Clem paused, then nodded and he nearly collapsed in relief. Withdrawing his finger, he picked up the beads. It was a long strand with maybe twenty or more beads in graduated sizes. He wouldn't use them all, at least not tonight. Starting with the smallest bead, he rolled it in his hand and pressed it gently to her ass until it popped inside. Her eyes stayed locked on his, an instant of surprise registering in her gaze before she smiled.
One by one he inserted them, watching her closely, his fingers still teasing her button. At number six, she fidgeted, a moan escaping, but she didn't ask him to stop. By the tenth bead, she was panting and beginning to struggle to accept them and at twelve he decided she'd had enough. Her entire body was coated with a sheen of perspiration and the sounds from deep in her throat had a ring of pain.
"All right my lovely good girl," he murmured, leaving the rest of the beads to dangle down her thigh. "Now you shall see what it's like from behind." Moving behind her he pressed her chest further into the mattress and grasped her hips. "Don't move, darling," he insisted. "Let me handle this." Ignoring her moan of protest, he carefully positioned his cock at her entrance and eased slowly inside. She didn't stay still of course and he realized he may have overdone it when he could barely get inside. Clem was much too full of beads to accept his cock the way he wanted her too. Quickly he grasped the string and pulled the three largest ones out, causing her to squeal in protest.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he apologized. "You're not yet ready to be so full. Forgive me," he pleaded, sliding his hand around her to pet her lovingly. "This is better." Sinking into her fully, he savored the feeling of incredible warmth. He could feel the anal intruders pushing against his cock and almost came from the sight of her lovely ass. It was still red from his earlier folly, but oh so exquisite and he doubted he'd ever forget the image she presented, her pussy full of his cock, as well as the beads dangling sweetly from the ass presented so submissively before him. It was much too alluring for him to stay still for long and he began to fuck her, slowly and deeply.
"Are you all right?" he asked hoarsely, arching over her and nipping her neck.
"Are you insane?" she cried out, arching her ass higher.
"If I'm not, I will be in a few minutes," he grunted, moving faster. His fingers, tormenting her clit also increased in both speed and pressure. Soon she was keening, pushing against him as her hands clutched the sheets.
"Please, Jasper, please," she begged. "Wherever this is heading, I need it now," she screamed.
He'd never been so happy to oblige. Slowing, he took hold of the string and popped out a bead. Clem howled, her pussy and ass, clutching him tighter as though they were sorry to feel it go. He was actually amazed at his own coordination when his body was screaming for release like a wild animal.
"Jasper, for God's sake, have mercy," she sobbed, beginning to shake uncontrollably.
Feeling much the same way, he began to answer her plea. His cock pistoned in and out of her like a machine, his fingers circled her clit, a whirling dervish of pleasure and he grasped the string in his hand. As soon as he felt the first strong contraction, he began to tug, slowly, sending her into spasms that made it difficult for him to remain fully seated as each one popped out. She was still quaking when he tugged the last one free and he let himself go, pounding into her. When his own moment came, she cried out again, clamping onto his cock, her hips moving even as he held deep within her spraying her womb with his seed.
Neither spoke for a long time. He simply rolled off her and pulled her into his arms. Their bodies cooled, she snuggled closer, and he pulled a cover over them.
"Jasper," she finally whispered, stroking his rough cheek.
"Yes."
"Do you think I could have those beads?" she asked sweetly. "I could probably make a lot of extra money with them." His growl as he turned on her and glared into her eyes had her laughing.
"Please don't make me choke you tonight," he pleaded, wrapping his hands lightly around her throat. "I don't have the energy."
"I'm teasing," she giggled. "I don't want them, but don't get rid of them," she said, leaning closer to kiss him.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he assured her. "They'll have to be cleaned and boiled, but they'll be here when you want them, my darling."
"What else do you have in the armoire?" she asked curiously.
"Many wondrous things from all over the world. Marry me and I'll show them all to you," he sighed on a sleepy yawn.
Clem didn't answer. In moments he was snoring softly.
"I almost wish I could", she whispered before she cuddled closer, put her head on his chest and fell asleep.
***
Breakfast was an uncomfortable affair. It struck Clementine odd that two people who'd been so incredibly intimate the night before could barely string together a few sentences this morning. She tried several times to make small talk and was rewarded with unintelligible grunts and monosyllable answers.
It was possible Jasper was not a morning person, but she didn't really believe that. He seemed to be in some sort of retrospective mood, or he was angry at her for some reason. It wasn't until she mentioned her visit to Adam Barlow that he showed any interest in anything she had to say.
"You went to see Adam?" he asked, setting his coffee down.