Renee laid in bed, the covers tucked under her chin. Shivering, she exclaimed out loud, “Why is it so goddamn cold in here? It's like this every winter.”
Marcus looked over at her, his arms crossed behind his head. “I don't find it that cold”, he remarked. He yelped as she slid her foot against his leg.
“Oh really? How about now?”
“Jesus, is that your foot? I bet corpses have warmer skin. What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing, I'm just laying here freezing to death while you remark on the appropriate room temperature. Can you turn up the heat?”
“I have a better idea,” Marcus said, a sly grin spreading over his face, “I've got an idea for how we can warm you up.”
She looked at him, skeptical “Oh really? Somehow I doubt you have entirely altruistic motives. You've got that look on your face.”
“Who, me?” Marcus asked, feigning innocence. “I'm just offering a possible solution to my wife's discomfort. Far be it for me to offer a fix for this problem.”
Renee eyed him warily “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking we could keep each other warm,” he said, sliding an arm under her shoulders and pulling her towards him. He pulled her into a hug, feeling her melt into him.
“Mmm”, she moaned in her throat as she wrapped her arms around him, “this is much better. You're so warm.” She closed her eyes and leaned into him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Abruptly, she pulled her head back, looking into his eyes suspiciously, looking for any sign of mischief. “What's the catch?”
“What catch?”
“Don't play dumb, I know you. You're planning something.”
“I do have an even better idea for how we could keep you warm, but if you're not interested…”
Renee rolled her eyes, suspecting he was about to suggest something kinky. He had that tone in his voice. He felt so warm though, and she was starting to relax as his body heat poured into her. She laid her head on his shoulder, luxuriating in his warmth. “What did you have in mind?” her voice muffled by his shoulder.
“I do have a jacket that could help keep you warm.”
She squinted at him, suspicious. “A jacket, Hmm? Some kind of mystery bedroom jacket?”
He grinned slyly at her. “It's perfect for a cold day, I promise.”
She felt a growing warmth in the pit of her belly. What do I have to lose? “Fine, let's see this jacket. I'll be the judge of whether or not this is a good idea.”
Marcus bolted out of bed, darting towards the closet. She shuddered at his sudden absence, the cold of the room oppressive and she pulled the covers tighter. He's pretty eager to show this thing off. She heard him rummaging around, and he emerged holding up a shiny, brightly coloured pink jacket with a collection of straps hanging from it.
“Not exactly my colour,” she said, cocking an eyebrow. He grinned, advancing towards her. She saw that the sleeves of the jacket ended in mittens, with straps extending from the ends of the sleeves. “You’re going to look incredible in it. Here, hold your arms out straight.”
Sighing, she held her arms in front of her. He worked the sleeves over her arms, pulling the jacket tightly against her body.
“Roll over onto your stomach,” he directed. Renee pondered for a moment whether or not she wanted to give in so easily. A sudden chill struck her, and she shivered and rolled to her stomach, the temperature making the decision for her.
Marcus busied himself with the straps, cinching what felt like a million of them across her back. She felt the edges of the fabric pulling together, and the soft, almost furry lining of the jacket caressing her skin. She could feel herself starting to warm up already. Renee began to relax, sinking deeper into the bed. Her reverie was interrupted by Marcus tightening the collar strap, the leather digging uncomfortably into her throat.
“Too tight!“, she wheezed, and let out a sigh of relief as he loosened the strap a notch, feeling a more gentle pressure around her neck. She rolled to her back, eyes aflame “You’re on thin ice mister.”
She yelped as Marcus grabbed her wrists, crossing them under her breasts. He fed the attached straps through leather loops at her sides and he lifted her to a sitting position, buckling the straps behind her back and pulling them snug.
Renee tried to pull her arms free and found that they were held securely in place. A straitjacket, huh? Why did I know it was going to be something like this?
Another strap over her chest was pulled tight, locking her crossed arms over her body. Renee felt a heat rising over her, not just from the sturdy fabric. She flapped her arms uselessly, “How are we supposed to cuddle like this?”
Marcus grinned as he worked the crotch straps between her legs. She winced as his icy hands brushed against her thighs, then squealed as he flipped her over again, buckling the crotch straps tightly. She squirmed, feeling the leather brush against her lips, and she felt a rising flush in her cheeks.
“Don't worry baby, this won't get in the way of cuddling at all. If anything, it'll make it more fun.”
Renee opened her mouth to protest but felt Marcus's arms wrap around her, pulling her into a spooning position. She felt his heat against her and she snuggled in, pressing her body against him. A small moan escaped her lips as he covered both of them with the quilt and hugged her tightly against him. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the delicious warmth. Maybe this isn't so bad.
Spooning together, Marcus's hand drifted towards her head, stroking her hair as his other arm held her tightly. Renee felt herself melting into him. I could probably fall asleep like this. She felt like purring as he continued to stroke her hair and massage her scalp. A deep feeling of relaxation swept over her as he continued his attentions and she felt her body heat rising.
That's not the only thing that's rising, she thought, as she felt his cock stir against her. Pretending not to notice, she squirmed against him, taking deliberate care to rub her ass against his crotch. He let out a soft gasp and his hand tightened in her hair, drawing her head back. It was her turn to gasp as his other hand began to explore her body, fondling her breasts through the supple fabric. His mouth explored the space between her neck and shoulder, barely felt through the jacket as his lips and tongue teased her.
His hand worked lower, stroking her mound and teasing her clit with soft touches. She felt the heat rising in her belly, and she tried to turn into him. The jacket held her firmly, and she struggled to achieve any meaningful motion as his teasing touches continued.
Her breath quickened and she writhed in her restraints, his hands continuing their slow exploration of her most sensitive places. No fair, she thought, as he began to slowly work her clit.
Bucking her hips and bouncing off the mattress, she was able to create enough momentum to spin onto her opposite side, turning into him. Feeling no small sense of satisfaction, she grinned and leaned into him, kissing him deeply. He pulled her into the kiss, holding her tightly as their tongues met.
He was the first to pull away and she met his gaze. “What? I thought we were just cuddling?” She felt his hard cock between them and smiled innocently.
“You suddenly seem less concerned with the temperature of the room, dear.”
“What can I say? I'm feeling much warmer now.” She leaned in for another kiss but came up short as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, drawing a gasp from her lips as his other hand dove between her legs. She moaned as his hand found her clit again and he slipped a finger inside her. His mouth met hers with a greater urgency as he slipped a second finger into her, rubbing against her G-spot.
Renee moaned, holding the kiss as she writhed against him. She gasped as he worked his fingers inside her, the sensations driving her wild. Catching his gaze with her own, Renee said “I want you inside me,” her voice thick with lust. Marcus’s breathing was coming faster now, and his response was a growl as he leaned in, their mouths meeting again. He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her back and pulling her closer. She felt his cock brushing against her mound and she moaned, rocking her hips against him.
Slowly, tantalizingly, he began to enter her. She gasped as the head of his cock slipped inside, already dripping wet. Her cheeks flushed and a groan escaped her lips as he continued to push into her, teasing her by pulling back slowly before advancing again. Inch by inch, she felt his rock hard member filling her and she couldn’t help but moan as he entered her completely, his cock stopping just shy of her cervix. She lifted her head off the mattress as their hips came together, moaning softly and leaning towards him for a kiss.
His hand covered her mouth, muffling her moans as he began to pump slowly in and out of her. She mmmphed into his hand, her eyes closing as the sensations overwhelmed her. She squirmed underneath him, shifting the angle to try and hit her G-spot. His other hand dropped to her hip, gripping her tightly and squeezing her ass. She could feel herself starting to pant as he continued to thrust, feeling the waves of pleasure beginning to build.
Shit, am I going to cum already?
Marcus felt her responding underneath him and gripped her harder, his hand crushing her mouth shut as her moans increased in volume and tempo. Trying to hold off, Renee squirmed in her bonds, the straitjacket holding her tightly.
Oh God, I’m coming!
Renee’s body stiffened and she squealed, her cries muffled under Marcus’s hand. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her as he continued to thrust into her and she felt herself tighten around him. Her whole body tingled as her orgasm crashed into her, the sensation almost overwhelming as he continued to pump into her. She shook her head from side to side and he removed his hand, her breath coming fast and heavy.
“Ok, ok. Uncle, I just need a second here.”
Marcus withdrew slowly, drawing a groan from Renee as he slipped out. She felt like she was melting into the bed as her orgasm slowly subsided, her skin tingling. She heard Marcus get up and she didn’t bother to open her eyes, letting out a contented sigh as she rested her head on the pillow. Hearing the sound of several zippers, Renee glanced over, wondering what he had in store for her now.
Marcus held a bright pink PVC hood in his hands, matching the colour of her straitjacket. It was a full coverage hood, with only a pair of grommets under the nose to allow her to breathe.
“Taking the colour coordination pretty far here, aren’t we?”, she quipped.
“I wouldn’t want the colours to clash, dear. What would people say?”
“I don’t think anyone other than you will ever see me in this.”
“Be that as it may, I want to make sure your outfit is complete.”
Renee rolled her eyes. “Is the hood really necessary?”
“Absolutely, I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.”
Already feeling flushed, Renee didn’t think that would be a problem. She meant to say as much, but wasn’t able to share this thought due to Marcus laying strip after strip of sticky tape over her mouth. She pouted, grunting into the gag. She gave him her best doe eyes, trying to convince him to be merciful.
“Don’t point those things at me, I spent all this time getting you into this jacket, I’m not about to let you out so quickly.”
She tried to protest as he stretched the hood over her head, her words muffled and indecipherable. He smoothed the hood into place, making sure the nose holes were properly aligned. She tried to stretch her jaw to work the tape loose but the hood held it firmly in place, rendering her mute. He tucked the hood into the collar of the jacket, holding it securely.
She squealed as he grabbed her hip, rolling her face down into the mattress. She turned her head to the side and moaned as she felt his still hard cock nestle into the crack of her ass. Renee squirmed and mmmphed into her gag as she felt the tip of his cock settle at her pussy again. Her whole body stiffened as he entered her again, moaning as his weight settled onto her.
Feeling her body already responding beneath him, Renee squirmed in her bondage, enjoying the comfortable restriction that the straitjacket provided. As he began to thrust, she grunted in time with him, her body already sensitive from her earlier orgasm. She squealed as he drove deeper and deeper, his hips slamming into her ass cheeks.
Maybe I’ll have to be cold more often, this is a lot more fun than a heated blanket.
The end.