There are times when being polite is just not polite. These are the times when raw action is the only acceptable honorable display of power. To avoid such actions is quite impolite really. Just ask the next lady you see who had her man avoid defending her honor… not recommending everyone get into a fight, but avoidance entirely… you’ll see how she feels about this impoliteness.

Thankfully, the retention of honor has evolved with the times and there are non-violent ways to uphold the honor of one’s lady. But, the author is on a slippery slope called “Digress Avenue” and must find a way to gain a foot hold, so this story is told.

Pearls of a Game

Before the ride home, there was the task of retrieving the bathing suit that had fallen by the pool. With her pearls back in place, feeling the movement between her legs and butt cheeks, she did not feel up to the task of getting her own suit back.

Not one to pass off his responsibilities, he knew she was thinking about her suit, as well as t-shirt, shorts, and wedges. He was prepared.

“Dear, please wait for me right here” as he moved out and quickly recovered their coverings.

The others were still messing around and giggling… not yet ready to commit to the full act their bodies desired. It was much like them to play on the edge of hot and sensual… but waiting for permission to go the extra mile.

With a little smirk, he teased the lady who’s hand was still wrapped about her man’s shaft… “you might want to ride that… before he turns blue”.

That was all the permission they needed, the water now getting agitated, as the other two couple decided it was time to bail out.

“You both know you’re gonna bless the grass, don’t be shy on my account” he teased the owners of the property.

They gave a pretend offended look and both found their favorite corner to do what they had been to shy to do before. The last couple waved their goodbyes, but he knew they were going to the back of their car and would abuse the suspension throughout the night.

It was time to take his queen home. With a tap, he activated the pearls again. She needed to be nice and bright… the redness of cheeks being one of his favorite natural colors.

Entering the room, he found his waiting queen moving about in a trance like dance holding the pleasure as instructed.

“You were moving… instead of waiting…” he teased.

“My king, please, I was waiting just as you’ve asked” she implored.

He produced a paddle as he savored the widening of her eyes. She’d never been spanked while having pleasure instruments working within her. His hand pointed towards the bed.

Without her usual sass, as her mind was too focused on keeping her pleasure contained, she wiggled her way over to the bed and bent over. The swats that followed felt extra intense, not so much from the sting of the hits, but from the combination of sensations the pearls were delivering with each swat.

He enjoyed seeing her body react. He loved how she tried to stay in position… yet wiggled her lovely rear just the way he loved. This was not punishment at all. This was the preamble to the main course they were going to have, once home. But first, her cheeks had to have some residual sensations for the ride home.

The car seemed to find all the right turns in the road to cause her to lean towards her man. Her arms wrapped around his. His hand caressing her inner thigh and touching her lips every so often. The moment was beautiful. His heart was full with pride and joy for he was about to enjoy his lady yet again for the night.

The shower was a blessing. Getting the chlorine off of each other had allowed their skin to feel all the more connected. She had taken him in deeply with her mouth and caused him to hold on to the edge of the shower stall. His pulse indicated he was ready, but she didn’t let him finish. She needed that to happen much later.

Not willing to let her go without finishing what she started, he lifted her up and out of the tub. Turning the water cold, he cooled and regained more strength.

“No fair!” she called out playfully.

He didn’t respond. He jumped out and lifted her up and hugged her tightly. Then, finding her nipples, he weakened her with more pleasure. But that was not all, he lifted her higher still as she giggled and protested until his mouth found her swollen lips. He quenched his thirst as she succumbed to his generous tongue.

Fist full of his hair, she held on and cried with joy encouraging him not to stop. Before she could find release, he let her down and activated the pearls once more.

“Go lay down on your tummy and wait for me. Do not cum until I tell you to” he ordered.

Struggling to keep the waves of crashing pleasure from making her fall, she managed to make the bed as he arrived some short seconds behind her.

His hand gently spread her legs apart. She was surprised he had not secured her to the bed first. Her eyes closed as she bit her lips. Her hands clutched at the bedsheets as his hand massaged and heated her swelling. Teasing. Stroking. Exciting.

“Please… please… please…” she murmured into the bed.

“Not yet my sweet kitten” he replied.

Removing the pearls with his free hand, his busy hand continued to prepare her for his grand entrance.

“Please… please…” she softly implored

He pressed his free hand on her lower back as he watched her arch to the fullest. He lowered himself close enough for the ivory box to nestle itself between her rounded hills that he loved so much.

“Oh please… baby… please take me… please!” she cried as tears started to rise.

“Not yet” he lovingly said.

Her body started to shake.

“Hold on baby girl… not yet” he said through gritted teeth… for he was nearly ready himself.

Pulling on the sheets with all the might she had, he pressed on her lower back halting her efforts to pull away. His fingers danced and played and raised her to her edge.

Sensing the inevitable… he paused… positioned himself such that she was feeling the pulse of his member against her swelling.

“Please…” she exhaled

He plunged and took what was his with all the authority and power of his royalty. The echoes of their jubilee reverberated throughout the house.

In the early hours of the morning when both bodies were too tired and spent to move, sleep found the lovebirds and carried them deep into the middle of the next day.

The game had been played. The pearls had delivered. Now, this royal pair looked like glistening pearls in the game of love. The kind of game that binds souls. Entices trust. Elevates connections. And breathlessly feeds the union of their relationship.

“If it pleases his highness, shall we play again?” she asked her waking king.

“It pleases me greatly to give you more” he replied.

“I’m honored to take you as my king” she replied as her hands traced a line from his neck straight down below his belt line.

“A mutual honor then” as his hand found their favorite place between her thighs.

To her surprise, she felt not just his fingers, but something else. Her eyebrows raised as the sensation was followed by something quite new. A smile broke across her face.

“Naughty… naughty…” she told him.

“It would not be polite to do any differently” he said through his grin.

Another pearl was being introduced for today’s round of passion. If only Monday would stay away another day.

the end

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