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Valentine's Submission

By: J_R_Ashunwhy



I jumped in my chair, feeling the light pressure of a large, hand be silently placed gently against the back of my bare neck. Chad—a fellow member of management and my mentor for the last three years—had slipped into my office without knocking, and seeing me deep in concentration, he had walked to stand behind me and watched me work from over my shoulder. I had somehow not noticed his arrival to my office while I worked, but I knew it was him, hearing Chad's distinct chuckle from behind me when I jumped. He lightly withdrew his hand while tickling the back of my neck as his fingers lightly danced over my skin. "You do know all of those poor bastards are going to call out sick on you for those days that you're denying, right?" He asked smugly while looking over my future schedule. "It's a romantic holiday, Zoey, and I'm sure that you can understand people want to celebrate their romance."

I prefer to write out schedules several weeks in advance so that I may post the schedules as early as possible for my employees to preview, and knowing this, several employees have already submitted time off requests for either the Saturday before, or the Monday after Valentine's Day even though we are still only in early January. "They have all of Sunday to celebrate it. If they try to call out sick Saturday or Monday," I breathed, "H.R. will deal with them. A letter is going out later today on the disciplinary actions that will be taken against anyone foolish enough to call out for the supposed holiday." 

Our company is not open on Sundays, so everyone will have off for Valentine's Day this year regardless, but some employees are still requesting additional time off with the same excuse to spend an extended weekend with their partners. Too many employees have already requested the time, in fact, and to not show any kind of nepotism by picking and choosing who may receive time off, our company has chosen not to acknowledge the made-up holiday, and refuses to make exceptions for it. My employees assume that being a woman, that I would hold some fondness for the holiday and would try to make exceptions for their wants regardless of company policy. Unfortunately for them, my own personal preference follows the same guidelines as corporate. I had read somewhere this week that Americans are planning to spend over seventeen billion dollars, collectively, to express their love on the 'holiday' this year; trying to budget my payroll with that figure in mind, made my head spin.

"Supposed holiday, hmm?" Chad mocked me playfully. "The little boys of your life thus far haven't lived up to expectations, then?" I huffed angrily at Chad's assumption, and he changed the subject. "How do you know what H.R. is going to do, anyway?" Chad asked surprised, and I laughed.

"Because I actually read all of my emails." I swung myself around in my chair to face Chad standing behind me, and he suddenly made an attempt to stand up straight and appear more confident while I looked him over. Tall, fit, hansom, always sharply dressed in full business suits, and always with a warm smile...I have considered Chad to be exceptionally attractive on more than one occasion, but I try—unsuccessfully most days—to keep myself in check around him. Chad is quite a bit older than I am, but he and I look as though we were closer in age than what we actually are, and I am constantly forgetful of the age gap between us. Knowing that Chad just turned forty—because we had held an office party for the occasion—it seems slightly taboo, for me, being almost half his age, to act on my affections. 

"That, and Brian was in here earlier this morning for coffee, and to talk over a few points about upcoming changes to company policy. He wanted to get my opinion on them before he meets with the C.E.O.s later today." I shrugged nonchalantly, holding back my smile while I watched Chad's cleanly shaven face contort into a confused look of aggression.

"Why would Brian be asking for your opinion, and not mine?" He spat at me, referring to our boss. "I've been here longer than you, I'm higher up in the ranks than you are, and I'm the one posed to take over Brian's spot when he retires."

"Sure, sure," I nodded though his speech, "but I have pretty, attentative, big blue eyes, I actually listen to what is being said, and my feedback is more insightful than just: 'that's fucking unfair,' or something mindless along those lines that you would normally give." Chad thought about my response for a moment while he looked down at me sitting in front of him, but a sudden devious smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. "What?" I asked, and he shrugged. Chad pushed his hips forward slightly to emphasize the fact that his pelvis was level with my face while I was seated, and realizing the position we were currently in, I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair; pulling myself away from him. "For fuck sake Chad, you know I look at you like that older brother I never wanted, right?" I lied sarcastically.

Chad laughed. "Seriously?!" He cried, amused. "Pseudo-sibling was so not what I was going for when I hired you." His admission caused me to smile. 

It has been just over three years since I was asked by a company recruiter, visiting my under-grad campus, to postpone any thought of grad-school, and interview for their company. After crossing state lines in a two and half hour drive, I arrived to my first interview, and was greeted by the charming, suave side of the confident man standing in front of my chair. Not realizing how much older he was at the time and thinking him to be part of human resources, I caught myself flirting, unashamed, with Chad during our first conversation, and was pleased when he flirted back just as aggressively; giving me smug smiles and knowing winks at some of my more open-ended answers that left room for interpretation by my interviewer. 

Watching Chad look down at me now with that same smug smile, I remembered how I had left my interview hoping he would call me to ask me out instead of to offer me the job, already having the notion in mind to never mix my personal and professional lives. I was not surprised to hear back from human resources that I was hired; I was, however, disappointed to learn that my flirtatious, charming interviewer was not part of their department at all, but was actually my new boss. Forcing myself to keep to my mindset of segregating work from my personal life, Chad and I have spent the last three years caught in a dance of constant flirtation to the point of absolute frustration. 

"Well then, little sis," he sneered, "that certainly makes some of my thoughts about you quite a bit nastier than they already are."

"You are a walking H.R. disaster." I giggled, turning my chair around to face my desk once more while Chad nodded, and walked around to the other side of my desk.

"I know," he smiled warmly, "but I'm still here."

"What are you here for exactly?" I asked in a faked sweet voice while stretching my neck to either side, feeling the extra warmth from his hand had relaxed some of my muscles.

Chad pulled one of the chairs from in front of my desk, further away from my desk, and tossed himself into it while unbuttoning his jacket without waiting for me to offer a seat for him. "Actually," Chad huffed while making himself comfortable, "your little morning coffee chats with Brian are what I would like to talk to you about..." Chad turned his head to study me carefully, and a solemn look came over his face. "Are you sleeping with him?" Chad asked me bluntly.

"That man's old enough to be my father." I answered sternly, flabbergasted by the accusation. Our boss was set to retire next year, so really, he was old enough to be my grandfather when I thought about it.

"Name a few actors that you find physically attractive." Chad shrugged.

"The fuck does that have anything..."

"Humor me." Chad interrupted. 

I took a deep breath, and thought about Chad's inquiry for a moment before answering. "Um, alright...Gerard Butler....Jason Isaacs..."

"And do either of those guys fall into the old enough to be your dad category?" He beamed delighted at my selection. I watched him carefully for a moment and realized I had named men with similar facial characteristics possessed by Chad; narrow but bright, blue eyes, black hair kept just long enough to still be professional, and a prominent jaw line ending in a strong chin. I cleared my throat and shook the thought from my mind while trying to remain focused on our conversation. 

"Point," I nodded, laughing beside myself at his ridiculous deduction, "but no. I am not sleeping with Brian."

"Final answer, sis?" Chad teased lightly with a broad, playful smile.

"Shut your whore mouth, or I'll tell dad." I laughed, and Chad chuckled to himself, obviously deep in thought. My eyes narrowed while I studied him an attempt to guess his thought, but he shrugged me off.

Chad shook his head, but he retained a warm smile. "You do not want to know what I just saw in my mind. So," Chad clapped his hands together and settled them in his lap while he raised each of his legs in turn to rest his feet on the edge of my desk, "hating on Valentine's Day, and you're not fooling around with boss-man...sounds like you need to get laid, lady."

"Get your feet off my desk before I make you clean that fucking spot, currently under those over-priced shoes of yours, with your tongue." I growled, frustrated by his lack of manors. Chad did not move, but his eyes shone brightly as his smile grew wider.

"Naughty," Chad mused playfully, "why is it that you have never bothered to play innocent with me? You play the innocent, good, little girl whenever Brian's around very well, but I wonder if he really knows what you're like. That just might break the ol' boy's heart to learn his dear, sweet, little daddy's girl is a vengeful, aggressive, sadist...what do you think?"

Growing impatient with his immaturity, I pushed my chair back from my desk, opened the top drawer, removed a long, flexible metal ruler with a cork backing, and placed it gingerly on the top of my desk calendar. I found myself smirking at the sudden frightened glare that Chad gave the ruler while I closed the drawer, and rolled my chair forward once more. "Your feet." I growled, and he quickly withdrew his legs from my desk, pulling his knees up into his chest, and then lowered his feet slowly to the ground in front of him. "Thank you." I mocked him sweetly with a small smile.

"You don't threaten your employees with that thing, do you?" Chad asked while he straightened himself in his chair.

"No, just you." I laughed pointing at myself. "I'm not the one we labeled a walking H.R. disaster, remember? I know you wouldn't bother to tattle on me, and if you did? With the shit that's been said about you, that I'm assuming is mostly true, no one would believe you weren't just making up stories against me because I refuse to sleep with you."

"I have been here longer than you, I fucking hired you, I trained you, and I even put in a letter of recommendation to have you promoted. Are you really so certain you could win that argument, little girl?" Chad chuckled. I pretended to give thought to his question, and then waved my hand before the front of my chest, and nodded.

"Tits," I shrugged, "I'm always going to win."

Chad nodded to himself, looking almost impressed by my response. "With those tits, I would have to agree." He winked. "So, seriously now, how have you become Brian's little confidant?"

"You're jealous." I teased Chad lightly, and he frowned. Amused, I sat up in my chair again, rested my elbows on the top of my desk, leaned forward, and cradled my face in my hands while I watched him throw a silent tantrum. "Confidant....protégé...which title upsets you more, I wonder?"

"He is not going to promote you over me." Chad hissed, his eyes widening in rage.

"Wouldn't that just be a kick to the balls?" I laughed. "Here you picked me up straight out of college, made sure I advanced at a much faster pace than you yourself were able to accomplish, and have been directly responsible for making me the youngest division three manager in the history of this company. What do you think, Chad, could you handle one of your own mentees, almost half your age, becoming your boss?" To my surprise, Chad started to laugh with me, but his was a kind of devious laughter, and not a sincere one.

"You really think you have a shot, little girl?" Chad growled playfully.

I batted my eyes with a sweet smile, and nodded. "Part of the meeting this afternoon, is for the higher ups to confirm Brian's choice for his successor. The announcement should be made by the end of the week, and that person is to become, basically, Brian's bitch until he retires. Were you privy to that bit of information?" Chad glared at me, and slowly shook his head. "I didn't think so." I sighed lightly. "So, brings us back to my earlier question: could you handle me being your boss?"

"I'd quit." Chad quickly answered in a deadpan voice.

"You're joking." I laughed, but he shook his head. "I didn't peg you for a poor loser." I whispered, disappointed. "Why?"

Chad shifted his weight in his seat looking very uncomfortable for a moment. I refused to take my gaze from his face, studying him carefully, and after an awkward silence had passed between us, Chad let out a heavy sigh. "Why do you think I kept pushing you so hard, Zoe?" I shrugged. "Because I knew you could do it, and I wanted you at my level. Personal relationships between employees are frowned upon, but less so if both parties hold the same title. Had we been in any kind of relationship when I was your boss, I could have taken some serious shit for that, so I made sure you advanced first."

I stared blankly at him for a moment while I absorbed his confession. "You selfish bastard." I breathed, perplexed, and he laughed.

"Getting to be your boss again would be fun, but then I'm not sure if we could continue our earnest, playful conversations, and of course," he sighed, "no sex."

"There's no sex now." I laughed disbelievingly, caught off guard by Chad's answer.

"I know," he groaned, rolling his head back, disheartened, "but now if you were my boss, and you continued to be the cock tease that you are, with those extremely expressive eyes, full pouty lips, and glorious curves, I know I would end up in some serious trouble. As you said," he shrugged his shoulders, "walking H.R. disaster, right? Especially for you." Chad seemed sincere, looking me straight in the eye while I stared back at him, and I wondered how much thought he had actually given to his confession. Another long, awkward silence passed between while we stared at each other, but Chad finally broke the tension building between us with a soft snort. He quickly cleared his throat, and shook himself free of his thoughts before he flashed a warm smile for me once more. "You know, Zoe," he sighed, "you tease and play, but you are the only woman who has completely shot down all of my advances."

"I'm honored," I snickered, "do I get an award?"

Chad rolled his eyes. "That! That has been fucking bothering me." He exclaimed impatiently, and observing my confusion, he explained himself. "There have been some days, that I know for a fact, our little play fighting had left you toughly turned on; I've seen a look in your eyes begging for me, and yet you keep pushing away from me. I want you Zoey, I don't think I could make that fact clearer if I tried, and yet anytime I ask you out, even when it's just an innocent 'hey, let's grab a drink after work,' you stop, debate, and then bail. Is it only because of work?"

"Only? No, but that's a very good start." I reassured him sarcastically in a quick lie, and he rolled his eyes at me again as if to tell me that he knew he was constantly at the center of my mid-day day-dreams.

"Why don't we drop the charade?" He sighed. "Were I to suggest locking your office door, and bending you over your desk right now, would you argue against it, or would you go along with the idea?" Without meaning to, I immediately imagined the scene Chad described for me, and I felt my pulse race while my cheeks flushed. I glanced down at my desk to break eye contact with him and regain my composure, but realizing I was looking at the spot of his purposed fantasy, I swallowed hard while feeling the temperature of my body raise slightly. I caught a glimpse of the ruler on my desk, and wondered how if would feel against my skin in Chad's hand. I quickly looked back at Chad, and was not amused by the broad smile filling the width of his hansom face. "That's what I thought." He teased me lightly in a whisper. "So yes, were you to become my boss, I would quit. Not because I'm some sore loser; I would stay long enough to help train both your and my replacements, but for my own prosperity I would leave." 

"I'm not in anyway moved by that." I huffed, but Chad smiled once more.

"I think part of you is, and I think perhaps, you're not as confident in your promotion now as you were this morning."

"You have not depleted any of my confidence, Chad." I smirked at his attempt to weaken me mentally.

He faked a look of surprise. "Then prove it, Zoey, and let's have a little wager, you and I. I think," he began in a stern, confident voice, "that you and I should stop pretending we both don't want to fuck each other stupid, and should spend Valentine's Day together." I laughed openly, believing him to be joking, but Chad continued unfazed. "To prove that I'm not a sore loser, if I am announced for the promotion by the end of the week, we'll spend Valentine's however you would like to; you could have me wear a maid's outfit and clean your apartment for you if that would suit you. On the other hand, if you are announced to be the winner, than we will spend Valentine's however I choose to." Chad's eyes narrowed in a dangerous stare that dared me to challenge his proposition. 

Growing increasing aroused, I thought about his wager for a moment wondering what he would have in store for me if I won, and some of my naughtier, reoccurring fantasies immediately begun to circle my mind. Even with my attraction towards Chad, I had yet to let up on the idea of purposely keeping our relationship strictly at a professional level, but if he really had plans to leave the company, then he was stripping that excuse away from me. Once that excuse was gone, I honestly could not think of another to replace it that would cause me to seriously decline his offer, and equally as important: he was right. "Alright," I took a deep breath, and exhaled just as deeply, mentally watching a fantasy of Chad and I together, "deal."

"Then it's a date." Chad smiled from ear to ear while he stood from his chair, and began to button his jacket closed again. "Either way, I will be extremely excited to be looking forward to spending Valentine's with you."

"That's still almost a month away, Chad." I laughed nervously, admiring his confident posture while he stood proudly before me.

"Yes, but that is a month to plan, and prepare...as if I didn't already know exactly what I would love to do with you." He gave me a quick wink, and started for the door of my office.

"Where are you running off to?" I asked, trying to hide the small smile on my lips that his wink had exposed.

"Off to talk to dad of course," Chad laughed over his shoulder, "there's still time to try to change his mind of who his favorite child is."

I watched Chad leave my office in his air of confidence, while being extremely perplexed by our encounter. Sitting back in my chair, I re-played our conversation in my mind while internally debating whether or not Chad had just meant he was going to Brian to make a case for himself to be promoted, or for me to be promoted and for him to win the choice of the activities for our 'date.' My face twisted, expressing my thoughts while I wondered if Chad would derail his own promotion for something so trivial, or if he had been planning to leave the company regardless. I tried to remember if he had brought up the idea of leaving in any prior conversations, even as a joke, and could not think of any examples. I pushed all thought of Chad out of mind until later that evening, and begrudgingly continued with my scheduling as though I had not suffered any interruptions. 


Valentine's Submission



Normally, I turned my work phone off the moment I stepped into my apartment, but being distracted by the actions and behaviors of several individuals throughout the day, I forgot to silence my phone. I was reading in bed, trying to calm my mind, and trick it into a day dream that could lead to sleep, when Brian e-mailed me an exclamation of congratulations followed by a new set of instructions for how he would like me to start my day once I arrived to work in the morning as his 'right arm.' It took me a moment to realize what the message actually meant, and what the consequences to that meaning would be, but after the full extent of that letter enveloped my mind, I panicked. I was now looking at being the youngest regional manager the company had ever seen, and one of very few women to achieve such a coveted position. I thought to call my boss back, and ask if the e-mail had been made in jest, but I stopped myself, knowing he was not the sort to joke like that. Instead, I called my mother and gave her the good news, allowing for her contagious euphoria to carry me into a better head space.

All levels of management at work seemed to already know the news before any formal announcement could be made, and I was met with congratulatory praise throughout the week as I started my new unofficial position as Brian's shadow. I had seen Chad briefly while walking between meetings, and he had given me a warm smile and a quick wink, but nothing was said between us of my promotion, or of his wager. As time went on, and the months changed, I had forgotten all about Chad's game, and assumed he had done the same. The Friday before Valentine's Day however, I found a present waiting for me on my desk when I returned to my office after lunch.

I shut the door to my office, and approached the carefully wrapped package suspiciously; there was no card or note to be found on or around the gift. I sat at my desk, and looked over the large red ribbon around the package that had been tied into an ornate bow. Marveling over the design of the bow for a moment, I was certain that I could never replicate the knot so neatly, and was impressed by the expertise needed to craft it. I carefully untied the bow, removed the reminder of the ribbon, and then slowly removed the wrapping paper from the abandoned present. 

Revealing a white garment box from the wrapping paper, I tossed the paper and ribbon into my waste basket, and stared for a moment at the box before I could force myself to open it. Nervously, I carefully lifted the top half of the box away to reveal a hand written note—the hand writing I immediately recognized as Chad's—which gave an address, and a time of one o'clock in the afternoon. I thought the engagement to be an odd time as I read the note again, but I found the time even more perplexing as I lifted the note out of the box to find a black dress folded neatly under it.

I dropped the note to my desk, took up the thin straps of the dress in both hands, and raised the dress from its box, standing while I did so to view the full length of the dress. The dress was elegant in its simplicity, but not at all what I would have expected from Chad. There was no extra glitz, or any added frill to the dress. Instead, it looked as though a great deal of effort had gone into tailoring the design of the dress to fit a specific body type; my hour-glass body type specifically. I glared at the dress for a moment wondering how Chad could have possibly had a dress tailored for me without my involvement, and intrigued by the idea, I allowed for any remaining anxiety to fall free from my mind until that Sunday. If there was nothing else to be gained by meeting Chad how he wanted, I could at least have an answer to the mystery of that dress.

Job shadowing Brian meant sharing his work schedule; which seemed to free up my Saturdays and Friday afternoons. As a result, my Saturday at home seemed to fly by and end just as quickly as it had begun, but each hour of Sunday morning dragged painfully on minute by excruciating minute. I tried to delay my start time to my shower, but instead of procrastinating, I somehow rushed through my shower faster than usual. All of my regular routines seemed to go quicker than usual while I anticipated my afternoon Valentine's 'date' with Chad, and by mid-morning, I found myself dressed and ready to leave the house hours in advance of when I needed to be. 

Unable to sit still, I kept pacing back and forth to my bathroom to check my hair and make-up in my magnifying mirror. I had been meticulous in the way I have applied my makeup, remembering that Chad had remarked on multiple occasions that he preferred a more natural look. I had torn my vanity apart looking for the specific shade of lipstick that he had complimented me for the most. I had made sure to tie my hair up in a tight, but still somewhat messy bun, to keep my shoulder length dark auburn hair out of my face, and away from my neck. It was not that I was too nervous to complete a neater hair style; I chose to wear my hair like that specifically because each time Chad caught me with my hair like that at work, he would always try to sneak a quick, affectionate touch to the back of my neck. When I was not fusing over myself in the bathroom, I returned to the full length mirror in my bedroom to look over the dress that snuggly clung to the curves of my body like a second skin. 

Too anxious to continue waiting, I put on my heels, grabbed my winter coat, and left my apartment earlier than I had meant to. I arrived at my destination way before I had planned; I had thought to arrive to the address late, intentionally, to keep Chad waiting for me, and yet here I was, already to start my adventure before the scheduled rendezvous time outlined in Chad's note. I had hoped that the address Chad had given me had been to a public place to meet, but as I turned into the gated neighborhood, I realized the address had been for his home. 

My nerves were completely shot by the time I found myself pulling into his driveway, thankful at least to see it plowed of the snowfall we had the night before, but I quickly checked my make-up again in my rearview mirror once I had the car in park, moving as though some unconscious part of my brain had taken over my actions. I tucked my purse under the front seat of my car, slipped my keys in my coat pocket, and then sat and stared at the unassuming house, decorated in a thin layer of snow before I forced myself to exit my car with a heavy sigh in an attempt to shake my remaining nerves from my body. I looked around for something to focus on, and began to grade the home on its curb appeal to steady myself while I forced myself to walk to the door, and ring the bell. It was a moment before Chad answered the door, but when he did, he wore that broad smile that stretched the width of his hansom face when he greeted me.

"Zoey!" He exclaimed in surprise. "Quick, get inside before you get too cold." His voice displayed more joy than I had heard from him before, and I found myself smiling as I entered his home for the first time. "Here, let me have that." Chad shut the door behind me, and quickly turned to grab my coat from me. Once he had a hold of my coat, he walked off with it down a hall way, and then returned empty handed a moment later. I felt a brief sense of panic of not knowing exactly where my coat and keys had been placed in case I needed to leave abruptly, but the warm smile on Chad's face when he returned, settled my nerves.

Chad stopped himself in his tracks, lifted his hand, and twirled an outstretched finger in my direction. Taking his cue, I turned myself in place so that he could look over his present to me. "You look...absolutely gorgeous." Chad breathed to himself, astounded by his own handiwork.

"About this..." I pointed to the dress I was wearing, "...how the hell?" I started to ask, but Chad cut me off with a wicked smile.

"You have your secretary retrieve your dry cleaning just like everyone else, yes?" He teased lightly, and I nodded. "Right, but she was my secretary before she was yours, and she owed me a favor."

"You got my secretary to give you my measurements from my dry cleaning?" I asked, astounded. "You creep!" I cried playfully, and Chad laughed as he shrugged, walking past me into the room behind me. That thought seemed less playful the more I thought about it, and I took a moment to debate making a run for my car as the full extent of his words sank into my mind. "Why the dress, though?" I called after him.

Chad doubled back to stand in the doorway and watch me while he answered. "Because then it's mine. I don't have to feel bad about staining it, ripping it, cutting it to shreds," he shrugged, "it's mine to do with as I please."

Chad turned away from me once more, leaving me breathless while I considered his explanation and found it overwhelmingly erotic. Were any of those purposed scenarios what he had in mind for our day together? I cautiously followed after Chad into his dinning room, not knowing what I should expect to find there. "What's all this?" I asked surprised to see the table set for two.

"Lunch." Chad answered casually. 

I was suddenly made aware that while in my anxious state that morning, I had not eaten anything yet. "Lunch?" I found myself asking for clarification, and Chad chuckled.

"Were you expecting something else?" He teased playfully, pulling a chair away from the table, and motioning for me to join him. The gesture confused me; that was a gesture charming, suave Chad would have pulled when I first met him, but that was not a gesture I had come to expect from the blunt, insensitive office version of Chad I had become accustomed to. I slowly walked forward, took my seat, and watched in amazement while he held my chair and assisted to push it forward to the table once I was seated. I continued to stare at him, feeling completely beguiled by his abrupt personality shift, while he began to describe the wine waiting on the table, and why he chose it to compliment what he had made, but the words became fuzzy in my mind and I did not absorb them. I forced a smile instead while I watched Chad move gracefully to retrieve the wine he was babbling on over, and then poured some into my glass. "And what might that look be for, Zoe?" He suddenly interrupted himself.

I pressed my lips together hard, but my smile fought its way to my face while I felt myself blush. "A Valentine's Day...lunch." I stated in awe at the idea, and Chad laughed. He looked me over before he replaced the bottle of wine back to its spot on the table, and then disappeared into the next room without a word. I laughed quietly to myself while I looked around the ordinary room, but the modest decorations did not give me much to entertain myself with while Chad was gone. My mind was easily allowed to wander without much for visual stimulation, and I caught myself drifting into some fantasy I had had the day before of what Chad could have planned for me; I would never have guessed a quiet lunch at home as an option. I thought to mock him for his idea of a date when he returned to the table, but something about the way he had been smiling since my arrival, made me stop and decide to just enjoy the day for what it was instead.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Zoe," Chad called from the other room, "part of me expected you to bail on our date."

I looked over my carefully set place setting on the table in front of me, and doubted his confessed fear. "It would appear that you were very confident I would show." I mused. Chad chuckled nervously while he reentered the room, and placed a plate down before me.

"I said part of me," Chad clarified, "the rest of me was far too excited over the idea of spending Valentine's with you to listen to that worrisome part." Chad took a moment to look me over again before he set his own plate at his place setting, and sat directly across from me. "I'm not a hopeless cause as a bachelor; there are a few dishes that I can make that I'm rather proud of...this being one of them."

Again I tried to press my lips together to contain my smile without success. "Looks delicious." I remarked, taking far more amusement in the event than I should have. Chad gave me a questioning look, as though he were uncertain whether or not I was mocking him, and I quickly fixed my napkin and picked up my utensils to reassure him that his efforts were appreciated. I waited for him to do the same before I cut my first piece of pork chop for myself. I had not made a conscious effort to wait before Chad had taken his first bite, before I took my own, but the act seemed to delight him toughly, and he wore a very content smile while we continued with our meal.

"May I ask you something personal, Zoey?" Chad asked gleefully from across me.

I laughed, but quickly silenced it. "I can't recall you ever asking permission to ask me anything." I reached for the untouched glass of wine before me, and quickly took a sip, feeling my stubborn nerves place me on edge once more. "Ask me whatever you like, Chad."

"Well...I asked because you never speak about anything personal while you're at work, and I'm not sure how comfortable you are with the subject. I mean, I know you want to keep your business and personal lives separate, but people at work talk about their partners and families all the time, and you have never slipped anything about yourself. Not even once." I kept the glass close to my face while I watched Chad study me carefully. "I'm assuming, because you are here with me, that you are currently single." I nodded. "And I'm assuming, because you agreed to our date last month, that you were single then as well, and perhaps have been single since then."

I nodded again. "I've been single longer than that, yes."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked confused, and Chad put his utensils down to his plate before he continued.

"Don't play dumb with me, Zoey. You're a gorgeous girl, you know it, and there is absolutely no reason why you should have been single for that long unless you chose to be. So, why have you kept yourself single?"

His question caught me by surprise, and I did not want to answer it. "I just haven't been bothered enough to look for someone, I guess." I shrugged at my own answer, not believing its authenticity myself, but it was the best I could come up with on short notice.

"Maybe because part of you already felt that it has found someone," he chuckled to himself, "and was just waiting for the rest of you to realize that."

"You must have the largest ego of anyone I have ever met." I giggled in awe of his remark, but he laughed.

"I never specified me...but it was nice for you to." I froze as Chad looked up at me from under his dark brow; realizing my blunder, I swallowed hard, and then forced myself to continue.

"Do I even want to bother asking you the same questions?"

"That would be a waste of time, and you know it." Chad teased me lightly. "You know that since I met you, that I've kept myself mentally unattached from anyone else while waiting for you." I felt myself want to revel in the sweet devotion expressed by such a remark, but I quickly found myself shaking my head while I mentally broke down what he said, and nitpicked anything sweet about it, apart. "Had you said the word, I would have come running to you in an instant, and claimed you as my own without second thought. That offer still stands, Zoe, and maybe," he smirked to himself, "just maybe, I might get you to say that word yet." I took another sip of my wine while I thought about what he said, and his smile grew while he returned his attention back to his plate. "The first thing I need to hear from you though, is if you want to stay."

I tilted my head in confusion while I watched him, and he clarified himself for me. "I don't ever want to feel like I'm taking advantage of a situation, or am forcing you into something you are truly uncomfortable with. If you would like to leave this at just a nice, friendly lunch, then we can do that, but now would be the time to state that. If however, you would rather see what I have planned for you later, and celebrate Valentine's my way, then you need not say anything." I took another sip of my wine without a word while I thought of my options; Chad quickly made up my mind for me. "Good," he breathed, relieved, "so then for starters...knowing you're not the good little, vanilla girl you pretend to be around others, we should set ground rules before anything escalates...now would be a great time to let me know of any limits..."

I finished my glass, and as I returned the glass to the table, Chad refilled it for me. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean by that."

Chad exhaled deeply in frustration before he raised his glace to stare at me from under his dark eyebrows once more. "I'm only going to remind you of this once, Zoey: our little deal was to celebrate the holiday my way." He growled lightly while refilling his own glass. "I know from work that you are comfortable playing the role of the aggressor, and I'm sure that if I slipped and let you take any bit of control, that you'd make me pay for it. Today is my day, my rules, my way, and I don't want you trying to act all innocent with me now, when you haven't bothered thus far. You know damn well what I meant."

I swallowed hard seeing where this afternoon was eventually going to lead to; the idea was not surprising. I had multiple fantasies for how today could go, and almost all of them had resulted in Chad and I sleeping together, but somehow hearing Chad admit that was his intended result, through 'his rules, his way,' kicked my adrenaline into high gear. "Anal is a hard limit." I started off with the largest on my list that I could think of that would normally pose as a deal breaker, but Chad nodded.

"I'm with you on that one."

His reassuring tone calmed me again, and I took a deep breath to continue. "No ice play."

"Really," Chad chuckled amused, "may I ask why?"

"I'm asthmatic, and if my core body temperature drops too low, it will trigger an attack."

"Good call then." He nodded. "I remember you bringing up something about the cold before, but I couldn't remember what exactly. Thank you for telling me; that's something I will keep a very close eye on. I'm guessing then no use of asphyxiation for the same reason?" I nodded, and Chad gave a thoughtful nod in return. "Anything else?"

I shrugged trying to think of any other hard limits I had discovered thus far. "Those are the biggies. I have some smaller preferences, but it might be more useful to discuss those while playing, to understand exactly what I mean."

Chad wore his broad smile while I racked my brain for anything I might have missed. "That's an awfully short list, Zoe," Chad teased me gently, "I have several addendums that I would like to add to that list, but I want your feedback for them. First, there will be no name calling...I don't care for it." I nodded, relieved in a way as I did not really care for it myself; if I was the one submitting. I would have to remind myself not to get carried away with what I called Chad.

"Things may get rough, but if anything happens, where for any reason, blood is accidently drawn, all play stops immediately, and the wound is to be cleaned and dressed. Continuation of play is left solely to your digression. I'm not saying that's what I'm aiming for, far from it, but should something like that happen, that's my rule." Chad continued gravely, and I nodded again thankful for his consideration to his partners.

"I doubt at your age, that you're as experienced as you appear to be..."

"My age?" I snorted, cutting Chad off while forgetting the difference between us once more, and he laughed.

"Yes, your age. I'll give you that you look and act far older than you are, but I filled out your W-2s, and had to scan your driver's license for H.R. to process, remember? I am well aware of how old you are, and because of that," he continued in a mocking tone, "I'm going to impose the use of multiple safe words in the way of colors; think traffic signal. If I ask you for how you're feeling, and you're fine, reply with the word 'green.' If you're starting to feel uncomfortable, but the act is still tolerable for you, I want you to use the word 'yellow' to give me a warning. We can work though what's making you uncomfortable then, or I can change tactic all together. If you need something to stop immediately, I want you to use word 'red.' Is all of that clear?"




Valentine's Submission



I nodded, quickly growing fond of his system. "Yes, that's all clear."

"Seeming how it is Valentine's Day," Chad continued in his mocking tone, "any time you feel the need to thank me for something, the appropriate response for you to say today will not be 'thank you,' but instead, 'I love you.' Is that clear for you as well?" My jaw fell open as I watched in shock while Chad gloated before me at his selection of terms.

"Like crystal." I stated sarcastically, deciding to test my new selection of phrases to hear how the words would reflect from my lips. "I love you for explaining that all so clearly." The words passed my lips far too easily and naturally, as if they had been waiting at the tip of my tongue for some time now, and were finally being released for Chad—and myself—to come to terms with.

"You're welcome," Chad beamed, delighted in my quick adoption of his game, "now finish your lunch." 

I had completely forgotten food was even in front of me. I finished my meal under Chad's attentative supervision, and his constant small-talk to assure himself that causal me, and business me, held the same personalities. Once we were finished with our meal and Chad's gentle questions, Chad stood from the table and cleared our plates from it. He disappeared into the adjacent room, which I now assumed was the kitchen. When he returned from the kitchen, he walked passed me, into another room, and uncertain of if I should follow him, I remained seated at the dinning room table. Not long after, I heard the faint sound of instrumental music playing softly in another room on the first floor, and shortly after that, Chad returned to the dinning room with a smug expression.

"You're more of a natural at this than you let on, aren't you, Zoe?" He mocked me lightly, extending a hand to me. Uncertain of what he meant, I pushed my chair back from the table, stood, and took his hand to his delight. Chad pulled me close into his body, keeping my outstretched hand in his, and placing his other hand quickly to my waist. Before I could retaliate, he took the lead of our combined movements, and began to slow dance with me to the music. I was greatly confused by the meaning behind his actions, but Chad moved gracefully, and was a confident lead, so I allowed for my body to move easily with his, without any attempt to fight against the absurd idea of randomly dancing with him in his dinning room. Chad chuckled to himself. "It has felt like I have waited an eternity to hold you like this."

I joined his laughter before I closed my eyes; inhaling deeply, I allowed for such a corny, sweet line to echo across my mind. "Do you always invite your ladies to your house for lunch, and dancing?"

"Not normally," Chad continued to chuckle, but he started to sound uneasy, "it's very rare for me to extend an invitation for someone to visit me in my own home."

"So then, why invite me?" I teased playfully.

"Because I know you, and I trust you." Chad breathed confidently, and I shook my head. "You think you've kept your work and personal lives separate, and in some ways you have; I don't know anything about your family for instance, but I know you. I know what makes you smile and what infuriates you, and I know how to calm you and how to set off a vengeful side of you that I could only envy, not emulate."

"That's all very broad and generalized." I mocked him lightly.

Chad laughed. "Alright...I know when you're upset, or are not feeling well, you only want to eat Chinese food; you especially prefer wonton soup over chicken noodle soup if you're sick. You won't really sit and watch out the window, unless there is a lightening storm, in which case it's hard to get to you focus on anything else. I know you don't appreciate roses, you think they're pretentious, and I know your favorite color is an off shade: a kind of blue-green mix. Should I continue?" Chad teased in a light whisper, and I quickly shook my head in awe of how carefully he had actually been paying attention to such small details. He was right, he knew me, and yet the man I was dancing with seemed like a stranger to me.

"Perhaps I should have asked for what you don't know then." I joked.

Chad took a deep breath. "There are some things about you that I would like to know." I nodded my permission for him to ask. "How many of your partners, have you seriously dominated?" Chad asked me stoically while we danced.

"Three...no, four." I breathed, and Chad pulled me closer to him.

"How many have you submitted to?" 

"Two, but neither was a fully committed submission; more along the lines of just experimenting to see how it felt on the other side." 

"And...just how did that feel...on the other side?" Chad breathed.

I took a deep breath and held it for a moment while I thought over my answer. "I enjoyed some of the actions explored...I liked the physical sensations, but I couldn't really take either of the guys seriously." Chad smirked. "I kept challenging everything they tried to do or said, and eventually, really pissed them each off respectively. To the point where the first gave up and let me take over, and the other...the other one..." I cleared my throat. "I had to cut that evening short." 

Chad pulled me closer still to him while we silently continued our dance into the next song. It was some time before Chad broke our silence again. "Do you trust me, Zoey?" He whispered softly, leaning over me to lower his face close to my ear. Feeling his body so close to mine, while he breathed lightly against my ear, caused my heart to feel as though it leapt into my throat.

I thought of all the times Chad had defended me, or had backed one of my arguments while we were at work. Memories of him training me for work, and of him still leaving himself open to be my mentor after my training had been completed, flashed across my mind in a quick montage allowing me to quickly arrive at an earnest answer to Chad's question. "Completely." I whispered back, honestly. I heard him take a deep breath before he quickened our pace of dancing double time to the beat of the music.

"Then, relax." He teased.

"I am relaxed." I quickly retorted in my defense.

"Not really, no." Chad chuckled as his hand on my waist slowly migrated to my lower back. "There is an awful lot of tension in these poor muscles of yours."

"Well then that's how they are normally; I am relaxed." I huffed, and Chad stopped our dancing to look into my eyes for a moment.

"Is that so?" He teased, and I nodded while astutely watching his own facial expressions. "Well then, we have a place to start."

Chad quickly released me from his gentle grip before I could question what he meant, and he walked back out of the dinning room. I heard the music stop playing, and then a moment later, Chad returned with a warm smile. "Come on, upstairs with you." He continued to tease me, ushering me out of the dinning room, though the first floor to the staircase. Chad allowed for me to ascend the staircase first, and deciding to tease him a little in return, I slowly climbed each step, swinging my hips gracefully for Chad to watch my ass slowly sway from side to side. I turned at the top of the stairs to see Chad still stood on the first floor landing, looking up at me with a wicked smile. "That...was a beautiful little treat, Zoey." Chad groaned while his smile deepened. "Come back downstairs, and do that again."

My first thought was to be frustrated by his command, but I swallowed the sarcastic retort that had quickly surfaced in my mind, and forced myself to descend the staircase under his alert gaze. Once I reached the bottom landing, I turned, and re-ascended the stairs in the same manor that I had done the first time. Once I reached the top landing, I turned my face over my shoulder to look back down the stairs toward Chad. "No," Chad chuckled, "you were more sincere the first time. Get back here, and do it again." I huffed to myself thinking he could not hear me at the top of the stairs, turned, and descended the stairs once more while he watched me even more intently.

Chad stepped in front of me while I was still several steps from the first floor landing so that we could stand eye level to each other. "I allow you to tease me, and you huff at me?" Chad chuckled, looking up and down the length of my body without trying to be coy. I knew he was allowing for an opportunity for me to correct my behavior, and I thought to push my luck for a moment to see what he would do, but I decided against the thought as his eyes settled on my cleavage exposed by his gifted dress.

"I'm sorry for huffing at your request, Chad," I forced myself to utter through gritted teeth, "I love you for allowing for me to tease you."

Chad's eyes slowly traced their way up my neck, across my face, and back to my eyes. He retained eye contact for several moments before he nodded, content, and I wondered to myself if he had been expecting me to fight back as my original thought had been to do. Regardless of what his expectations for my reaction had been, Chad took a step back away from me, and allowed me to finish my decent down the stairs. I turned, and walked back up the stairs again a bit slower than my previous attempt, with deeply exaggerated and graceful sways of my hips at each step. Once I reached the top again, I again turned to look over my shoulder at the man standing at the base landing behind me; his wicked smile returned to his face. I watched him as he climbed the stairs after me, but he stopped just behind me.

In my peripheral vision, I watched Chad raise his hands in front of his body until they moved out of my line of sight, and then I felt his hands locate the zipper on the back of my dress. I held my breath, focusing in the soft noise the zipper made while he gently pulled the zipper down its length, loosening the garment around my body. "Hard left." Chad moaned softly from behind me, and I turned to face that direction. There was only one doorway at the end of the hall, and spotting it, I forced myself to walk towards it.

Surprise overtook me to look into the rather normal, unassuming bedroom at the end of the hall. I almost laughed at the sight of it; somehow convinced I would find all manor of sadistic devices spread out all over Chad's bedroom to use at his leisure. There were a few long, wide red candles set out on the top of his dresser, a bottle of lotion, or oil maybe, sitting by a lamp on his nightstand, but other than that, there were no concernable items visible in the room. 

Chad had followed closely behind me, and once I crossed the threshold into his room, I felt his large hands gently pick the dress straps off of my shoulders, and slide the straps down the outside of my arms, effectively forcing the dress to fall free from my body before him. I froze, feeling the dress slip softly down my skin, and after a moment, felt robbed of a fantasy: Chad had teased me with such delicious ways of disposing of that garment downstairs. Chad walked to stand in front of me. He did not look at my face immediately, but instead, took his time looking over every newly exposed curve of my body, and matching black undergarments, that he had not seen before.

Chad smirked to himself while he raised his gaze to meet mine. "Can you guess what my favorite part of your body is thus far, Zoey?" He teased me, and I shrugged, taken aback by his brash question. "I'll give you a hit." He smiled, gently wrapping his arms around me, and settling the palms of his large hands against my lower back; his fingers stretching over the very top of my ass.

"Ah, an ass man." I laughed, and he bounced his head as he pressed his lips together.

"I do really like the look of your ass," he laughed, "but with how full your ass is, and for how high it's lifted, I had hoped to find some very cute dimples of Venus on your back, and I am far from disappointed."

"With the ass you just described, thick thighs, and double d's for you to play with, your favorite part of my body, is my lower back?" I asked, mocking him with my surprise, and he gave a quick nod. "I think that's a first." I giggled.

"Well then those dimples have gone much underappreciated, and that crime must be rectified immediately. Heels off, and lay out on your stomach on the bed." Chad was short with his direction, but once he removed his arms from around me, I quickly stepped out of my shoes, and walked around him. I had a thought to tease him again for the way he had acted at his staircase: I slowly bent at my waist, and lowered my hands to the bed covers followed by my knees. I took my time to gracefully crawl across the top of the bed. Once I came to a spot I liked, I lowered my upper body to the bed, and stretched my ass high into the air before sliding myself forward to laying on the bed as instructed. I heard a faint moan escape Chad from behind me as I stretched, and he laughed darkly to himself once I was settled.

"Just for that," he began to tease me while I heard a drawer open from behind me, "look familiar?" I turned my head over my shoulder to see Chad crouching by the side of the bed, and he held up the long, flexible, metal ruler with a cork backing from my work desk, high enough over the bed for me to see.

I laughed, beside myself. "Did you take that when you dropped off your present?"

Chad hummed he agreed while he stood with the ruler. "I had quite a bit of fun playing around with this yesterday." He teased me triumphantly while he moved his hand to hold the end of the ruler. "At first," he started waving the ruler around in a flimsy fashion in front of his body, "I was disappointed by the lack of bite, and limited potential from this...I thought it you were utilizing it as a threat, it must hurt like hell, but like this, the ruler is rather unimpressive. But then," he slid his hand further up the ruler closer toward the middle of it, and the sounds made by the ruler cutting though the air while he swung it back and forth sharpened, "I found that when you choke up on it, this thing delivers one awesome smack."

I giggled while I folded my arms under myself, lowered my head, and settled the side of my turned face against my crossed hands on the bed. Having fantasized about him using the ruler on me before, I pushed my knees deeper into the mattress and lifted my hips from the covers to force my ass high into the air once more while creating a deep bend in my lower back. The maneuver did not go unnoticed by Chad, who stopped playfully swinging the ruler around to stare intently at me laying on the bed in front of him.

"It's adorable to watch try to retain some sense of control." Chad snickered once he recollected himself. "Let's take that away from you, shall we?" He placed the ruler down on the edge of the bed, and crouched down beside the bed again to retrieve his next item. "I picked up a few Valentine's gifts for you." He called to me, raising a blindfold with an elastic band backing over the bed, and holding it for me to observe at a distance for a moment while he watched my reaction to it; my eyes went wide at the sight. "Never worn one then while pretending to submit, I see." He chuckled to himself as he tossed it onto the bed beside me. "Put it on."

"Why?" I breathed before I could stop myself. Chad tilted his head, and glared at me in frustration for a moment, but he quickly calmed himself and flashed a warm smile for me.

"Because I told you to, and we're celebrating the holiday, my way. Put it on." He repeated his command in deep growl that sent a small shiver down my spine, and excited me. Without thinking, I lifted my head, reached for the blindfold, and gently slipped the blindfold up over my head, and down my face to rest over my eyes. I fixed the elastic band to sit comfortably behind my ears, and against my hair, and then waited for Chad's next command while straining to listen for clues of what else he was pulling out from under the bed.

"Stretch your arms completely forward, and hold on to the bars in the headboard." Chad commanded firmly, and I moved swiftly to feel for the headboard in front of me. Once my finger tips found the cool, metal bars, I held on to one in either hand, gripping the bars tightly while I continued to wait. I felt a soft, fabric covered cord be quickly wrapped around my wrists, and be looped around the bars of the headboard I was holding on to, and I lowered my head again to rest the side of my face against my outstretched arms. My breathing had become shallow while I felt the fabric cord tighten around my wrists, but I made a conscience effort to calm myself again, relaxing more the further up my arms I felt the cord be woven. My mind wandered to picture the ornate bow crafted on the gift box that Chad had left on my desk, and I suddenly wanted to see my arms, wondering if he was weaving some elaborate design into the length of cord he was using to restrain my hands. I felt the defining tie off of the cord just above my elbows, and then I suddenly felt Chad gently place either of his hands upon my shoulders.

The sudden intimate contact caused my body to tense momentarily, and I heard Chad chuckle to himself because of it. "Relax, Zoey." He whispered reassuringly as he raised the majority of his hands from my skin, leaving only his fingertips against me. Chad allowed for his fingertips to gently begin exploring the skin of my back before he chuckled again. "So much tension..." He made a disapproving clicking noise with his tongue against the roof of his mouth as his finger tips found my bra strap. Before my body could tense again, Chad quickly unsnapped the bra, and gently peeled each side of the bra slowly away from my body to fully expose my back. He allowed for the garment to fall to either side of my body and remain trapped around my shoulders, and then I felt nothing.

I waited for several long minutes before I felt the bed move under me, and I realized that Chad had knelt on the mattress beside me. "Where are we at, Zoe?" I heard Chad's voice lightly mocking my position.

"Green." I breathed remembering his color system.

"Good." He quietly exclaimed. I felt his hands find their way to either of my ass cheeks, and he held my ass for a moment, before I felt him push up slightly on my ass, and straddle the back of my thighs. Chad tucked his hips flat against my ass, and gently pulled back on my hips to force an even tighter contact. "Still green?" He teased me with a light chuckle, and I nodded still feeling the fabric of his dress pants against my thighs. Chad settled his hands on my lower back, while repeatedly rubbing his thumbs gently over the slight indentations above my pelvis. After a few moments, I heard Chad let out a light groan to himself, and then felt him run his hands up the length of my back, spreading his fingers out over my skin to feel as much of the surface area available to him as possible.

I took a deep breath as Chad's strong hands reached my shoulders, and I sighed heavily when I felt his fingers begin to firmly knead my muscles in a gentle massage. "That's it, Zoey," I heard Chad breathe softly, "relax for me."

A small twinge resonated deep inside of me while his last few words echoed in my mind. The concept of fulfilling his request, to complete a task 'for him' sounded extremely alluring. His praise at work had always meant the most to me, more than hearing it from anyone else, but I had attributed that to the fact that I viewed Chad as my teacher. I had thought his praise meant more to me because it meant that I was learning what I should, but I questioned that concept now, and wondered how much of me had longed for his praise because by giving it, he was assuring me on a deeper level that he was pleased with me. 

I took another deep breath, and exhaled just as deeply while I closed my eyes under the blindfold and refused to allow for my body to tense at any of Chad's continued movements. Chad slowly worked his hands down the length of my back, pausing periodically to probe deeper into my skin, and work out any knots found in my muscles. It seemed to take quite a bit of effort to loosen all of my muscles in my back, but once Chad seemed satisfied, he slid his body further down my legs, and began to work out my hips.




Valentine's Submission



I felt his hands gently feel their way across the sides of my hips to rest under the front of my body, and then I felt him alternate gently pulling back on either side of my hips to help stretch out the surrounding muscles. The motion was unexpected, and uncertain of what he meant to do, I fought back against his first attempt; forcing my hips forward, and trying to keep my hips flat against the mattress. He raised his alternate hand away from my hips, and gave my ass a quick, strong slap that caused me to draw a sharp breath more from the surprise of how fast he had moved, than from any pain felt in the smack. I heard Chad chuckle to himself while he returned his hand to under my hip and tried the move again. This time, I let my body go limp for him to manipulate as he desired, and he hummed a little in appreciation while he forced my hips to stretch, and then to rotate in small circles. 

I was starting to feel slightly humiliated by the way he was childishly playing with my hips, when I felt him release my hips, and reach for my panties instead. He forcefully pulled my panties down off of my hips to about my mid thighs in one aggressive tug before I felt him dismount my legs, and pull my panties completely free from my body. "Spread your legs for me, Zoe." I heard Chad moan softly, and I quickly did as I was told. I knew the position allowed him a clear view of my completely exposed, cleanly shaven pussy, and the thought caused my lower back to twitch slightly. Chad chuckled to himself, and I wondered if he had noticed me twitch. "Relax, Zoey," he breathed calmly, "I want to feel your body relax first."

My breath caught in my throat as his hands gently returned to my body, beginning to massage the muscles in my lower leg closest to where he was on the bed. He slowly worked his way up my thigh, but stopped mid-thigh, and got up from the bed. I had been expecting his hands to continue further up my leg. I had started to fantasize feeling his hands drawing closer to my pussy, maybe even teasing me a bit with his fingers, and his sudden departure from the bed caused me to whimper slightly. I heard Chad smirk to himself as he walked to the other side of the bed, leaned against the mattress on the other side of my body, and took up the same task with my other leg. I sighed heavily, knowing I had revealed my own desires to Chad with that unintended whimper, and I expected he would act the same way with the leg he was currently massaging: that he would deny me, and stop mid-thigh once more.

However, his hands did not stop. I felt my heartbeat begin to race as his hands methodically made their way past his previous end point, and over my upper thigh. I felt my breathing stop while I waited eagerly for his hand to brush against my lips, but he very carefully avoided any contact that I craved, and instead, worked his hands across my outer thigh, and back up to my hips. I groaned my disappointment in a heavy sigh, feeling a slight dampness begin to slowly seep from my pussy, while listening to Chad laugh darkly behind me. I hated him for that laugh, but I concentrated my energy on focusing on the movements of his strong hands instead of succumbing to my emotions.

I felt my lower back tense once more while his hands gently kneaded their way back down, across the cheeks of my ass; he used the motions to purposely spread my cheeks. "You are supposed to be relaxing, Zoey." Chad laughed deviously, holding my cheeks spread wider. I tried to picture him visually inspecting every bit of my body while he worked my muscles, and I felt the same twinge from before resonate deep inside of myself. Chad moved his hands to the crease of where my thighs meet the very bottom of my ass, and using his hands, he spread me wide once again. I felt the cool air kiss my lips, and realized that my pussy was not just damp at the thought of Chad handling me any way that he wanted, but that I was soaking wet. I heard Chad groan softly, and knew he was seeing for himself what I was feeling. "You really do know how to tease." He chuckled, releasing his grip of my skin, and pulling his hands away from me.

The mattress rose beside me once more, and knowing Chad had left the bed again, I groaned my frustrations in a heavy sigh. I know he had only kept me waiting a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity had passed before I felt a sharp smack across my lower ass. The blow was not painful, and it took me a moment to even register it had happened. "Hmm," I heard Chad hum, "too light." He breathed more to himself than to me before I felt another sharp smack in the very same place as the first. That smack I felt immediately, and caused me to take a quick breath that ended in a soft hissing noise. "Where are we, Zoe?" Chad teased me lightly.

"Green." I moaned as I felt the heat from the blow spread across the muscles in my lower ass. Another smack, of greater intensity, landed in the same exact spot again, and hearing the slightly metallic noise of the object as it bounced off of my skin, I realized Chad has grabbed the ruler. "Fuck." I breathed feeling the warm vibrations of the strike radiate across my muscles.

"Zoey?" Chad called my name joyously.

"Green." I moaned again.

"Really?" Chad chuckled. "Oh, I am going to enjoy this then." He teased me lightly. I felt my heart rate race again at his threat, but before I could calm myself, a barrage of solid blows from the flexible, metal ruler fell across the back of one of my thighs, and then the other.

I groaned loudly, feeling the warmth caused by each stinging strike in turn. Once each thigh had been worked over, Chad paused for a moment, and I felt my body give a slight tremble as I anticipated the next round of ruler slaps against my skin. I felt some of the juice from my pussy leak freely between my spread legs, and I heard Chad groan to himself. "Ready?" He teased, and I moaned while I nodded my head.

The first few hits across the cheeks of my ass were light, and the warm vibrations they caused, were manageable. As Chad continued, the increasing intensity of each strike began to overwhelm my senses, and I cried out in pain, but I never thought to call another color. Chad worked the ruler over both of my ass cheeks and over both of my thighs while I screamed out from slaps that begun to feel as though someone were slicing into my sore flesh, before he paused again. A deep burning sensation immediately settled over my afflicted skin, and as I started to realize just how much pain had been caused, I felt the overwhelming euphoric rush of endorphins begin to numb my skin. I unconsciously began to grind my hips hard into the mattress before me. "Where are we, Zoe?" I heard Chad call in a soft, gentle tone, and I moaned loudly, feeling even more of my juices escape my lips.

"Green."

I felt Chad's hands gently explore the backs of my thighs, and heard him chuckle to himself as his hands worked their way up over my ass cheeks, and across my lower back causing me to tremble at his touch. "Actually, I would have to say burgundy...purple even," Chad began to tease me playfully, "but those muscles of yours have definitely relaxed." One of his hands lifted clear from my body, but I quickly felt the fingers from that hand brush lightly against the excited lips of my pussy. "I did ask you to relax, didn't I?" Chad groaned softly, and I nodded my head while trying to spread my legs further apart to grant him total access to my pussy. 

He rewarded me by slowly inserting one of his fingers deep inside of my soaked pussy with a deep groan. "Been awhile since you've been penetrated, has it?" Chad chuckled. I am sure that I blushed from his intrusive question, but the embarrassment I might have felt went unnoticed in my mind as I felt my inner muscles tighten around his finger. "You really want to cum for me, don't you, Zoe?" Chad groaned, and I nodded again while beginning to push myself back against his hand. Chad removed his finger from my soaked pussy, and smacked me hard across my ass, making me scream out from the stinging pain of his blow against my ruler-slapped, raw skin.

"Let's try that again." Chad chuckled, waiting for me to stop my body from trembling before reinserting his finger back into my tight pussy. As I moaned, delighted at his finger's return, another of his fingers joined the first. I felt him turn his hand, and felt his fingers inside of me probe along my muscles until they located my inner g-spot. Once discovered, Chad began to massage the area with a great deal of force. I groaned madly at the sensation, and grinded my hips back against his hand. He quickly withdrew both of his fingers from me, and smacked my ass harder than before. 

"Fuck!" I cried out at the pain, clutching my hands into tight fists around the cord that bound them, and pulling my body forward away from Chad while pulling at the cord.

"Oh, no you don't!" Chad laughed maliciously while forcing one of his strong arms under my body, around my waist, and pulling my body back down against the bed. Once my body was back in the position I had just been in, with my arms completely outstretched once more, Chad grabbed a firm hold of both of my hips, and forcefully pulled them up into the air, to raise my ass for him. "Stay just like that." He growled dangerously, daring me to disobey, while he slowly removed his hands from my hips.

The muscles in my thighs stretched awkwardly from the forced position. Chad slipped his fingers back into my drenched pussy, and resumed the massage of my inner g-spot. Understanding his game, I focused more on my straining thigh muscles than on his forceful fingers inside of me to stop myself from trying to grind my hips back against his hand. My hips still twitched against my will while my muscles tightened against his fingers, but Chad did not stop to spank me for my uncontrollable movements. The muscles in my thighs began to burn, and my thighs trembled as I felt an orgasm build quickly against Chad's firm command.

"Oh, fuck." I groaned repeatedly, panting heavily while feeling my climax build steadily. Chad continued to finger my pussy closer to release until just before I could reach the final apex, and then he withdrew his fingers from me. I groaned, defended, and whimpered loudly, feeling my muscles plateau, and then I begrudgingly begin to relax once more. Chad laughed.

"Aw, poor little, Zoey." Chad mocked me while still laughing. I tried to focus on where he was in the room by listening for the direction I heard his voice, but I could not focus enough to calculate his position.

"I was so close." I groaned, disheartened, and Chad laughed again.

"Three fucking years, Zoey," Chad growled from somewhere across the room. "I have been begging for a shot with you for three fucking years, and you thought I would just let you cum first time 'round?" I felt my thighs shake harder, threatening to force me to collapse from my position. "Were you in my shoes, what would you do? Would you allow for that person to cum as they wished?"

"No." I groaned honestly.

"Of course not." Chad laughed. "What do you say to three false starts for three years?" I groaned disappointed only to feel another hard smack land across my ass, delivered by Chad's hand. "I should be demanding so much more from you," he growled darkly over my small cry, "that won't make us anywhere near even, but it'll feel like a good start."

The anger that I heard reflected in Chad's voice scared me, and I quickly thought through my options available to me to try to calm him once more; bound, there were precious few. I decided to play into his game, and thank him for his idea at a modest revenge to try to soften his mood. "I love you for my first false start..." I groaned softly, and I heard Chad sigh in response.

"Oh, Zoey," he sighed lightly, and after a long pause, I heard him clear his throat and continue, "you're welcome." I felt the muscles in my thighs shake even harder while I waited for Chad to continue, but I dared not move an inch, fearful that he was keeping a close eye on my movements. "Relax, Zoe." Chad whispered, and hoping I was interpreting him correctly, I lowered my hips back to the bed and allowed for my body to feel comfortable once more. "I have another Valentine's present for you...open your mouth nice and wide."

I lifted the side of my face from my arms, and opened my mouth the way he wanted. I felt something firm be passed over my lips, and then felt the object be gently pressed between them. Unsure of what the object was at first, I quickly moved my tongue to greet the invading present, and ran my tongue over the item while gently sucking it further into my mouth. The object had a kind of odd silicone taste to it, but it had the obvious head and shaft form of an anatomically correct cock. The toy was removed from my mouth after a moment while Chad groaned softly to himself.

"Do you own any dildos or vibrators at home, Zoe?" Chad asked, sounding very curious, and I nodded carefully, uncertain of where his body was in relation to my face. "When you get home, throw all of the other ones out." He commanded sternly. "This one will be going home with you, and is the only toy allowed anywhere near your pussy if you're desperate enough to get yourself off. Want to know why?" He teased lightly, and I nodded again. "Because this one was made using a mold of my cock." He explained to me with pride. "So, my cloned cock will be going home with you, and will replace any other toys you may have, so that if you feel desperate enough to play by yourself, you will still be using my cock to fuck yourself."

Surprised at how Chad had spent his month in preparation of our date, the idea made me giggle, but it was still arousing on some level. I had never agreed to continue to listen to his commands after our Valentine's Day, his way, was finished, but part of me really liked that he was willing to try to force something after our day together to continue our play dynamic. "I love you for my new toy." I purred.

"Don't thank me just yet." He mocked me. The sound of his voice suggested he was walking away from me, but once a felt the head of the cloned toy pressed against the entrance of my pussy, I knew he had just walked along the length of the bed. "Get up on your knees, Zoey, and get that cute, little ass as high in air as you can manage."

Chad kept the toy poised just at the entrance of my pussy while I quickly moved into the position he had sternly requested for, and once I had my ass perched high in the air—on all fours on my knees and forearms—Chad slowly pushed the silicone version of himself deep inside my teased pussy. I felt my muscles clamp down around Chad's toy, and groaned softly at the size of it. To my surprise, Chad pressed more of the toy further inside of me; forcing me to groan again while I tried to guess the size of the cock buried deep inside of me. "How does that feel?" Chad teased me.

"I love you." I moaned in response, not sure of it I was thanking him, or if I was being honest, and Chad laughed.

"Ready for false start number two?" He mocked me playfully, and I gave a heavy sigh. "Be very honest with me, Zoey, and tell me when you're close. Don't you dare try to cum on this toy cock, or I can guarantee that not only will you not be allowed to cum for the rest of the day...or night....but that you won't be able to sit comfortably for the rest of the week either."

I took a sharp breath as my body tensed at his threat, and he laughed. "Now," he mused lightly, pulling the toy slowly back out of my pussy until just the head felt like it had been left inside of me, "how does little Zoey prefer to be fucked?" I felt Chad gently thrust the very tip of the toy slowly back and forth at the very entrance of my pussy, but I never felt the toy completely leave me. The sensation was intense, and teased me greatly. I groaned, desperate to feel more of the toy, and tried to push myself back on it. Chad pinched my ass cheek using his thumb and forefinger, and then gave the pinched spot a playful smack. "Deeper?" He teased me cheerfully.

"Yes, please." I groaned. Chad forced the toy quickly into me hard until the toy would not press any further, causing me to scream as I felt it bottom out in me, and then be removed just as forcibly.

"You are so fucking wet." Chad chuckled while he resumed the teasing gentle thrusts at just the entrance of my pussy, using only the head of the toy. "Are you normally such a soaker, or is Valentine's just a special occasion?" He mocked me.

His question embarrassed me, but I did not care how embarrassed I was while I felt myself try to rock back against the toy once more. Chad pinched my ass, and smacked the pinched spot harder, causing me to cry out my response. "It is really easy to get me wet," I admitted, "more so right now, because of you." The toy stopped, and I felt a sense of panic for a moment, wondering if I had said something wrong.

"Have you ever masturbated while thinking about me, Zoey?" Chad asked curiously. I had, but I felt my body tremble slightly while I fought against answering him right away. Chad responded by thrusting the full length of the toy repeatedly, as hard and fast as he could, painfully deep into my pussy. I held tightly to the cord binding my wrists, panting and screaming, convinced I could ride out the toys aggressive pounding, but the pain over took me.

"Yes!" I cried out, and Chad pulled the toy back so that just the head of his cloned cock was left inside of me. "Yes," I groaned again, marveling at the sensation of still feeling the toy be smashed against my insides, "I have masturbated while thinking about you." I felt Chad reach around me, and felt his fingers gently locate my clit. He began to massage my clit while he rocked the head of the toy gently back and forth in me, causing me to groan as my muscles clamped tighter around the synthetic cock.

"Do I dominate you in these fantasies of yours?" He teased me playfully.

"Sometimes." I breathed, allowing myself to rock my hips back against the toy, believing Chad could not punish me with both of his hands preoccupied. I felt him gently bite the side of one of my ass cheeks, and I stopped my rocking, fearful of what else he might do.

Chad chuckled. "You just love to push my buttons, don't you, Zoe?" He asked over my moans while I felt the added stimulation to my clit allow for my next 'false start' to really begin building inside of me. "You are always challenging whatever I tell you...even when you actually do what I tell you to do, there's still some smart-ass remark, some snide look, or some dismissive body language to go with it...and yet..."

I groaned deeply, hearing my heartbeat drum painfully in my ears. "If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum." Just as I said it, both his fingers on my clit, and his cloned toy were completely removed from my body. My hips thrusted wildly in the air while I moaned in desperation, begging him to continue even though I knew he would refuse. After a moment, I felt one of his fingers probe my teased pussy, and even though I did not consciously try to grind my hips back against his hand, I did, and he smacked my ass for it. I felt myself plateau, but it took far longer for me to calm myself against his finger than I had recovered after my first false start.

I was in agony when I heard Chad chuckling to himself. "You really stopped yourself for me." I nodded, uncertain of what else to do. "Lay back down, Zoe, and relax. You've earned yourself a nice little treat." 

The only 'treat' that I craved was release, but I forced myself to lay flat against the bed once more. Once I was settled, Chad placed both of his hands on my lower back, and started to slowly massage his way up my back again. The sensation was surreal; it almost made me feel as though he had never stopped his massage, and that any additional play had somehow all been imagined. Chad maneuvered himself to straddle the back of my thighs once more, but this time, there was no fabric to separate our bodies. As I felt Chad's warm, hard cock settle itself on top of my ass, my body trembled in excitement beneath his.




Valentine's Submission



"Relax, Zoey." He mocked me playfully, continuing his massage. I took a deep breath, and forced my body to stop shaking. I felt Chad pull his hips back, and felt his cock brush over my ass, and then I felt him push his hips forward and brush his cock back over my skin. I moaned desperately as I felt my body shake again, begging for penetration, and Chad laughed. "Relax, Zoe." He teased, lovingly.

I tried not to think about how desperately I wanted to feel him inside of me, and instead, I tried to concentrate on his fingers firmly kneading my muscles. Chad worked his hands completely down the length of my back, and feeling him massage my hips tucked just under his pelvis, I felt my body surrender to his game. I sank deeper into the comforter beneath me as my muscles seemed to melt under his strong touch. I gave one more heavy sigh, and then allowed my mind to join my body, and go blank. It was a purely bliss-filled moment when I was finally able to clear my mind; the only thing I thought about, the only thing I felt, the only thing that I wanted, was the only thing that had my complete attention: Chad's strong hands against my skin while I lay bound beneath him. I heard Chad give a soft moan as his hands started their journey back to my shoulders, but neither of us said anything.

Transfixed by Chad's hands, my breathing deepened, and I started to feel like I was slipping in and out of consciousness. Feeling as though his massage had caused me to fall into a light trance, I was shocked to feel the head of Chad's cock be pressed against my pussy some time later. My legs were still pressed together thanks to the way Chad was straddling my thighs, but I felt Chad spread the cheeks of my ass wide with either of his hands, and then I felt the length of his rock hard cock slip into my tight pussy. I moaned with him as he slowly buried his cock deep inside of me, and then to my surprise, I heard him chuckle to himself.

"You are awake." He teased me playfully, and I giggled. "I wasn't sure; it felt like you were in and out a few times on me."

"That's very possible." I breathed not sure if I had passed out or not during Chad's extensive massage.

"I thought for sure that toy would have loosened you up a bit, but fuck, Zoe, you are so incredibly tight."

"That's your fault," I sighed, "a direct result of all of your teasing." Chad chuckled again, and then continued to massage my lower back and hips without moving his own hips. Were I not in my blissful trance, I would have tensed under him in anticipation, or would have begged for him to continue, but as I was, I felt an awesome calm and feeling of being content. I could not want for anything; I just felt a kind of surreal peace.

"You're not trying to push back against me." Chad mocked me lightly, and I hummed.

"You wanted me to relax." I breathed, and Chad laughed. His hands left my skin, and to my surprise, I felt the cord wrapped down my arms be tugged at and loosened. I kept completely still while Chad released me from the head board, reveling in the sensation of feeling his warm body leaning against mine to reach the cord. 

I felt Chad's hot breath against my neck, and the random spot of added heat, made the rest of me suddenly feel colder. A chill ran down my spine, and I shuttered. "I felt that." Chad teased me in a whisper while his hands began to slowly massage down the length of my arms; his strong fingers forcing circulation back into my extended limbs. "How do your arms feel, Zoe?" He whispered against my ear.

I moved my fingers, and did not feel the prickling sensation I assumed I would to suggest my arms had gone numb for how long they were bound to the head broad. "They feel fine." I breathed, and I felt Chad gently kiss the side of my face breaking my trance completely. My heart began to race, my breathing became swallow, and my inner muscles clenched around Chad's long, firm cock all at once as my body re-awakened from his modest, intimate gesture. Chad groaned softly, took my lower earlobe between his teeth, and playfully tugged at my ear.

"Ready for your last false start?" He growled lightly, and I groaned deeply having hoped he would have forgotten his game. "Well?" He teased, rotating his hips against mine so that I could feel his cock explore my tormented pussy. I nodded with a small moan, and Chad pulled himself free from my body. "Then remove the blindfold, and stand beside the bed, facing the bed."

My arms trembled a bit as I forced them to move, not sure how long I had actually been in the same position for; I had lost all concept of time. I removed the blindfold and tossed it beside me, blinking repeatedly to readjust my vision to the dim light in the room. I rubbed my fingertips gently under both of my eyes to clear any of my makeup that may have been smudged from the blindfold, and then I quickly raised my body from the bed and stood by the side of the bed as Chad wanted. I looked about the room for a moment, looking for a clock, but found none. No light was coming in around the closed curtains on the window, but with how early darkness fell this time of year, I was not surprised by the lack of sunlight. The only source of light in the room was radiating from the long candles on the dresser that I had noticed when I arrived to the room, and standing by the dresser, Chad was retrieving one of the candles.

"You may remove that bra now, Zoe." I quickly tossed the garment from my body like a poisonous snake while he drew closer to me with one of the candles in hand. "Bend at your waist, keep your feet flat on the floor, and put your chest against the bed covers with you arms out in front of you. You may need something to cling to." Chad ordered in his playful, mocking tone, and I instantly did as he said, but I found the position immediately uncomfortable. I felt the muscles in my lower back and thighs strain slightly after everything that Chad had already put them through. "Spread your legs." Chad ordered firmly, stepping behind me. I did, and was relieved to feel my muscles ease slightly; my whole body tensed regardless as soon as I felt Chad's cock part my swollen pussy lips, and thrust gently between them. 

Chad pulled himself back away from me, and then moved the tip of his cock back to the entrance of my waiting pussy. I had expected him to enter me immediately to continue his game, but he kept still and made me wait. Desperate to feel him again, and having learned my lesson about pressing my hips back against him, I whimpered slightly, and he laughed. "Alright," he breathed, "let's feel you push yourself back against me now." He had growled the suggestion aggressively, and for a moment, I wondered if he really meant what he said, or if he was daring me into a trap.

I cautiously began to push my hips back into Chad, slowly filling my tight pussy with his long cock, but then I felt a sudden stinging burn trickle across the top of one of my ass cheeks. I gasped at the sensation, pulled myself forward, freeing myself completely of Chad's cock, and it stopped. I looked over my shoulder and saw Chad holding the large candle above my back with a wide smirk; turning myself further around, I caught just a glimpse of the poured red wax cool and solidify against my pale skin. "Where are we, Zoe?" Chad asked playfully.

"Green." I breathed, amazed at how quickly the waxed cooled, and how any discomfort from the hot wax faded just as fast.

Chad leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock back against the entrance to my pussy. "Then lean back, and push yourself onto my cock." He teased me in another playful dare.

Again, I began to slowly press myself further back to take Chad's long cock deep inside of me, and I felt Chad pour some of hot wax across my other ass cheek. I groaned madly once the wax made contact with my skin, but I only pulled forward a little this time, and was able to keep most of his cock inside of me from the initial shock of the wax. Not having pulled myself completely free from him, Chad continued to pour wax across my ass until I pushed myself forward, onto the bed hard, whimpering. Chad paused his pouring, pulled the last bit of his cock free from my body, and then gave me a moment to catch my breath before he set himself up against me again. "Still green?" He mused, and I nodded while straightening myself, and beginning to press myself back against him once more.

I gritted my teeth when I felt the wax begin to spread across my lower back, and though I moaned loudly, I clenched the bedspread beneath me and forced myself to continue to press on. "Almost there...keep going...little further..." Chad coached me supportively until I felt the full length of his cock deep inside of me, filling me completely. Even though I had succeeded, I still felt Chad continue to drip wax across my back, until I cried out again in pain. Chad laughed.

"You were so nice and smooth, the way you moved, that I was able to write my name out in cursive!" I heard Chad exclaim joyously behind me. "First...and last. Would you like me to take a picture of it Zoe, so that you can see it?" I shook my head. "Spoil sport." Chad chuckled. "Did you enjoy being able to press back against me finally?"

"Yes, I love you for that." I moaned.

"Good. Now let's see you really go for it, and fuck yourself on that cock." My muscles tightened at the thought, and I quickly obliged: thrusting myself back and forth against the full length of Chad's cock while twirling my hips in soft circles against him. I heard Chad give a soft moan in response, and I worked my body even harder against his rigid cock. Chad gasped, and then let out a soft groan. Finally fulfilling three years of pent up frustration, I made myself go faster, panting, with my hands clenched firmly against the bedspread to steady myself. "Finger yourself while you fuck that cock." Chad groaned softly.

I released one of my hands from the bedspread, and slowly turned my arm under my body. I quickly located my clit, and after settling my fingers in my favorite spot, began to run the tip of my middle finger in a circle against my clit. Moaning loudly as my muscles forcefully clung to Chad's cock, I concentrated on feeling my muscles begin to pulse wildly against him. "Harder, Zoe." Chad groaned. My body gave a small twitch, and moaning softly, I forced myself back and forth with more enthusiasm. Chad gave a quick, hard smack against the side of my ass with his hand, causing me to scream out while the brief instant of pain caused me to jump slightly. "I said harder, Zoe." He growled.

I felt his cock pulse while he repeated his command; my muscles pulsed back against him in response, and again, I put more effort into my backwards thrusting. "That's it, Zoey," Chad whispered lovingly from behind me, "let me see you really fuck that cock." His encouraging words stirred something deep inside of me, but I mentally tried to fight against my building orgasm. I knew Chad was not going to allow for me to cum, but I was enjoying the sensation of fucking his cock while he watched, too much to want it to end so quickly. Soaking wet, and feeling that I was losing my battle, I pulled my hand from my clit, and forced my body forward back onto the bedspread and off of Chad before I reached a point that I knew I would be unable to stop myself.

Chad groaned loudly, feeling my tight pussy be pulled away from him, and he stood over me, watching me tremble against his bed for a moment before he spoke again. "You worked yourself into quite a sweat," he chuckled, "come on, back up on the bed with you." He gave my ass a firm swat, and I quickly moved against my shaking muscles to lay out on the bed once more. Chad waited until I was settled, and then laid out beside me. He reached over me to grab the comforter from the other side of my body, and then pulled the comforter up over me. He pulled my blanketed body close into his, and held me against his warm, broad chest. I had felt extremely warm while thrusting myself against him, but I quickly lost all of that extra built up body heat while I slowly recovered in his arms, and I was grateful that Chad had preemptively wrapped the blanket around us to keep me warm.

My body kept shaking hard against Chad, and I found myself moaning lightly from time to time while I slowly calmed myself in Chad's strong arms. "How are you doing?" Chad mocked me lightly. I let out a deep frustrated groan, and he laughed. "Serves you right. Do you have any idea how many times you were responsible for some pretty epic blue ball scenarios?" I tried to giggle, but my body gave another shudder, and my laugh faded into a moan. "All because you didn't want to mix business, and pleasure," he whispered, "we could have been fucking like this since day one."

"Are you really leaving the company?" I asked, not surprised to hear my voice had become slightly hoarse. 

Chad hummed that he agreed. "Four more weeks. I've already spoken to Brian about it; I told him last month that I had been approached by another office, and that they were offering me too good of a deal to refuse. You were what had stopped me from taking their offer immediately." He shrugged. I turned my face upward to look at Chad, and he smiled warmly for me. "I didn't want to leave you, Zoey, and I didn't want to leave without knowing for sure how you felt. Had I done that, you would have been the biggest 'what if?' of my life, and I would never have stopped regretting that decision. When I told Brian I was thinking about leaving, I had him pull my name from the potential promotion pile, and then I went to talk to you about it to see where you and I really stood." Chad chuckled to himself and wrapped his arms tighter around me. "I'm not sure how we fell into this Valentine's game really, but I have never been happier."

"You had already spoken to Brian, and had your name pulled before you outlined the terms for your bet?" I asked numb. I wanted to be surprised by the audacity of the man beside me, but the plot fit his character too well that I should have expected it. "You son of a bitch." I breathed.

"Hey! What did I say about name-calling?!" Chad laughed. "You're not really angry, are you, Zoe?" He asked nervously once he settled his laughter, and I sighed.

"No, but I am really, really frustrated."

"Well now, that we can fix, but first, you need to apologize for the name-calling." He gloated. I did not bother to wait for him to explain what he wanted for an apology. Instead, I slid my way down his body, and out from under his arms and the blanket. He made a noise to stop me, but before he could say another word, I had my hand around the base of his long cock. I pressed the head of his cock to my lips, and Chad cautiously placed one of his hands to the side of my face; gently forcing me to turn my head to look up at him. "If you're going to do that," he breathed, "you keep your eyes looking straight up at me."

I moaned softly, and then keeping direct eye contact with Chad, I slowly slid my lips around his firm cock. Chad grabbed at the pillows around him, and pushed them all behind him to build up a pile he could sit up against while I allowed the very tip of my tongue to slowly explore every small detail of the head of his cock. I moaned lightly at the taste of my soaked pussy still present on his skin, and then slid his cock further into my mouth to begin my precision oral exploration of his shaft. I made a mental note of every vein as I found them, and of which spots seemed more sensitive based on the reactions that Chad gave. I wanted to know every inch of his cock intimately, and once I felt I had achieved that, I relaxed my throat, and allowed for his cock to press as far back into my mouth as was possible for his length.

Chad groaned deeply while I forced my tongue to his balls with his cock down my throat, and he moved both of his hands to gently hold the back of my head, but he only left his hands there of an instant. When his hands released my head, I slowly guided my mouth back off of his long cock, moving my tongue in slow deliberate circles against the underside of his shaft to pass over every sensitive area I had found. "With your limits," Chad groaned while I repeated the motion, "I didn't think deep throating would be an option."

"Only if I'm the one directing said action." I smirked, turning my face, and lowering myself to gently suck one of his balls into my mouth, and then the other.

"Get your cute ass up here." Chad growled. I froze for a moment, uncertain of if I had upset him somehow, but looking up to him, and seeing his warm smile, reassured me. I slowly climbed up the length of his body, and as my face drew closer to his, Chad gently clasped either side of my face in his hands, and pulled me into a deep, aggressive kiss. I felt Chad move under me as his kiss continued, and I moaned into his mouth when I felt the head of his cock find its way back to my tight pussy hovering over him. "I have one last Valentine's present for you." He whispered across my lips, and I laughed.

"You spoil me." I teased him lightly, while he dropped his hand closest to his nightstand, opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, and produced from it, a chained set of nipple clamps. My eyes went wide when I saw Chad raise the clamps closer to our chests.

"My, my, would this be a new toy for you as well, Zoe?" Chad mocked me, and I shook my head.

"Yes, and no; I've played around with the ones with tension screws...but not those."

"Clovers," Chad corrected me lightly, "and they are far more painful than the kind you're used to." Chad raised one of the clamps in front of my face and pinched it open to show me the nubbed ends that looked slightly terrifying to me. "Relax, and sit back on my cock, Zoey," Chad chuckled, "I want to feel every bit of this."

I swallowed any panic I was feeling while I allowed my body to slowly sink around Chad's long, hard cock. He thrusted his hips hard into mine as I sat back in his lap, and catching me off guard, I made a small cry as his motion forced my body to fall forward against his chest. Chad quickly took one of my nipples into his mouth, and I settled myself against him, enjoying the sensation of his tongue gently teasing my skin. At first, Chad was exceptionally gentle: sucking lightly at the nipple in his mouth, licking, and showering my nipple with soft kisses, but as I relaxed in his lap, his teasing became more aggressive. I groaned, feeling Chad suck harder at my nipple, and teeth at it; still gentle at first, but then harder. Chad took my erect nipple in his teeth, stretched the skin as far as it could go, and then slipped the first clover clamp into place.

When Chad released his mouth from my nipple, and I was able to feel the full effects of the clamp in earnest, the sensation caused me to yelp softly while my inner muscles tensed and pulsed. Chad leaned back, away from my chest, and pulled at the chain bound to the clamp playfully. He kept looking back and forth between the mixed reaction on my face and my clamped nipple, and he groaned each time he felt my body thrust against his throbbing cock. "Where are we, Zoe?" He closed his eyes and breathed lightly as though he were lost in a dream.

"A very pale green...almost yellow." I groaned, feeling his cock give a gentle twitch in response to every tremble my body made.

"It would please me immensely, to be able to feel how your body reacts to wearing both of the clamps." He whispered in a soft, warm voice. When he opened his eyes once more, I nodded. He gave me a broad smile before he leaned forward, and gently sucked my free nipple into his mouth. I groaned madly, and began to rock my hips against his cock; feeling his light, soft gestures progressively become more forceful and desperate. I felt myself soak Chad's cock, but I whimpered loudly when I felt the remainder clamp be raised to my nipple in Chad's mouth, knowing the pain I was about to experience, and hesitant to feel it. Chad released my nipple from his mouth, but kept the clamp where it was. "Do you want it or not?" He chuckled, smacking my ass, hard. I stopped my thrusting, and nodded. "Then beg me for it." He growled.




Valentine's Submission



I felt my inner muscles pulse wildly in response to his command. In all of my fantasies involving Chad, I always envisioned him making me beg, but I had thought about him making me beg for release, or to suck his cock. I had never thought he would have me beg to feel pain, but the idea drove me mad. "Please, may I wear the other?" I whispered, and received another sharp smack across my ass for it.

"That...was...pitiful." Chad mocked me with a smirk. "Beg me properly, or I will pull the one on your nipple, off of your nipple by pulling on the chain until it finally gives." My mind panicked while it imagined the action, and I shook in his lap.

Still shaking, I leaned forward to kiss Chad in a desperate attempt to appeal for forgiveness. I did not feel him return my kiss, and frightened by the lack of compassion that I felt from him, I plead across his lips. "Please, please allow for me to wear the other one, Chad, please. I want to wear it for you, I do." I watched his wide smile return to his face. "Please, I want to wear it for you." I continued to repeat myself in my new mantra, as I felt Chad's hands move around me. 

He did not lower his face to take my free nipple into his mouth again, but instead, pinched my nipple forcefully between his thumb and forefinger. My muscles gave a twitch while I gasped, and Chad pinched my nipple harder, pulling it taught in his fingers. I whimpered loudly against his mouth at the pain, but I managed to keep repeating my mantra in-between my whimpers. When I felt the clamp replace his fingers, I began to scream out. Chad quickly forced his lips to mine, and moaned loudly as I groaned against his mouth. My muscles pulsed forcefully against Chad's cock, and I rocked my hips hard against him, savoring the pleasure I was able to feel from his throbbing cock inside of me. I felt both of my nipples be pulled at, and my screaming increased with the pain I felt, but Chad just kept kissing me harder to match my response.

I tried to thrust myself properly against Chad's cock, hoping to feel more pleasure than pain, but the movements caused the clamps to restrict harder against my nipples while Chad fingered the chain between them. I halted all of my thrusting, and tried to keep myself as still as possible in Chad's lap.

"Where are we, Zoe?" Chad teased me with a chuckle, finally breaking our kiss.

"Yellow." My breath trembled.

"Alright, relax, Zoe." He whispered lovingly while he reached for the drawer of his nightstand again. When he raised his hand, he showed me the small, vibrating egg that he had discovered there. "A treat for being such a good girl." He lowered the egg between our bodies, and then carefully positioned it so that it hugged my clit. He turned the egg on, and feeling the warm vibrations against my teased clit, I pushed my hips forward into the toy. Chad wrapped his strong arms around me, and held my lower back loosely in his large hands. "Just relax for me, Zoe." Chad reassured me in a soft moan while his fingers slowly began to massage my back once more.

I felt the dried wax crumble and fall from my back as Chad's fingers slowly manipulated my muscles, but I focused more on the egg between my legs. I keep whimpering lightly to myself as the vibrations against my clit, and the feeling of my pussy being stuffed completely full, made me desperate to fuck the man under my body, but the fear of the clamps kept me still. The egg caused my body to twitch, and when I did, the clamps restricted around my crushed nipples causing me to twitch once more in a vicious cycle of pleasure forcing pain leading to more pleasure. Chad kept his hands on my lower back, and allowed for me to experience everything on my own while he patiently waited for me to grow accustomed to my body fighting against the two very different toys. I realized why he had chosen his hand placement when my body gave a sudden shudder that warned me that against all of the smaller elements, that as a whole, my body was building to a tremendous release.

"That's it Zoey, relax, and let go. There is nothing that I want more, than to feel you cum on my cock." His words made my muscles tighten, and took my breath away simultaneously. 

"Oh, fuck." I groaned, feeling my body let go, and with a loud scream, I felt my orgasm tear through my body like a wildfire. "Oh, fuck, Chad, I love you!" I screamed out, legitimately wanting to thank Chad for the experience. My body shook, and the pain from the clamps intensified the feeling, prolonging my orgasm, and making me experience it in a way that I had never felt before. "I love you...I love you..." I kept repeating my given phrase, half delirious from the immense pleasure.

Chad groaned loudly as he felt me cum around him, but he gritted his teeth, and forced himself to hold off. "Now fuck yourself." Chad growled at me through his teeth.

Thought was beyond me; I could not dream of the consequences to my actions, or dare to pause to enjoy my post-orgasmic bliss. The only thing that I knew was Chad: his voice, his body, his being, and all that I wanted was Chad: to please him, to do whatever he asked of me, and to feel him cum deep inside of me. With a small cry, I forced myself to thrust against Chad's long, pulsing cock buried deep in my trembling pussy. Fighting against the clamps restraining my tender nipples, and the egg now punishing my clit whenever it made contact, I rocked myself up and down the length of Chad's cock while grinding my hips in large circles. 

Chad gave my ass a hard, resounding smack. "Harder, Zoe." He growled at me, and I forced my body to work even more aggressively in my thrusting. I felt my muscles tighten painfully against Chad's cock. "Harder, Zoey!" Chad barked as he gave my ass another solid whack with his open hand. His strike vibrated across my muscles and met the vibrations of the egg. 

"Fuck! I love you! Spank me again!" I cried, desperate for the sensation again. "Please spank me, Chad, I'm so close!"

Chad gave a malicious chuckle. "You want to cum on my cock again, Zoey?"

"Please!" I screamed, and again I felt his hand smack against my ass; this time, not in a singular strike, but in a repeated spanking that did not cease until my orgasm over took me. I threw myself down onto Chad's cock, thrusting my hips painfully against his cock while I screamed out again. "Oh, fuck yes, make me cum for you; I love you for making me cum for you!" Chad gave a loud groan while his hips bucked up to met mine, and then I felt the violent pulsations of his cock, when he met his own release. I collapsed into Chad's chest, but after a minute of the two of us panting together, he gently lifted my body from his.

Chad licked at one of my clamped nipples, gently sucked that nipple into his mouth, and then released the pressure of the surrounding clamp. One side of the clamp refused to dislodge itself from my skin, and I felt Chad gently shake the open clamp free from my breast. The sudden loss of the clamp was somehow more painful than the pressure I had become accustomed to. Fearing the pain I knew I was going to experience when I felt Chad reach for my other breast, I felt my body push itself over the edge for a final time. 

"Multiples? Zoey you are an absolute treat." I heard Chad laugh, but I could not respond; I was panting too hard. My body was shaking uncontrollably, and I held no command of any of my movements. I was vaguely aware of Chad tossing the chained clamps to his nightstand, of the egg being found from where it had rolled off to and then be thrown after the clamps, and of Chad pulling me closer to him, but I was not truly conscience of any of it. I felt my mind go blank, and in the silence of my mind, all I could concentrate on, was the nirvana like trance I had slipped into, and the knowledge that Chad was responsible for it.

When my senses returned to me, my twitching legs were wrapped tightly around Chad's hips, and I could feel his spent cock still inside of me. My arms were tucked between our bodies, my face buried against Chad's broad chest, and his arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders. We had turned to be laying on our sides, and the comforter was wrapped around our conjoined bodies once more. My body shuttered slightly when I remembered what had just happened between us, and I felt Chad lean over me to softly nestle his face intimately against the top of my head. "I have never felt so complete." Chad sighed lovingly.

I smirked. "Are you always so emotional after sex?"

"There's only one way for you to find out..." He teased. "But I think we both might need a nap first...or seeming how it is Valentine's...maybe dinner and a movie..."

"I know it's your day, your way, but my vote would be for that first one...and then to continue our evening in bed."

"Huh, and here I thought I might tame my little brat, and get you to appreciate Valentine's a bit more by continuing with a more romantic date night." Chad laughed, holding me close to him.

"I thought you said no name-calling." I smirked.

"I wasn't." Chad laughed, highly amused by a joke that was lost to me.

I frowned. "A romantic date night to get me to stop hating on Valentine's hmm?"

"You are too young, and far too cute to hate on Valentine's, Zoe."

I laughed. "Chad, with the way you celebrate it, I could really learn to love the holiday, and I may even look forward to celebrating it next year."

There was a long pause before Chad continued our conversation. "Are you saying what I hope you're saying?" I felt Chad's body tense around me as he waited for my answer.

"Do you think you could keep our professional, working relationship still professional until you leave for your better offer if I was?" I teased him, thrilled that it was my turn to get to mock Chad in return.

"No chance," he laughed at me, "allow me to think of you as mine, and I can't guarantee that I wouldn't be grabbing at that ass of yours at every opportunity. Plus, I really want to bend you over your desk at work before I leave. Once I had that idea in my head, that's all I've been able to think about." I smiled as I felt my heart skip a beat while imagining the scene. "Just say the word, Zoe."

I took a deep breath, but then found myself giggling. After three long years of purposely trying to tease one another enough to finally make me give in, to make me give up my idea of keeping my business and personal lives, separate, I had known I was losing my internal battle to have ever agreed to his terms. Realizing my defeat, I had turned down several offers to date from other men that approached me when I was out with my girlfriends this past month, and without meaning to admit any of that to Chad, he had already guessed it all. He had already known when I agreed to his bet, and then followed though to arrive at his doorstep, that I had surrendered my ideal of my segregated lifestyles.

"Zoey?" Chad whispered quietly against my disheveled hair.

I turned my head slowly to look up at his hansom face, and was slightly amused by the unfounded fear I found in his eyes. "Is this what you envisioned a relationship between us to look like: romantic dates and my submission to your fantasies?" I teased him lightly, and he smirked.

"That's how I wanted Valentine's, yes, but relationship wise?" He breathed his answer lightly. "I want everything...I want to be able to take you to the movies, and try to cop a feel in the dark." I laughed, and Chad smiled while his voice became more confident. "I want to receive random drunk texts at 3 a.m., if that's a thing you do, after you go out with your friends...I want to be able to take you out dancing, and laugh as all the boys your age stare jealously because you're with me, not them..."

"You want to tame your little brat..." I giggled, mocking him for his earlier phrasing, and Chad laughed.

"Only a bit," Chad squeezed me tight for a moment, "I kind of like her how she is. How about instead: I want to come home to find you waiting for me, or likewise, wait desperately for you get out from work, to just curl up on the couch and hold you for no reason at all other than because I can..." Even though my laugh had subsided, I still wore a broad smile as Chad continued to fumble though his explanation. Chad gave a heavy sigh, moved one of his hands to hold my chin, and then gently ran his thumb against a corner of my mouth. "...I want to be able to wake to that smile, and know you're smiling because you're waking beside me."

"Those are all very pleasant things mentioned for claiming to want 'everything.'" I sighed.

Chad nodded. "And anything unpleasant, I will wholly accept, and work with you as it arises, to make it as pleasant as possible." I felt my smile grow, but Chad seemed to become more agitated. "I don't normally pour my heart for just anyone, Zoey."

I laughed at his frustration. "Well, I don't normally sleep with guys on a first date."

"First date?" Chad repeated in a daze, drawing his face closer to mine while moving his hand to hold the side of my face.

"Yes." I breathed, nodding, and as I finished the word, Chad's lips met mine as if in a desperate attempt to prevent me from saying anything else that might alter the meaning of my answer. I eagerly kissed him back, but decided to tease him once more as we parted. "I love you, Chad, for such an amazing Valentine's first date."

"I know." He playfully retorted, and then kissed me again; leaving me to guess which interpretation he had embraced.