anchor go” he ordered.

She was not going to let her king down. It was not becoming of a queen.

“You can put on your bathing suit, t-shirt, and shorts. It’s time to go swimming” a very naughty look written all over his face.

Quivering with anticipation, she placed all her attention in keeping the pearls well anchored. The distracting waves of pleasure made the struggle worth it. No one would really know. But he knew. Any little tug would telescope a signal she could not ignore.

How naughty. How delicious. How perfect.

He held up a small little cylinder. It looked ivory coated. He pressed on the top. A smirk across his lips. She instantly felt the vibration between her legs as she yelped and leapt into his arms with surprise.

Oh how decadent. How sinful. A vibrating pearl.

“If you’re a good girl during the pool party, you’ll get to see what other pearls I have reserved for later tonight” he said as his hand found her rear, squeezed, and lifted… as another set of vibration feelings let her understand that there was more special gems hidden inside the pearls.

A game of pearls fitting a queen who loved her man as much as he loved her.

to be continued

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Game of Pearls

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