Page 92 of His Atonement

Andrej grunts something that resembles going to check on his young while Allie gets to her feet in order to grab the four of us drinks, so I use their absence to make my move.

"Have I told you that you are an absolute vision this evening?" I ask as I wrap an arm around Frankie's shoulders, lean toward her, and nip the shell of her ear. "So goddamn beautiful."

She turns toward me slightly, and smiles as I kiss the spot just below her lobe. "At least thirty times."

"It appears I'm slacking then.” My lips continue along the column of her throat as my free hand trails up her shin, over her knee and under her skirt. "And, if I remember correctly, my sister said you had asurprisefor me, something hidden under your dress that woulddrive me wild, yes?"

“Mmhmm," Frankie hums as my fingers wander along the inside of her thigh. "You can consider it a wedding present."

I grin as I kiss her jaw. "I thought we agreed on no gifts?"

"We did.” Her legs fall open slightly as my hand continues higher. "But this isn't just for you, mostly for you, but a little for me too."

My fingers reach the top of her stockings and the second they do my dick goes from half mast to full the second I feel a strap.

A strap I trace up all the way under her skirt as discreetly as possible then follow it further to find its attached to a garter belt, one that appears to be made of lace dotted in tiny studs along the straps and the top. The top I graze over her natural waist and down the other thigh, back up the inside to what I was assuming would be a sexy pair of matching panties, but no.

No, when my hand seeks out what my mind envisioned, only to connect with more skin, the softest skin, completely bare skin, before landing directly on her totally naked pussy, I groan.

"This is my surprise?" I bite gently over the pulse thrumming in her neck. "An absolutely devilish garter belt and no panties?"

"Part of it,” Frankie whispers as my forefinger traces the seam of her already wet cunt. "There's more."

Which I feel immediately as I move toward her clit and find something attached to the triangle piercing I love so fucking much.

A thin chain.

Thin but sturdy that stretches in a vertical line up under the garter belt, over the creamy flesh of her lower abdomen and disappears under the corset.

I give it a gentle tug and grin wider as Frankie hisses. "What's this then? Where does this divine piece of metal end, my darling?"

She bites her lip, and meets my eyes with ones glazed in lust. "I had to have new jewelry for my wedding day.” Frankie inhales sharply as I tug it again. "So I bought new nipple rings… and a new piece for my pussy."

I nip at her lips, then tug the chain again. "And this jewelry is connected by the chain? Your new nipple and pussy rings all held together by these links that I can use to bring you orgasm right here, right now, completely unknown by anyone mulling about?"

“Yes," she groans as I follow the cold metal back to her clit. "But there's more."

I do believe my cock is going to tear a hole in my trousers right now, simply burst right through the fabric and bury itself inside my mate entirely on its own.

But I try to remain nonchalant, try to remain lax and continue my torture.

"And what else might you be hiding, my darling girl?"

Frankie repositions herself slightly, allows her legs to fall open further which causes my fingers to press down on her clit before she angles her hips.

And because this is an invitation I must accept without question, I circle her clit a few times before searching her body for what she speaks of.

Only to almost have a stroke at what I find.

Instead of the tightest cunt known to man waiting to accept my eager fingers, I find something already there. Something smooth and hard, something curved that goes from inside her pussy back toward her glorious ass, so I follow for a moment before my eyes snap to hers.

"This… you have… you've been—"

Frankie nods, then grabs her clutch. "I found a new toy that I thought would be perfect for today.” Then she pulls something from the purse, something small that looks like a remote of some sort. "It vibrates."

Fuck me, I'm dead.

My beautiful mate not only tempts me with what is no doubt a sexy as hell garter belt, but new jewelry that allows me to pleasure her in an almost painful way, and has at some point inserted a small, smooth, double-sided dildo-esque object that sits in both her cunt and ass, one that vibrates, and she has just handed over the control.