"I believe I was admiring the new maid." Annika still hadn’t released the Nox weave and Daniel’s senses were honed to the slightest movement or sound to indicate where she was.

"Hmmm, yes, I believe you were." Her husky voice tickled his ear. "She comes…" she paused, breathlessly teasing out the word, "highly recommended."

"All her references check out?" Daniel was delighted by this little game, and was more than happy to play along.

"Glowing reports of her eagerness to perform whatever duties her employer asked, with the utmost enthusiasm and providing great satisfaction."

She spoke casually, as though it was an ordinary conversation not filled with innuendo. He felt the soft tingle of her will close around his ankle and his foot was lifted up to rest on the coffee table. ‘Magically’ his bootlaces began to untie so she could remove his shoe.

"Her previous employer was most upset to let her go."

A tickle of a feather traveled down the length of his jaw. "And why was that?"

"Doctor’s recommendation. Apparently walking around in a perpetual state of arousal is hazardous to one’s health."

"Ahh, but what a way to go." He barely noticed that she had moved on to his other boot, he was wonderfully distracted by her lips lightly grazing against his neck.

"I said we’d take her on a trial basis, subject to your approval."

"Oh, I most heartily approve." He twisted his head, intending to capture those sweet lips with his own, however she frustratingly drew away with a teasing chuckle.

"There’s only one snag…her contract is quite clear, she has a ‘you can look but don’t touch’ policy."

Daniel let out a hiss as her fingers walked down his chest and over the bulge on his jeans. "I don’t think I like that clause. Is she open to negotiation?"

"A linguist of your caliber may be able to sweet talk her into renegotiating. But first do you not want a sample of her skills?"

"Seems only wise…however, I must insist on being able to observe her in action if I am to make an objective assessment."

"As you wish."

The air to his right shimmered and she reappeared. Daniel feasted his eyes on her like a starving man at a banquet. That outfit looked even better the second time round.

"I have a few suggestions that might help with your assessment." She slowly swung the feather duster back and forth.

"Uh huh."

"I could tantalize your taste buds…there are many a food that stimulate the pleasure centers of the mind…"

Daniel was hypnotized by the duster as it lifted in an ‘accidental’ higher arc, brushing against the tops of her breasts. "My mind doesn’t need stimulation right now."

"Something to relieve the tension then?" She pretended to give it some thought, absently using the duster as an extension of her hand to give her chin a thoughtful ‘scratch’. "A hot steaming bath to relax your muscles after a long day…"

"Anything else?" He throat was suddenly parched as the duster flitted down over her body, and swished back and forth over the lacy trim of her stocking tops.

"You sound like you need a drink, Monsieur." She walked over to the liquor cabinet and bent over slightly to peruse the lower shelf.

"Oui, Madame." Daniel indulged in the delectable view of her shapely legs, his breath catching as she leant over, revealing something that had been hidden while she had been standing completely upright. Beneath the frills of her petticoat were the crescents of her derriere…not covered by the frilly French knickers traditional of the outfit, but just the creamy smoothness of her skin. Sweet Jesus, was she wearing no underwear? He tilted his head to get a better look and saw the barest scrap of lace. So she was wearing a g-string…And unless he missed his mark, it was that tiny scrap that she had worn on their wedding night that he had never got the chance to enjoy. He straightened when she turned back to him, pretending that he hadn’t been ogling her.

The grin on her face as she walked back to him with a seductive sway to her hips, told him she hadn’t been fooled. "Or you could stretch out in front of the fire, with your drink," she passed him the crystal glass with a generous nip of cognac, "and I could relieve the tension in more direct manner."

"Let’s go with that." A direct approach was definitely what his body was yearning for.

"Then come and rise, Monsieur." She crooked a finger at him, picking up the velour throw rug from the couch and spreading it in front of the hearth.

"Isn’t the order normally the other way around?" Daniel grinned, taking a sip of the smooth drink. He moved to the rug and sat down. Leaning his forearms on his knees he silently watched Annika’s final preparations.

With a flick of her wrist the lounge curtains zipped shut and the stereo began to echo the strains of soft blues. She crouched at the fireplace and lit the already prepared wood, blowing gently on the tinder until the fire caught. Each movement was sensually orchestrated to feed the desire that had been building in him for the better part of the afternoon.

Another wrist flick and the main light switched off so the glow of the fire was all the illumination they had. She twisted around and sat before him, with her legs tucked beneath her. "Are you comfortable, Monsieur?"

Sitting as she was, his line of sight was directly focused on the creamy expanse of her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. He’d lay money that if she took a deep breath, those barely hidden rosy nipples would pop out to taunt him. The mere thought made his arousal grow even more within the tight confines of his jeans. "Not particularly."

"Well, that cannot do." She leant forward, thrusting those tantalizing mounds to just a few centimeters from his face, then walked on her knees behind him. Her hands toyed with the back of his shirt, tugging it free. Fingers caressed the small of his back then ran along the edge of his waistband to his front. At her all too brief touch as she pulled the rest of the material clear, his stomach muscles contracted, while a muscle a tad further down continued to expand. She peeled off his shirt, her fingers following the material’s rise up the length of his sides.

Daniel knew that when she removed his jeans, her touch would be the same feather light tease that would only hint at what was to come; knew that Annika had only begun to play. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to sustain from reaching out to her. Would it be breaking the rules if I ‘accidentally’ thrust my hips a little, ‘forcing’ a caress rather than this maddening whisper of a touch? There was wicked gleam to her violet depths like she was reading his thoughts. When the button of his jeans snapped open, there was no physical hand for him to butt into. Oh, that’s just mean! he thought as she used her telekinesis to carefully work down the zip and wiggled the denim and boxer shorts from his hips. He kicked the clothing free from the bottom of his legs.

Gently she pushed against his shoulders, urging him to lie down. She hadn’t shifted from her position behind him, and to make room for him to stretch out she ‘had’ to open her knees that had been demurely closed. He ended up lying with his head just between her thighs, not touching, but he was close enough to feel the heat of her skin, to smell her sugary vanilla scent. He looked up at her upside-down face, as she perused his naked body. Like a kid in a candy store she devoured every inch of him, wondering where to begin. If he had any doubt that this little game was having any effect on her, it was banished by the slight flush to her cheeks as her gaze landed on his very erect member, by the unconscious way she licked her lips as though she could already taste him. He took a deeper breath and a headier more musky scent that never failed to drive him wild reached his nostrils. How easy would it be for me to scoot back and nuzzle her hot well to drink the nectar that I know was waiting for me? He subtly shifted his legs, bracing himself to do just that, when a light brush against his thigh distracted him.

He tilted his head to see one of the ostrich feathers she had plucked free from the duster was swishing back and forth in a random pattern, tickling the downy hairs of his leg. He held his breath as it danced ever upwards to his hip, grazing across his belly. Then let out a low groan when it skittered away from his pining shaft. The look he gave her held a promise that once he was ‘allowed’, he was going to repay this sweet torture she was inflicting on him. The quiver of anticipation that rippled through her as she read that promise fuelled his desire as much as hers. With a sultry smile she traced one finger along his jaw then along his hairline. She removed his glasses, then two fingers traveled down his forehead and over his eyes, gently closing his lids.

And then the assault to his senses really began in earnest. She started with the feather, drawing it over his body, gently tickling it in a slow pattern of her own design, across his legs, arms, stomach, chest and neck. Then moved back down, pausing just below his bellybutton. Suddenly it left his skin. For a few long seconds he felt nothing, then ever so softly there was a brush against his inner thigh, a light swirl through the coarse hair of pubic area and she drew the feather up the base of his shaft. Teasingly she circled it around the bulging tip. His hips bucked upwards, seeking a more substantial touch.

Her husky chuckle did as much for his libido as her touch. "La patience, Monsieur, la patience."

She was driving him out of his mind and she was asking him to be patient? "Patience is overrated," he gasped as that frustratingly, wonderful caress continued to spiral around him. Had to clutch at the blanket beneath him to stop himself from hauling her to him.

"I could always stop," she mused, and she did just that, halting the feather so that it sat still on his throbbing rod.

"Mon dieu! Don’t you dare!" His eyes sprang open to see her cheekily peeking down at him.

"Phase two, then?" she asked innocently.

"There’s a phase two?" Daniel wasn’t sure just how much more he could take, but damn he couldn’t wait to find out.

"Oh, yeah," she grinned, closing his eyes again.

He waited, the sense of anticipation making his body tingle. The feather began its languid pattern again. He heard the rustle of satin as she moved a little and the feather lifted away. When it landed again, she skipped it twice over his abdomen, making his muscles contract. The third time it felt different, but it was so fleeting that he couldn’t be sure. It danced up his chest, and the different touch was back, but this time he was able to identify it. She was alternating between the feather and her fingers. Her nail grazed over his nipple, causing it to tighten, then switched back to the feather. And so the exploration continued, with Daniel never knowing where the next caress would be, or if it would be a single finger, the fluffy cloud of the duster, a stroke of her entire hand or that lone feather. She teased and tormented him, coaxing him to the point of climax before backing off slightly, bringing him down just enough that he couldn’t come, leaving that delicious ache in his groin until it was almost too much to bear. "Svp, Mon Ange!" He didn’t know which he was begging for, to be ‘allowed’ to come, or to have her keep going.

She took the decision out of his hands when a moment later, neither feathers nor fingers, encircled his shaft. Instead warm moist lips sucked him deep into her mouth. The unexpectedness of the act, sent a shock wave through him, and as much as he now wanted to delay his release to fully enjoy the blissful technique of his wife’s fellatio, he couldn’t. With a loud groan, he gushed down her throat.

Breathing still haggard, he propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Annika let his happily spent member slip from her mouth, her tongue licking up a final drop of his essence from its tip and sat back with a satisfied smirk. "Time to negotiate, Madame."

"I drive a hard bargain, Monsieur," she warned, rising to her feet in one graceful movement. "Perhaps we should discuss the finer details over dinner." With a seductive sway of her hips she moved towards the kitchen.

Daniel followed her in, appreciating the view, however food was the last thing on his mind. "I’d rather move straight on to dessert."

Another one of those coy smiles as she gestured to the table. "As you wish, Monsieur."

He chuckled at her deliberate ‘misunderstanding’ of his words looking to where she pointed. The table had been elaborately laid with the new fine bone china setting that had been one of their wedding gifts. In the center was a small cake decorated with perfectly formed swirls of cream and pale yellow and pink blossoms. Their meal was hidden beneath warmer covers by the stove. Where she had found the time to do all this in between helping Teal’c, he could only guess. "I didn’t mean that kind of dessert."

"Then say what you mean, Monsieur," she replied innocently. "Put those linguist skills to good use."

"Oh, I intend to." Rather than take the seat that she had pulled out for him, he snagged one of the higher stools from the breakfast bar, and motioned for her to sit. "But first a lesson in negotiation, Madame."

She raised an eyebrow, but she perched herself on the wooden seat, resting her heels on the side foot bars.

"Negotiation is a tricky thing," he began conversationally, slowly circling her, taking a long leisurely look at his gorgeous wife, wondering just where he would start to remove the outer ‘packaging’ to the sample the gift beneath. "Knowing what to say, in such a way, that neither party is in any doubt about what is agreed upon."

"Sounds reasonable, Monsieur." Her eyes followed him as he walked in front of her from left to right, zipping back to the left as she waited for him to once again stroll into view from behind her.

"So when I say, if you rescind your ‘no touch’ clause, I shall…" he switched to French, continuing his walk behind. "Ravish chaque pouce de votre corps jusqu'à ce que vous brûliez avec le besoin, chaud et humide et writhing avec désir…there will no misunderstanding." He heard her gasp, though whether it was because he had whispered it softly in her ear or because she had understood his words, he wasn’t sure. He knew that Annika’s French was derived from what she remembered from high school. He doubted very much that the teacher had taught a bunch of hormonal kids the things he was saying.

"Monsieur, I am trying to improve my English, could you please repeat that in your native tongue?"

"Of course, Madame," he replied obliging, switching to her other ear. "I shall ravish every inch of your body until you are burning with need, hot and wet and writhing with desire."

"Vague wording, Monsieur," she said a little breathlessly. "How do you intend to achieve your goal?"

"I have discovered that a mouth can be put to more use than just verbal communication." He resumed his circling until he was once again standing in front of her. "Lips to kiss and caress, teeth to nibble and graze, a tongue to swirl and tease. Perhaps Madame would like a demonstration?"

"Oui. Just to be sure there is no misinterpretation."

He purposefully kept his eyes focused on her mouth, implying that his demonstration would start with a kiss. And though the urge to taste those full lips was demanding, there was another part of her that he first wanted to sample. He slowly leant forward, resting his hands on his thighs for balance, being careful not to touch her. Paused a moment, and her lips parted slightly in anticipation. With a grin he bent down a little further. Her hiss of disappointment turned to a gasp as his tongue traced the outline of her breast along the satin bodice, dipped into the cleft of her cleavage, then back up to her other breast. He halted at the crest, running his tongue over the small bump in the material, loving the way it tightened beneath the satin. Grasping the lacy frill between his teeth he tugged gently, pulling the cup of the bodice down so her breast bounced freely. Her mew of pleasure was music to his ears as he closed his lips around the soft mound, his tongue swirling around the areola, his teeth lightly grazing at the nipple until it was a hard little pebble. Moving on to give equal treatment to its partner, he delighted in the rapid rise and fall of her chest with every little nip and suck he gave.

When her hands that had fisted into the short skirt, unclenched and moved up to his shoulders intending to bring him closer, Daniel pulled away. "It seems that Madame is having difficulty restraining herself."

"It’s a character flaw, Monsieur. I shall try to control myself during any further demonstrations," she promised, though the way her fingers twitched slightly it was clear that stopping her natural urge to hold him would probably not be too successful.

"If you cannot, then I’m sure we could come up with an aid to assist," he said solemnly, stepping forward again. This time his mouth descended on her eagerly waiting lips, indulging in their first kiss since his arrival home. Taking his time, he explored the sweet crevice, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the faint traces of his essence that still lingered in her mouth. He didn’t try to contain his grin, when her self-restraint didn’t last more than a few seconds, her thighs closing around his hips, her arms encircling his waist to keep him where he was. Daniel didn’t mind, in fact it played into what he was planning for later. He spent a few glorious minutes kissing her, feeling his own body stir in response as she tried to wiggle closer to him, the contrast of her breasts pressed to him and the cool satin of the outfit that was still in place, an erotic combination.

His hands moved up over the length of her thighs, beneath the short skirt to cup her behind. A finger traced the wisp of lace nestled between her cheeks. "From our wedding night?"

"Uh huh." She lifted herself slightly off the stool encouraging his exploration.

Daniel gladly took her up on the offer, continuing down to caress the edges of the garment. Her happy sigh mixed with his own as he felt the hot evidence of her desire coat his finger. "This calls for a closer examination," he murmured, kissing his way down the length of her neck. He was temporarily delayed by the need to once again pay homage to the wonder that were her breasts, then dropped to his knees. He nuzzled the inside of her thighs, coaxing her to open wider with kisses to the tender skin above her stocking tops. Lifting the petticoats with one hand so he would have an unobstructed view, his index finger danced around the edge of the garment. There were some who did not consider a woman’s sex beautiful. Daniel was not one of those people. "Magnifique!"

His sighed exclamation so close to her inner core made her writhe, almost edging off the stool. However Daniel wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time, tracing the delicate pattern of the lace, ever so slowly moving inwards to the nub begging for his touch. He felt her lower legs shift intending to wrap around his back and nudge him forward, but he anticipated the move. He lifted his shoulders slightly, stopping her from closing around him.

Her moan was one of pure frustration. "Please, Daniel!"

He could resist the plea in her voice any longer. His tongue darted out, licking up her hot nectar that had seeped through the material. She quivered at the contact, gave a guttural groan from deep in her throat as he found the small pearl of her desire and started toying with it through the lace. Yet having even that small barrier was too much for his wife. Her hips jerked towards him and she ended up standing, her hand searching for the waistband to remove the g-string.

Daniel found it first. He hooked a finger under the lace and tugged it down her legs. Though it was for only the briefest of seconds that he’d had to stop his ministrations to remove the underwear, she gave a cry of protest. When he quickly resumed his delectable feast, a sigh of bliss blew from her lips. Her hands clutched at his head to make sure he wouldn’t again stop until he’d finished what he’d started, not that Daniel had any intention of going anywhere. He wrapped his arms around her legs, supporting her as the build up of her oncoming orgasm made her muscles tremble like jell-o. When the song of her rapture spilled from her mouth, he eagerly lapped up the flood of juices that followed, then carefully guided her body down so she sat on his lap, his arms encircling her.

Waiting for her to catch her breath, he tenderly showered her with kisses. His fingers worked the tiny hooks of her bodice to undo the maid outfit, for the simple reason that the bouffant skirt was now the only barrier that stopped him from holding her warm inviting body to him. Releasing the clasps of her suspender elastic, he tossed the satin costume aside, and hauled her close, his kisses becoming more insistent, more needy. Her response equaled his. Both had teased and coxed the other to that sweet precipice of climax, both as much turned on by the act of giving as receiving. But now with the third and final act of their play of love, the time of teasing was over. Their caresses were more fervid and Annika lifted her hips positioning herself over his more than ready shaft.

As he felt himself be encased by her hot welcoming well, he didn’t try to stop his moan of elation. He placed his hands on her hips, urging her to be still, wanting to savor the moment. It didn’t matter how many times they made love, this never got old. Having her wrapped around him, seeing the desire and unending love in her violet depths, feeling it through their bond, this was what made life worth living. A small rotation of her hips, a clear query from her if he was ready to keep going, the gentle constrictions of her inner muscles up and down his length telling him that she was. Capturing her mouth once again with hers, he began to thrust into her. Slowly to begin with they started a rhythm, meeting each other thrust for thrust, the pace increasing as the fire in their bodies burned hotter and hotter. He struggled to hold off on his own release though he ached with need, wanting her to reach the point of no return with him. His arms tightened around her when he felt her thighs clench, her breath coming on short ragged gasps telling him she was there. With her name on his lips his seed exploded into her, the act nudging her that final step so that she too cried out in blessed release.

Resting forehead to forehead, they waited for their hearts to stop pounding, more than content to spend those long moments in idyllic silence.

Eventually Daniel drew away. He scooted back a little so that he could lean against the kitchen island then beckoned her lean into him. "That was a wonderful surprise to come home to."

Annika nestled in between his legs, resting against his chest. "I thought it would be fun."

"Oh, it most definitely was," he agreed, his arms folding around her, his hands finding a comfortable position, which just happen to be cupping her breast. "Whatever gave you the idea of the of the maid costume?"

She felt his hands begin to lightly stroke her. Surely he couldn’t possibly be ready to go for another round so soon. She peeked up at him, but he was simply looking down at her with a curious expression. It seemed that his caress was an automatic response at having her breasts within his reach. "Why, are you complaining?"

"God no, just inquisitive," he assured.

"Well, Casey gave me the idea of the feather and I just expanded on it." Her fingers toyed with one of the bows on the stockings she still wore. She went to remove them, but Daniel stopped her.

"Leave them. I’ll take care of them later." His tone was light, however there was no denying the spark of lust that shot through their bond. Nor could he deny the low grumble from his stomach, reminding him that he had worked through lunch. "Any chance we could eat now?"

Her own stomach gurgled in response and she nodded. They got to their feet and while Annika gave the primavera sauce a quick stir to make sure it was still heated through evenly, Daniel poured the bottle of red wine that she had set out to breathe. Sitting down to eat, it never occurred to either of them to put on any clothes. And even if it had, they would have figured it to be a waste of time, since they were going to strip them off again anyway before the night was through.

Conversation was easy, discussing whatever popped into their heads, everything from the a more in depth description of the tablet Daniel had been working on, to how Teal’c was settling in to his new home.

As the meal progressed onto the dessert that Annika had baked, Daniel was already working on the seduction of his wife, ‘payback’ for the delicious torment she had put him through, not only while Jack had been there but for the feather treatment afterwards. It started with subtle looks; a lingering glance at her lips as she chatted, dipping down to her breasts for a long moment before focusing once again on her face. When he got up to pour her another glass of wine, he casually removed the frilled cap that was still perched on her head, and released the pins holding the bun in place. A gentle caress of her hair as it fell in loose waves down her back. Sitting back down, his foot beneath the table ever so gently began to rub up and down against the silk of her stocking, only ever going as high as her knee before moving back down.

Annika was pretending to ignore the amorous acts Daniel was throwing her way, but he knew she was aware of every single one of them from the way her eyes began to darken with desire and the occasional hitch to her voice as she spoke. When she cut off in mid sentence, due to temporarily memory failure caused by him innocently licking a smidgen of cream from his finger, he decided that it was time to progress to his phase two. With a smile he drained the last of his wine and silently held his hand out to her. She took it and he led her upstairs. Once there, he turned back the covers and urged her to lie on the bed. He gently closed her lids as she had done to him earlier.

"You know, I’ve been thinking." He sat down beside her. Making sure that she wasn’t peeking, he opened his bedside drawer and removed a long silk scarf that had a looped knot at each end. A few days after the mission when they had ended up with an alternate version of himself and his wife, he had bought the ‘necessities’ of what the other Daniel had described for the feather treatment. He’d just been waiting for the perfect time in which to use them.

"About?" she asked, her ears straining to figure out what he was up to.

"Oh, about a lot of things." He leant over her, placing a light kiss on the tip of her nose, which was actually a ploy to distract her from noticing that he was reaching behind her head to thread the scarf around one of the wrought iron bars of the headboard. "Do you know how hard it was to act normally when Jack was here with your invisible caress turning me on?"

"You did an admirable job of hiding it," she giggled.

"And then to have you drive me out of my mind with that sexy little outfit…" He picked up her hands, and kissed her fingertips, then placed them back down, being careful to get the positioning just right. Diverted her attention again by another kiss, this time to her lips. "And that feather…well, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor."

A quiver of anticipation ran through her. "I can hardly wait."

"There’s only one hitch."

"There is?"

"Uh huh. In the kitchen you were unable to restrain yourself, but I think I’ve come up with a solution."

"Which is?"

When she felt the soft material slide over her wrists, her eyes snapped open. She gave an automatic tug to free herself and the knot tightened a little around her skin. There was a second knot that would prevent it from becoming any tighter and cutting off her circulation, but she was effectively bound to the bed. "That’s so not fair!"

Daniel carefully examined their bond, judging her emotional reaction rather than her verbal one. If he sensed even a fraction of unease from her at being tied up, then he would immediately release her. To his delight the only emotions that were pulsing at him in waves were surprise and immediate desire. His eyes twinkling, he held up a second scarf and swayed the end of it over her belly making her muscles twitch.

"What’s that for?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Well, you’ve just proven you can’t keep your eyes shut either," he grinned, trailing the scarf up between her breasts.

"How do I get myself into these situations?" she pretended to grumble as he tied the material over her eyes.

"Just lucky, I guess." He once again tested their bond, just to be sure. This time she sensed what he was doing, and along with the excited flutter of before, he felt a steady stream of her trust and love for him. She had no concerns about relinquishing total control, trusted him to the very depths of her soul that he would never do anything to hurt her. Daniel stood up, so that any future movements he made wouldn’t be revealed by a dip in the mattress, and removed the final items from the drawer, placing them on the bedside table; he wouldn’t be needing those toys until later. For a few long moments he simply watched his wife. Relishing in the smile on her lips, the excited little breaths as she waited for him to begin, the way she squirmed on the mattress with a small frown when the moment turned into a full minute.

"You just gonna stand there all night?" she demanded huskily.

He remained silent and stock still, amused by her impatience. He brushed the feather he held over his own forearm, testing it out. The coque tail feather was a little more solid than the ostrich feather she had used on him and he wanted to make sure he applied the right amount of ‘pressure’. Was distracted by another writhe from Annika.

"If you’re not going to make a move, then I may have to take matters into my own hands," she warned.

"Oh, really? And how would you accomplish that when your own hands are out of reach?"

Her grin was sly. "Old party trick I discovered quite by accident when I was single and needing a little…attention." She pulled her left leg up, bending it at the knee and crossed it against her right thigh so it was nestle against her crotch. "Self love does not always involve a hand or a vibrator," she informed him.

Daniel eyes widened as he saw the lower muscles of her abdomen begin to contract, her hips and left leg moving subtly in a steady rhythm. Sweet Gods in the heavens! He felt his own body stir at the very erotic sight of Annika slowly working her body to climax, could feel through their bond that it wasn’t an act to prompt him into action. He’d never considered what she was doing was possible. He was very glad that she couldn’t see his face right now, for the devilish smile that spread across his face would have given her a hint of how he had adapted his plan. Getting more and more turned by the second, he put the feather aside and waited until the telltale signs of her body’s reaction told him that she was getting close to orgasm. Then he grasped her knee pulling her ‘stimulation’ away from her core. "That’s quite enough of that," he murmured.

"Oh, that’s just cruel!" she protested, trying to get her leg back where it had been, but his hands firmly kept her legs separated.

"No worse than what you did to me," he pointed out silkily. His fingers caressed the tops of her stocking all the way around her thigh before sliding the garment down her leg. He paused to undo the delicate strap of her high heels then removed both. Did the same to her other leg. With feather in hand he bent over his wife’s flushed body, delicately running it across her abdomen.

Her nerve endings already heightened, the light brush made her gasp. As it traveled upwards her body arched to keep the contact. Her breath became a pant when it tickled the sensitive underside of her breast, spiraling towards her nipple. He teased it in smooth languid strokes until it became a hard little point, then moved on to pay equal attention to the other. He teased and tormented her in exactly the same way she did him. Bouncing the feather over every part of her body. Gradually he replaced the feather with the touch of his hand, gently squeezing her nipples, causing a moan from her throat. Running his fingers through the curls at the apex of her thighs, but not delving in to find the womanly pearl hidden beneath.

Daniel grinned when the scarf binding her hands became taut as she automatically tried to reach out to him. Her hips bucked towards him trying to make him touch her, but he anticipated the move and kept his finger maddeningly out of her reach.

She gave a whimper. "Gods, Daniel, please let me come."

He pretended to consider her plea. "Nope, not yet." He was having way too much fun driving her to the brink, and he hadn’t even introduced the other toys yet. He changed the method of his assault to her senses, introducing his mouth into the equation. When his lips locked around hers, her kiss was desperate, her tongue plunging into his mouth, the scarf having just enough length for her hands to hold him to her. Daniel let her have control for just a moment while his hand reached for the two items on the bedside. One was a latex ring that had tiny balls rolling loose inside, that he carefully rolled onto his own arousal that had long passed burgeoning and was achingly hard. He knew it was probably premature to ready himself for that. If things went according to plan, and by the look of his wanton wife they were, Annika would need time to recover before he moved on to the conclusion of their game, however he always believed in being prepared. The other item was also made of latex but was more substantial in size.

Tearing his lips away from Annika’s hungry mouth, he kissed his way down her body. Felt her tense in anticipation as he moved beyond her navel. Shifted her legs so they were bent at the knee, coaxing apart her thighs so her womanhood was completely open to him. He didn’t really need to test if she was ready for him, her hot juices had been trickling from her sweet well since they had moved upstairs. However he couldn’t resist inserting a finger deep inside her, loving the way her muscles wrapped tightly around him. When he withdrew it he replaced it with the toy he held in his hand, slowly pushing it inside.

She stilled at the unfamiliar ‘intrusion’, trying to identify what it was. Gave a surprised gasp when Daniel twisted the device on and it began to vibrate. Her hips bucked at the added stimulation as he slowly began to thrust it in and out of her. When he lowered his head and his tongue leisurely dancing around her nub, teasing it from its hood, her groan turned into a screaming plea. "Gods, don’t you dare stop now!"

Daniel only increased his pace, his tongue swirling to the rhythm of the vibrator. He flicked the control of the device up one notch and the increased vibration sent her completely over the edge. Her cry of ecstasy was long and loud and left her body shaking.

Expecting her to need at least a few minutes to recover, Daniel was surprised when he rose up over her to undo the scarf, to feel her now free arms close around him, and flip him onto his back. She yanked the blindfold off and straddled him, showering him with kisses that were hot and demanding, the volcano that he had created needing more than one eruption to be sated. Plunging down on his throbbing shaft her eyes widened as she felt the unexpected sensation of the latex ring. "Holy shit, what’s that?"

"A little something extra," he groaned through clenched teeth, fighting down the urge to blow right then and there. He’d bought the ring with the sole intention of heightening Annika’s experience, hadn’t given nary a thought as to how it would affect his own. The tiny balls inside that were now being rolled around the girth of his manhood, thanks to the inner muscles of his wife, were quickly making him lose any kind of control. Thankfully it was having the same affect on Annika. He rolled them back over, her legs wrapped around his waist and he pounded into her. It didn’t take long for the dizzying emotions to send them over the primal edge. Cries of pure and almost painful elation poured from their lips. Utterly spent, Daniel managed to twist to the side a little so that he collapsed onto the bed rather than on top of his equally boneless wife.

Panting for breath Daniel placed a tender kiss to her lips. "That was totally…" The right word failed to materialize. In fact he doubted that there were any words in any language that could describe precisely what he was feeling right now.

"Fantastically mind-blowing?" Annika suggested, somehow finding the strength to pull up the covers from the end of the bed.

"So much more." His arms wrapped around her and she snuggled into him. "If we ever run into Daniel and Casey again, we have to thank them for the inspiration."

"That’s for sure," she agreed with a happy sigh.

It took only moments for the completely sated couple to fall into a deep sleep, memories of the their glorious night dancing about their dreams.