Chapter 3: Childhood’s End

CHASTITY EMERGED from the bathroom, wearing only her high heels and her nipple piercings. She found Henry appropriately dressed, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Not in bed?” Chastity asked, strutting toward him.

“I think I have some worshiping to do before I get in this bed. After all, I am in the presence of a goddess,” Henry said. He knelt and kissed her feet.

“Oh, wow! You took me literally!”

“I have so much for you,” he said.

“I saw that.”

“I mean before we get to that. For example, these shoes must be killing your feet. Lie here and let me get rid of them for you.”

“I thought you’d enjoy seeing them,” she said.

“Oh, I do, but you deserve to be comfortable and pampered. Please allow me,” he said.

She sat on the bed and scooted back until her feet were at the edge. Henry lifted them one after the other to remove the shoes and kiss her toes.

“Be right back.”

Henry ran into the bathroom and in a few moments came out with a warm wet washcloth and towel. He wrapped one foot and gently washed it, then wrapped it in the towel as he moved to wash the other foot. He tossed the washcloth back in the bathroom. Then he made sure both feet were dry before beginning a gentle massage, watchful for any ticklish triggers he should avoid.

He spent time working his way up her legs, massaging and then kissing them. She may have expected him to stop when he reached her sex, but Henry continued with only a few light kisses and continued his way up her body, kissing her stomach.

“Not my navel!” Chastity said, squirming. “I hate it. It’s too ticklish.”

“Well, just consider it to have been worshiped, then,” Henry laughed. “I have a lot yet to cover. Let’s roll you over, milady.”

“But...”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back to this side soon.”

“I do hope so!” Chastity rolled to her stomach and Henry began by kissing around her neck and ears, then working his way down to her shoulders. While kissing her, he nudged her knees apart so he could kneel between them and begin massaging her back as he continued to kiss her.

“Oh, God! You’ll put me to sleep.”

“Honey, if you need to sleep, I’ll watch over you until you wake.”

“Hey, if I fall asleep, you go ahead and punch my ticket. Yes! Fuck! You’re kissing my ass. How did you know?”

“Something I read about worshiping a goddess.”

“Praise the goddess, yes!”

Chastity wanted him to focus on her hot spots, but she was just as happy with the attention he paid to her as he continued to massage and kiss his way down the backs of her legs and feet, then had her roll to her back again.

Henry would have liked to get into some serious kissing, but he respected Chastity’s rule against tongue kissing and just brushed her lips before peppering the rest of her face with kisses and moving down her chin and across her collar bones. Chastity squirmed as he worked his way down onto her small, but apparently sensitive, breasts.

Chastity’s piercings were more decorative than the bars that often showed in outline against her shirts—a fringe of short dangling chains, each with a small jewel at the end. He played with the piercings both with his lips and his fingers, twisting slightly and tugging on them.

“Yeah! I love to have them played with. I’d do it myself if you weren’t paying attention,” she said. “Twist a little more.”

She panted as he moved down from her breasts onto her ribs and stomach again. He carefully avoided touching her navel, but paid attention to the slight hollow above her hip bones before he moved down over her pubis.

He brushed through the triangular patch of hair pointing directly to her clit, and began to pry her lower lips apart with his tongue. She pulled her legs back to give him better access to her inner treasures and even helped by pulling her lips to the side. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue a few times, then slid down to her opening where he thrust his tongue in and out of her while rubbing her clit with his upper lip.

“Oh, goddess! I’m going to come! You’re going to make me come. Don’t stop! Oh, fuck! I’m coming!”

Chastity had warned him that she was noisy when she was having fun, but it didn’t bother Henry in the least. Even if someone heard them through the door, he was committed to making her as satisfied as he could. He moved up to press against her clit with the flat of his tongue, and moved his head left and right to rub it.

“Fuck, yes!! I’m still coming. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop! Yes!”

The bed sheet was balled in Chastity’s fists as she threw her head left and right, calling out indistinct curses and praises. Henry was frantically working with his hands to hold her butt and get a finger into her wet channel. Soon, Chastity’s hands pushed at his head.