'To Meet Her Needs' Teasers

To Meet Her Needs

[Out Soon - eXtasy]

The following weeks were spent in a blur of shared intimacy. Mark found himself smiling constantly and would laugh out loud when the joy inside him could no longer be contained. Ingrid, on these occasions, would raise an enquiring eyebrow and wait for him to explain. Sometimes he did and other times he would just refuse to explain what had caused the joy to burst out of him. Whatever the occasion, his lips would always find hers and his joy would be pressed down over her own.

On one of these occasions, he wrapped his arms around her and swung her around and around her lounge room laughing even more than usual until he collapsed to the floor with Ingrid sprawled on top of him. The room was spinning crazily for them and laughter bubbled up out of them both. Ingrid tweaked his nipple and spluttered in between bouts of laughter, “You're going to be the death of me, you know Mister! Just how old are you?”

“Old enough to have my nipple pinched apparently! Fair's fair, my love. I demand equal nipple pinching opportunity or I'll have to report you. And you don't want that now, do you!”

She laughed again and leaned down and bit at his nipple through his T-shirt. “There! You'll have to send in two complaints but just who are you going to complain to, anyway?”

Miles thought for a moment then smiled, “Why, the SPCN of course, my love. Who else!”

“I know I'm going to regret asking this but what is the SPCN?”

“For a university graduate your education is sadly lacking. I may have to keep you in for special one-on-one lessons. Hmm, yes, that sounds like a great idea! Now young lady, I think you should go change into a tight top and a short skirt…and boots if you have them.”

She smiled down at him and just shook her head from side to side, “Oh, no you don't! You're not going to distract me while you try to think of something silly to say. What does SPCN stand for? I think you just made it up!”

He kissed her lips softly and then sighed loudly. “You have so little faith in me, my love! I don't need time. It stands for The Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Nipples. And they will be happy to get both complaints in one letter as it was my nipple that was abused twice! I think they will also agree to let me handle your punishment.”

Ingrid shook her head at him before leaning down to bite at his nipple a second time. When he let out a yelp she made sympathetic sounds, pushed up his T-shirt and sucked his poor abused nipple inside her mouth. She felt the softness inside her swirling upwards as she applied her idea of first aid with her tongue and lips. She stretched it outwards until it popped out from between her lips. Without warning, she stopped administering first aid to lecture him, “You're just angling to get my nipples in your own mouth, you faker. However, I am the one on top and I want your nipples in my mouth!” She laughed quickly before qualifying what she had just said, “OK, well maybe I'll try for one at a time or you might actually get to write that complaint letter you've been going on about.”

He just smiled up at her innocently. “So the one on top gets the nipples, eh?” She smiled back and nodded her head up and down, pulling at his nipple. With a sudden roll, he placed his lover onto her back before smiling smugly down at her. “Oh dear, it seems I am the one on top right now. I guess that means I have Nipple Rights!” He reached down with both hands and tore her blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere and, unluckily for Mark, one ricocheted off his left eye. “Owwww! God damn buttons!” His hand went immediately up to rub his eye.

“Are you OK baby?” Ingrid's concern was genuine. “Let me have a look!” She moved his hand away from the eye and peered closely at it. Apart from a minor red mark on his upper eyelid, he seemed fine. “I think you'll still have enough vision left to stare at my breasts, baby,” she concluded with a smile. “Are you sure you're OK though? You're not traumatised or anything? You will be able to undress me in the future without flinching, won't you?”

His lips twitched with a suppressed smile before he stated with mock grumpiness, “You're a cold, mean-hearted woman, you know! I'm sure button injuries must be a major concern among Doms.”

“Perhaps they should learn how to unbutton a blouse then! The one you just destroyed cost me $125. Anyway, seeing as how you are OK...” she added innocently before she tried to roll him onto his back for the second time. The shove she applied to his far greater mass led only to them both ending up on their sides. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” she muttered in time to the whacks she gave him on his chest. “I want a lover who's not carved out of granite!”

Mark smiled and drew her hard against his body. “Aren't I supposed to be the Dom? Are you after my job, woman?”

“No, baby, you can keep your job as my Dom but I'd like to point out that I also like to win! And you were just too cocky when you had me pinned under you. I wanted to help you control that Dom ego of yours. It was for your own good, honestly!” She looked across at him but the scepticism in his raised eyebrows told her that he wasn't buying it.

“So I guess this is a draw, darling, unless you want to match body weight with me again,” he told her. She shook her head, unwilling to try again with the element of surprise now gone. “So I wonder how we can settle this impasse,” Mark added before a grin lit up his face. “How about you get my nipples in your mouth and I get your nipples between my fingers? That's gotta be a win-win situation and they're very popular right now!”

Mindful of accepting a Trojan horse, she took some time to consider his offer. It seemed to be overly generous and that worried her a little. Mark was a considerate and attentive lover but he, too, loved to win. Yet no matter which way she turned it, she couldn't see the downside for herself. “OK baby, you have a deal,” she finally replied.

He smiled happily across at her. “Oh, and darling, before the deal actually comes into effect…” With a laugh, he dropped his mouth onto her left breast and grated his teeth back along her nipple pressing hard down onto the tip, drawing a loud ouch from his lover. “Did you really think I'd forgotten about your breach of our truce back in my kitchen? It's not only revenge that is best served cold, my love. Payback is delicious when your lover has forgotten all about her scandalous behaviour!”

“I'm never going to get away with anything, am I?”

“Not if I can help it!” he replied with a laugh followed by a hard kiss to her lips.