Miranda's body hummed with restless heat as she moved through the dimly lit bedroom, the cool air kissing her flushed skin and drawing her nipples into tight, aching peaks beneath the thin silk of her robe. Ovulation had sharpened every sensation into something urgent and primal, her pussy already slick and swollen with need as she arranged the tools of their night across the rumpled sheets: silver nipple clamps with delicate chains, a bowl of glistening ice cubes sweating onto the nightstand, a can of whipped cream, and her favorite vibrator, its silicone length curved just right for the kind of deep, relentless pressure she craved. The faint scent of her own arousal mingled with the vanilla candle flickering nearby, thickening the air with anticipation.

She couldn't resist trailing her fingers down her stomach, slipping beneath the robe to part her folds and stroke lightly over her clit, a soft gasp escaping as the touch sent sparks racing through her core. Her mind filled with images of Richard—his strong hands, his commanding voice—while she circled slowly, teasing herself to the edge without tipping over, her thighs trembling and her breasts heaving with each shallow breath. The room felt alive around her, every brush of fabric against her skin amplifying the fertile ache pulsing between her legs.

The door clicked open just as her fingers dipped lower, and Richard stepped inside, his gaze darkening instantly at the sight of her. "Look at you, already playing with that pretty pussy," he murmured, voice low and rough with hunger as he closed the distance. "Ovulating again, aren't you? Fertile little wife, dripping and ready to be filled." Miranda moaned at his words, withdrawing her hand to reach for him, the air crackling with the promise of what was to come.

Richard's hand caught hers mid-reach, his fingers strong and warm as he guided her backward onto the bed without breaking eye contact. "Not yet, sweetheart. Let me take care of that aching pussy." He stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the taut lines of his chest, then reached for the vibrator on the sheets. The low hum filled the room as he clicked it on, pressing the curved tip lightly against her swollen clit through the open robe. Miranda's hips jerked at the contact, a desperate whimper slipping free as he circled slowly, building that familiar pressure just to the brink before easing off, leaving her trembling and empty. Her thighs spread wider instinctively, the fertile slickness coating her folds and dripping onto the sheets, every denied peak sharpening the ovulatory throb deep in her core.

He set the vibrator aside only long enough to grab the whipped cream, shaking the can with a wicked smile. "These pretty tits need attention first." Cool cream spiraled over her hardened nipples and the soft swell of her breasts, the chill making her gasp and arch. Richard leaned down, his tongue broad and hot as he licked broad stripes across her skin, savoring the sweetness while his teeth grazed sensitive peaks. He suckled one nipple deep into his mouth, the wet pull sending sparks straight to her clit, then switched to the other, his free hand pressing the vibrator back between her legs for another round of teasing—short, firm pulses that had her crying out, pussy clenching around nothing as he pulled the toy away again right before she could crest.

The silver clamps gleamed in his fingers as he pinched her cream-slicked nipples, attaching each one with deliberate care. The sharp bite of pressure drew a long, broken moan from Miranda's throat, her back bowing as the delicate chains swayed between her breasts and tugged with every breath. "That's it, feel that," Richard murmured, voice thick with approval, his thumb brushing the chain to send fresh jolts through her. He returned the vibrator to her clit once more, edging her ruthlessly while the clamps heightened every sensation, her body caught in that exquisite tension between pain and pleasure, ovulation making her so slick and desperate she could barely think beyond the need for more.

Richard's fingers trailed away from the chain between her breasts, leaving Miranda panting as the clamps throbbed in time with her racing pulse. He reached for the ice bucket beside the bed, the faint clink of cubes sending a fresh shiver through her already sensitized skin. "Look at you, begging with your eyes like that," he said, voice low and rough as he selected a single glistening cube. "My fertile slut, so fucking wet and empty, aren't you? Tell me how bad you need it." Miranda's lips parted on a broken plea, her hips rolling instinctively as ovulation pulsed hot and urgent in her core, the slick evidence of her arousal spreading wider beneath her.

He pressed the ice to the peak of one clamped nipple, the shocking cold contrasting the sharp bite of metal and making her cry out, back arching off the bed. The cube traced slow, deliberate circles around the swollen bud before gliding down the valley between her breasts, over the soft curve of her belly, and lower still, until it hovered just above her dripping pussy. Droplets of meltwater slid along her folds, mingling with her own wetness and heightening every nerve. Richard watched her face intently, savoring the way her thighs trembled and her breath hitched with each pass, his free hand steadying her hip to keep her from chasing the sensation.

The vibrator returned with a low buzz, its smooth head sliding through her slickness to press firmly against her clit once more. He worked it in tight, relentless circles, building the pressure until her moans turned frantic and her walls fluttered around nothing, orgasm hovering just

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