4 comments/ 10165 views/ 1 favorites Happy Birthday Series Pt. 01 By: Apple_of_Eden New Beginnings: Happy Birthday Baby! The sun is shining through the blinds covering the bedroom window. The room is quiet even in the late morning hours leading close to noon. The bedroom door bangs off the wall as he enters the room holding a tray full of breakfast items and signing, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you." There is no movement or response from the lump of a body laying in the bed with the blankets wrapped around it. All you can see is a curve here and there and some long dark blonde hair splayed over the top of the bed. "Hey Baby, wake up. Wake up Birthday Girl." She doesn't budge. "Do I have to kiss you awake? You know I have my ways. My special training, don't make me use it Leigha." "Leigha, wake up, it's your birthday." Matthew leans in to kiss the woman in his bed good morning and happy birthday. She grunts, pulls the cover over her head, and rolls over. She peeks out from under the cover, sticks out her tongue at him and says, "I want to sleep through my birthday." "Not happening, now sit up; I made you a birthday breakfast." In her best pouty voice, she says, "No, I don't want to." Matthew tries to sound commanding, but he can't hold back the laughter in his voice as he says, "Ok, Leigha Andrea Walsh, you asked for it, now you're in trouble, prepare for your punishment." Putting down the breakfast tray, he jumps on the bed, straddles her thighs and starts tickling her. She's laughing, yelling at him, and trying to get out from under the cover that is now tangled all around her. She is begging him to stop as she finally gets out from her tangled web of a blanket. Leigha opens her eyes with a smile. There is nothing better than being woken up by a good looking man. Especially, a good looking man that is half naked and carrying a breakfast tray. "Happy Birthday baby. Do you know how sexy you look when you are just waking up in the morning?" A sleepy light laugh escapes from Leigha. He looks down at her, giving one of his "oh, you don't believe me looks," with his eyebrow raised and only the right side of his mouth giving her a half smile. She knows that look and she knows what coming next. Matthew moves the tray on to the bedside table and sits on the side of the bed. "What, you think I'm lying? You know I don't lie to you." He reaches over and gently brushes back a stray lock of hair from her face. Playing with the curled lock of dark blonde hair, he looks directly into Leigha's eyes. A complete stillness takes over the room, complete silence as he just plays with her hair and stares into her eyes. The same beautiful emerald green eyes that he has been waking up to almost every day for the past two years. Gently, he strokes her cheek with his fingertips. He follows her cheek down her jaw line to her chin and stops. Slowly, he lifts her chin to look at him. It's hard to look at him when he has such love in his eyes. She didn't want to hurt him, but she knows she did and that hurts her just as much. Matthew leans in and gently kisses her mouth. He starts slowly at first, gently touching her lips. He kisses her top lip and pulls back, just an inch or two. He kisses her bottom lip and again pulls back. All the while keeping eye to eye contact. Pulling back a little he smiles, not his usual "I'm happy or I'm excited" smile, but a simple, "I'm here for you smile and I love you no matter what" smile. Tears start to form in Leigha's eyes. How can she do this to this man? The man she has been with for almost three years. The man she has practically been living with for the last two years. The man, who loves her, cares about and for her, the man who was there for her during the worst time of her life. The man who held her for hours as she cried inconsolably after getting the call from her sister, telling her their father had died. How can she just make a decision that changes everything? Still looking directly into her eyes, he smiles again. It's a sad smile, it doesn't reach his beautiful eyes, but he is trying. Trying his best for her; he would do anything to make her happy and if leaving makes her happy, than he wants it for her. "No tears." It is said tenderly, but he is definitely using his command voice. His "you better do as I say because I'm not putting up with any crap" voice. He leans in and kisses her hard. His kiss is hot and full of promise. He stokes her lips with the tip of his tongue. He kisses her bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth, slowly stroking his tongue back and forth over the soft puffy lip. He pulls back to look at her and tears are slowly flowing from the outer sides of her eyes as she lays flat on her pillow. They leave little rivers running down her temples and collect in her hair line, making her hair a little wet where they pool. Gently, he wipes the tears away. "I said no tears and I meant it. Now cut the shit." Leigha bites back her tears and gives him a weak smile. "I'm sorry." He kisses her again, this time a little longer, gently exploring her mouth with his tongue. He stops and looks into her glistening tear filled eyes; they are like wet emeralds staring back at him. He feels a sudden sense of loss, a real punch in the gut, lose your breath loss. Quickly, he pushes it down and hides it. Thinking to himself, Keep it together buddy, we both can't lose it! If you show any sign of pain or disappointment, she is going to go to pieces. It's her birthday; make it a day to remember for all the right reasons. With that thought firmly in his mind, he kisses her again. "No reason to be sorry, baby. Just cut the waterworks and let's enjoy your birthday." With that said she wipes her eyes and gives him her best "come hither, big boy" look. Matthew looks at her and decides the only way to turn this around is "play time". "Now let me think, what I can give you to start your birthday off right?" He gives her a look that would have most women tearing off their panties and jumping his bones. Luckily for her, she's not wearing panties. His normally dark brown eyes darken, almost blacken. He tilts his head to the side to size up the situation at hand and make a plan. He squares off his broad shoulders, he's focused and ready now. He has his plan of attack made. As soon as he gives her that look, she knows she is in trouble. One way or the other, Matthew is going to get what he wants. And right now, he wants her. Smiling at her, never losing eye contact, he says, "Sorry baby, breakfast will have to wait." He leans in, kissing her temples where the streaks of dried tears go down her face. Follows the path to her ears and kisses her earlobes. Sucking one into his mouth, he slowly plays with it with his tongue. He knows what will make her wet, what will make her cry his name; beg him to give her what she wants, what she needs. Leigha shifts her body a little as a shudder of pleasure shoots through her. He laughs, whispering in her ear, "remember what I'm doing to your earlobe baby, it will prepare you for what I plan on doing as I work my way south." Leigha gasps a breath as another warm pulse is sent through her body and targets the core of her sex. Immediately, she feels warmth between her legs and the beginning of pulsating beat at her sexual core. Matthew sucks her earlobe back into his mouth and starts to repeat his torture. He sucks on her earlobe, tickles his tongue back and forth over it, nips her lobe with his teeth and starts over again. Suck, tongue, nip; suck, tongue, nip; he then works his way down the side of her neck. Stopping for a moment he looks at her, her beautiful emerald eyes are still glistening, but not with tears. Leigha is entering her space, she is preparing her mind and her body for what is about to come next. He loves when she is in her space during sex, she is so relaxed, so at ease, so not her everyday self. That's when she gives herself to him, is truly his, his to do with what he wants. Not that he would ever do anything to hurt her or cause her pain. At least not pain that she couldn't convert into pleasure. Looking at her, he smiles, thinking, at least I got rid of those tears. He continues to kiss her neck, slowly he moves down to her collar bone, tracing it with his tongue. Gently, he whispers to Leigha, "sit up baby; I want to take off your night shirt." He slides his arm behind her and helps her to sit up; he pulls her shirt from under her thighs and butt. He looks over her body as he continues to remove her shirt. She lifts her arms and he removes her night shirt completely and tosses it to the floor. Smiling down at her naked body, he remembers how it took months for him to talk her in to sleeping in just a night shirt. He tried for completely naked, but she wasn't having any of that. Her reason was if she needed to get out of the apartment quickly, she didn't want have everyone see her naked. He never laughed so hard. He remembered saying, "So it's ok if they see you with your panties off and your ass and sex exposed?" She just shrugged and with a willful expression on her face said, "I'm compromising, take it or leave it." "Is this a hard limit or do I have a chance of changing your mind and going naked?" She smiled at him and said "non-negotiable, at least for now." It was at that moment, he knew they would have fun, they would enjoy each other and they would be good together. He had found a woman who was willing to negotiate, compromise, and submit when required, but was no push over. She was her own woman and she was a challenge he was willing to take. Memory locked away, he slowly laid her back down. Leaning up on his arm he continued to examine her body. Nothing makes him happier than having complete access to her body. She fills his senses like nothing else. She smells like a mix of fresh cut grass and freshly cut citrus. She looks beautiful in jeans and a T-shirt and gorgeous in a cocktail dress. The sound of her voice is strong and confident, but calming and warm at the same time. Unless she is really pissed at him, then she speaks very quietly and responds with one or two word answers. He knows she is not happy with him at that point and he is glad those times are few and far between, because it is a lot of work getting himself out of those situations. Her feel is soft and feminine, but her touch is hot and sensual. No matter how, when, where or why she is touching him, she always makes him feel a sexual desire. He feels like her touch seeps a sexual desire through his skin and directly into his blood system. It's like no other touch he has ever felt. He starts his gaze over from top to bottom. He needs to make a mental picture so he will never forget his Leigha, not that he ever could or would. He loves her dark golden blonde hair with its natural flips and waves. She doesn't dye it or highlight it like most women her age; it remains a beautiful dark golden blonde with all shades of blonde streaking through it, especially in the summer sun. He reaches out and plays with a small mass of hair draping over the pillow. Looking down her body he watches the pulse in her neck. Leaving her hair he starts to kiss at the site of her pulse. His hand continues to glide down her skin, across her chest, his fingers trace her collar bone to down to where it meets her breast bone. His kisses follow the path of his fingers. He looks at her breasts and they are perfect in his eyes. They are just large enough to completely fill his hand. Firm and yet soft at the same time, he loves how the skin of her breast is lighter than the areas of her body that are exposed to light every day. It makes them stand out. It makes him feel special because he is the only one who gets to see them, touch them, suckle them. He loves how her areola gets a darker shade of pink when she is excited, how her nipple gets even darker. He slowly traces around her left areola, gently encircling it several times before he gets his desired response, it darkens and her nipple rucks. Immediately, he feels himself harden, he can feel his blood pulsate to his cock. Her effect on him is immediate, it always has been. He wants her, needs her. He continues to massage and play with her left breast as he takes her right one in his mouth. He starts circling her nipple again, this time with his tongue. He flicks his tongue across her nipple, left to right, right to left, encircling it over and over again. Leigha moans and starts to arch upward to meet his tongue and mouth with greater force. Matthew smiles, while still orchestrating his oral maneuvering over her breast. He sucks harder and harder until she cries out. "Matthew, oh God, Matthew." Her voice is full of desire. He slows down and releases her nipple as a small sucking and pop sound is heard from his mouth. She grabs his head from behind, pushing him down, "don't stop baby, please, don't stop now. It feels so good, please don't stop yet." He laughs lightly then resumes his maneuvers. He glides his hand down over her abdomen it's mostly flat with a soft little bump just above her pubic area. She is fit but no defined muscles sticking out, his girl is womanly. Her abdomen, ass and thighs are firm enough, but soft and curvy so there is no question that she is all women. She is comfortable with her body and that makes her sexier in his mind. God only knows that he is comfortable with her body. Any man would want to take her to bed and make love to her. Often! His hand continues to make its way over her lower abdomen to her sex. His mouth leaves her breast and intermittently kisses or nips its way down the path his hand just left. He stops. Leaning up on his left arm he watches her response. She sighs. He lifts his head and looks up at Leigha's face, she is flushed and biting the right side of her lower lip. He loves when she does that. It's a habit she does when she is nervous, worried, or excited. Right now, she is a little of all three. His cock is pulsating and he rubs it against the side of her thigh, thinking it would give him a little relief, he's so wrong. He becomes harder and is standing firm and at full attention now. He swears he has never been this hard before. Leigha moans and gives out a little cry as she reaches down to stroke his hard cock against her leg. Matthew closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and swallows. Leigha continues her light strokes, but as she goes to encircle the shaft of his cock with her hand, he gentle removes it. "Not yet baby, you keep that up and I'm not going to be able to complete my mission." He presses the palm of his hand over her pubic area, making circular motions with the base of his palm. He lightly strokes the pads of his forefinger and center finger down her labia and slowly drags his nails lightly back up. Front to back, back to front, he stokes her like this for a few minutes while he watches her try not to wiggle. Her arms are tensed, every visible muscle in her body is contracting and by the look of things, those that are not visible are also contracting. She is at her limit. But, she knows if she shows any sign of sexual stress or wanting he will drag it out longer and prolong her need. How well they know each other and yet, they always seem to find something new, something exciting to keep each other stimulated and happy. He will miss that. He will miss her, maybe more than he thought possible. He strokes her labia again and she bucks, arching her pelvis up to meet his touch. He smiles and mockingly asks, "Is there something wrong baby? Is there something you want? Something I can help you with?" His smile is bordering on sardonic, but his touch remains light and his words are teasing and frustrating at the same time. Leigha moans out a few words, they are almost incomprehensible because she is so tightly wound with desire. Pretending not to hear her, Matthew responds, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't hear you. Did you say something?" Smiling at her discomfort and knowing she is about to beg, he continues to stroke her labia but now, he adds to her frustration by leaning over her and gently blowing on her pussy. She arches up, crying out, "No more teasing Matthew please!" "Please what baby? Please stop? Are you asking me to stop? Just say the word and I will stop baby, you know I will. Do you want me to stop?" His eyes are dark like the blackened midnight sky, his breathing has increased and he feels like his heart is going to fall out of his chest anytime now. But he maintains control over his need and so far, over his cock. Leigha's response is segmented, her voice deep and husky and she tries to breathe and speak at the same time. "No, Matthew. Don't stop, just get on with it! Please just do it, I need you to do it, now!" He is on the cusp of losing it himself, but still he has the need to hear her ask for it, to tell him what she wants, to beg him for what she needs. He won't give "it" to her until she begs him and she knows it. "What do you want baby? Tell me and it's yours. You know what you have to do. Now just do it and I'll give you what you want." His breathing and heart rate quicken. His touch becomes firmer and he sinks one finger into her folds just to push her to submit. She cries and starts to beg him, "Please Matthew, please touch me, please lick me, please make me come." He smiles, he got what he wanted and now it's time to give her what she wants. "My pleasure baby, my pleasure" with that said, he sinks two fingers into her folds and starts stroking her. Matthew makes sure he touches every crease, every crevice of her pussy until she is bucking wildly to achieve more pressure. "I need to come Matthew, please let me come." She begs. He quickly slides his fingers into her vaginal opening. She is so wet and silky he almost comes just from the feel of her on his fingers. Her sexual scent is driving him crazy. His cock is pulsating and he knows he needs to enter her soon. While he increases the speed and pressure of his fingers fucking her, he places his mouth over her clit and finishes her off the way he started on her earlobe. He takes her clit in his mouth and orchestrates his maneuvers, suck, lick, nip, suck, lick, and nip. He continues over and over, never missing a beat with his fingers as he feels Leigha tighten around his digits. He feels her need as she bucks her pelvis upward into his face. He ensures that there is no space between his mouth and her clit as he continues with his sucking. As he changes his mouths position, he places his lips tightly around her clit and rapidly pulls and sucks her clit without stopping. She is wild now. She is bucking her pelvis, clenching the muscles of her sex walls, and crying out. "Matthew, Matthew, Oh God, Matthew!" and with that she comes. Her secretions soak his fingers, his mouth, and his chin. He removes his fingers from her but continues to lick her softly until she slows her movements and her moans cease. She is slow to come down from her orgasm. Before she levels out completely, he whispers, "spread your legs for me baby." She tries, but she can't seem to move them. "I can't." Her voice is quiet and far off sounding. "Here baby, let me help you." Matthew gently spreads her legs and strokes her inner thighs. Looking up, he sees her eyes are open, but definitely glazy. "Are you with me baby? I need to know that you're still with me baby. Leigha, answer me." She barely nods her head. Matthews voice changes. He is slightly louder, but not yelling. He is definitely using what Leigha calls his "command voice." "Leigha, I need you to answer me. Leigha, I need to hear your words. I am not going to fuck you if you're head isn't in the right place. Are you with me Leigha? Are you out of your sub space enough to know what's going on?" Happy Birthday Series Pt. 01 He takes her chin in his hand and looks into her eyes. Still nothing, "Damn it Leigha, answer me now!" She takes a deep breath and barely lifts her head to look down at him. She blinks her eyes a few times to clear her vision and finally answers him. Smiling, she says, "Yes, Matthew, I'm with you. I'm clear." Relief comes over Matthew's face, but now he requires relief for his cock. In a gentler, but still firm tone, he gives her instruction on what he now wants from her. "Leigha, you're going to need to hold onto something baby. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up and I'm going to need both my hands. I want you to roll onto your abdomen and scoot up to the head board." As she follows his instructions, he continues, "Put the pillow on top of the head board. I don't want your head banging off the top if you are too weak to keep your grasp on it." She does as she is told. "Now, hold the top of the bed and spread your legs for me baby. I need you now baby. I want you now. I'm not going to take you gently Leigha. I'm going to take you hard. Are you okay with that baby?" "Yes, Matthew. Take me." As he gets to his knees behind her, he can't take his eyes off her ass. "God Leigha, you have a beautiful ass. Remind me to take that later when you have more stamina." Matthew laughs as she huffs and calls him an ass. "No baby, I'm talking about your ass. And you're not supposed to use those names with me. We talked about this on numerous occasions. We have rules remember?" He slaps her ass cheek playfully but with some force and says, "I'll remind you about this later and decide on what actions to take. Right now, I'm in need of your full cooperation." He leans down and kisses her mid-back area, following her spine he kisses right down to the top of her ass crack. He tips his head to the right and bites her ass cheek, leaving a light bite mark. He laughs thinking, now that will be there tomorrow. Leigha squeals and tightens up her muscles. "I guess I have your undivided attention now, don't I?" He takes his cock in hand and strokes it. He removes his hand from his cock and slides it between Leigha's legs. Stroking over her sex, he gathers her secretions in his hand and returns it to his cock. He strokes it again, this time it is much easier and less painful to his fully engorged and overly sensitive cock, sliding her secretions all over his shaft he then licks what is left on his hand before entering her. God, I love the taste of her, the smell of her. I love sinking my fingers into her, my tongue into her, and right now, my cock into her. He holds both of her hips as he enters her in one firm swift move, impaling his entire shaft into her in the first stroke. He knows he is rather large and thick, but Leigha is use to his size. Leigha enjoys his size in her and he enjoys being in her. She cries out in passion and desire as he enters her again. Over and over, she feels him pull out until just the head of his cock is at her sex hole and then forcefully pushes back into her. Her body is shaking, her mind overloaded with sensations and feelings, her eyes are closed, but she is almost blinded by the white lights bursting behind her lids. Her mouth is dry, her voice is hoarse, and her words are dripping with need as she cries, "more Matthew, more. Give me all of you Matthew." Breathing harsh and rapid, he starts to fuck her harder. His motions are firm and rapid, he is thrusting into her with every fiber of his being and she is pushing back for more. God, he is going to miss her, miss making love to her. Miss the way she makes love back to him. "More Matthew, more. I'm close. I need to feel you more." She cries out to him. He continues to give her his full attention, stridently entering her with full force and the entire length of his cock. His balls are making that slapping sound against her ass and thighs. Sweat is breaking out on his face and arms. He keeps stoking in and out and she keeps pushing back to him. He moves his right arm around her and starts to stimulate her clit. He slides his fingers between her lips and finds the little bud full of nerves. Alternating between circular strokes and then light and firm taps of his finger, he feels her tighten. He clit comes to attention and is rock hard. Her breathing changes and she is gasping each breath. He is trying to control himself but, every time she gasps, she clenches and her silky sheath of muscles grips his cock in what feels like a small vise. She is killing him slowly, too slowly. He can't wait any longer, "how close baby?" He barely is able to get the words out in a coherent manner. She cries, "Close, so close." With that, Matthew, using his "command voice" says, "pinch your nipples, Leigha. Pinch them hard and don't stop until you come for me. Pinch them now and don't stop." He continues his thrusts and feels his own needs escalate every time she tightens around him. "Do you hear me? Repeat back to me what I want you to do." He growls his command at her. For a second, there is no response. "Now Leigha, repeat!" "Yes, Matthew." Gasping for breath she repeats, "You want me to pinch my nipples hard and not to stop until I come." Each word is said separately as she tries to breath between them. "Good girl. Do it now, Leigha." Matthew's need is audible at this point. As she lets go of the head board she reaches for her nipples. Matthew takes her additional weight and holds her around the waist with his left arm. She cries out as she starts to pinch her already over sensitive nipples, but she does as told. She pinches hard and keeps pinching. She is crying out and bucking back, at the same time she is hissing out curses. She just keeps repeating, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Matthew continues his assault on her with his cock and stops stroking her clit. He leans into her more and pinches the little bud hard and tight, sending her into a cascade of spasms as she cries out. She feels like she is coming apart at the seams. "Now, baby. Come for me now, I want you to come for me now Leigha." His words wash over her; she is barely able to hear him because her heartbeat is so loud in her own head. She hears the need in his voice and that is all it takes to give into her release. Her body shakes, she is drenched in her own sweat. Her orgasm rakes through her body. Exploding from the center of her sex outward first through her body's core, then out through her arms and legs. Every nerve ending in her body is firing at once. Ripple after ripple of electrical energy is firing off from her sex and she feels a vibrating like hum throughout her body. She can feel her secretions on her inner thighs. Her own moans are foreign to her. Matthew continues to plunge his cock into her pussy while her silken walls are contracting around him. Her pussy is gripping his cock in her and then releasing pressure, gripping and releasing. He can't stand it much longer. One, two, three, he continues to impale his cock in her he can't take it any longer. He has to release his need, he lets go of what little control he has left and his cum shoots out in multiple spurts flooding her already saturated pussy. His body feels like it is in a complete spasm, he throws his head back and cries out her name. The room is silent with the exception of one word, "Leigha..." is drawn out of his mouth as if it is the last word he will ever speak. His legs give out as his thighs have been holding both of their weights for far too long. As gallantly as possible, he tries to take Leigha down to the bed while not wanting to pull out of her yet. Still impaled in her sex, he lays her on her side, her back to his chest and abdomen. Both of them are working on breathing. His left arm is still around her. He pulls her so close there is no room between them. Skin on skin, hot sweaty skin on hot sweaty skin. She can feel his heartbeat echo through her body as her back rests against him. He takes his right hand and strokes her hip and thigh. Loving the touch of her warm silken skin after sex. Anytime really. She takes a deep breath, reaching back, she finds his forearm. She strokes it as he strokes her body. She reaches down and interlaces her fingers with his. He squeezes her fingers. She brings his hand up to her face and kisses it. Softly, she whispers over their joined hands, "Thank you." He kisses the back of her neck, "Thank you" he whispers back. "Happy Birthday Baby." He whispers in her ear as he kisses the back of her neck. As their breathing slows and their heart beats calm, they fall asleep in each other's arms. Before he is fully asleep, Matthew takes another mental picture. This one is of Leigha curled against him. His arm wrapped around her and their fingers interlocked. This is the picture he will always remember, always cherish. He has one last thought before he is engulfed in sleep. "Making love to and fucking with Leigha is sometimes like watching wild animals mate. The two of us are like the lion and the lioness. He scents her, she lets him. He pursues, she detours. He bites, she scratches. And in the end all is well. We both love the back and forth play and teasing we do to each other before we give in and both receive the pleasure of each other's bodies, each other's sex, and each other's passion. We just play different roles and take our own sweet time to get there." Happy Birthday Series Pt. 02 The Holding Cell Hind sight is twenty-twenty or so they say. In this case, hind sight is better than twenty-twenty, maybe more like twenty-ten. Most people don't realize there is better than twenty-twenty vision. Well, there is, I only wish I had it. Especially right now, in this situation, a situation I know I have little to no control over. No matter what I said or did, I would most likely have ended up in this same situation. I always hate the times when I start thinking, "If only I." It's never a good sign when a statement starts off that way. I find it annoying because it implies that I had the opportunity to know what would happen if I had chosen or done "option A" versus follow "option B". If only I stopped drinking earlier. If only I wasn't driving alone. If only I waited to pull over in a more populated area. If only I waited for a better lighted area. If only I waited for Marcus. If only...I fucking hate scenarios that start with, "If only." It wasn't until I saw the flashing blue lights that it even occurred to me that I could get pulled over tonight. I felt perfectly normal. My mind was clear, my speech was fine, I had nothing to worry about or so I thought. That was until the officer came to my driver's door and flashed his light into my face. I remember thinking I had maybe two glasses of wine at the club. It was my birthday, but I didn't want to get drunk. A third glass of wine was on the table, but I had barely touched it. At most a few sips. It wasn't even very late when I left the club. I recall looking at my watch thinking, you should stop drinking now. I even had a bottle of water to hydrate me a little more. I promised to leave by midnight, but it was maybe one in the morning by the time I actually said my good byes to my friends. Before I left, they sang Happy Birthday for the tenth time. I waved good night and walked to my car. "The Holding Cell" was a club I have partied at many times. I know a lot of people at the club. I celebrated my last three birthdays there. If only I let someone call a taxi for me, things may be different right now, but I didn't. I didn't really need a ride. I was perfectly fine when I left the club. Well, I'm not so fine now am I? Right now, I'm cold. I'm tired and my arms hurt. The cuffs are a little tight on my wrists. The back of the chair is too wide and my arms are pulled tight. The rope around my midsection bites into my skin whenever I move. My knees and ankles are tied against the chair legs. I could handle the ropes and cuffs if I wasn't so cold. If I wasn't so cold, I could talk myself into a quiet place in my head, into my quiet space. I can't do that now. My skin is goose pimpled. My fingers and toes are frozen. I can't stop myself from shivering. Is it only the cold? Is it my anxiety more than cold? Is it the combination of nervousness and cold? This room smells funny. It's a combination of old and wet musty dampness. It smells like someone's basement or some storage area. It's a scary smell. It makes you think of all of those seventies horror films where the girl is kidnapped and placed in a cellar or a barn before being raped or murdered, or both. I don't know if I'm happy that he blindfolded me and I can't see or if I could see, would it scare me more? Right now, I'm fighting back the urge to scream, but if I had to see exactly where I am, I might not be able to keep that control. I might lose it and start to act out, if I start to scream, then I would probably start to cry. I know that's what he wants. That's what he is waiting for from me. Well, he will have to wait a long time because I'm not going to give in to him. I won't scream. I won't cry out. I won't let myself fall into that trap and give him exactly what he wants. I won't let him win. I'm tired. I'm cold and tired. I'm afraid to fall asleep because I know he is watching me. I didn't see any cameras, but I know he's watching me. I can feel his eyes on me. He's waiting for me to falter, even just a little. He's waiting for me to break, to beg him. I won't do it. I refuse. Oh god, how did I get myself into this mess; more importantly, how can I get myself out of it? Think about it Ally, how did this happen? How did he get you here? What did he say? Think. I was driving down Kelly Drive headed out of the city. It was dark. No one was on the road. I was going a little fast, maybe 55 mph in a 45 speed zone. Cops never pull you over for that. Then as I passed under the bridge, I saw his car in my rearview mirror. I tapped my brakes. Shit! I tapped my brakes and let him know I was over the speed limit. That's when he put his lights on and pulled me over. "License and registration Miss." "Yes Officer. Can you tell me why you pulled me over?" I asked as if I had no clue of any wrong doing. "I think you know why Miss." He stated flatly. "No Officer, I really don't." Maybe if I play the dumb blonde he'll let me off with a warning. "Then why did you hit your brakes as you passed my car?" I could hear his tease and cockiness in his voice. He was baiting me. I think he might have actually laughed at me a little. "I didn't realize I did Officer." I held back the sarcastic answer that I really wanted to say to him. "Your name is Allison Walsh?" "Yes Officer." "Miss Walsh is this your current address?" He handed me back my license. "Yes, it is." "Miss Walsh have you been drinking this evening?" I could hear in his voice that he already knew the answer and was waiting for me to lie to him. "Yes, I had a drink tonight with dinner." Ok, so it was bending the truth a little. The two glasses of wine was my dinner tonight. "Are you telling me that you had one drink and no more than one drink?" "Yes Officer, I am." "Miss Walsh please step out of the car." "Why?" My voice faltered and cracked as I asked. It always gets a little shaky when I'm nervous. "Two reasons. One I want to perform a field sobriety test on you. Two because I'm an officer of the law and I just told you to. Do you have an issue with either of those reasons Miss Walsh?" "No Officer." I was saying "no," but I really wanted to be saying "Oh fuck!" "Good to hear. Now please step out of the car and come with me Miss." I walked with him toward his car and didn't really think twice about it. He asked me to step off the road and onto the side of the grass and I did. When he walked over to me, he opened the back door of the car and took out a small black box. He handed me the breathalyzer and told me to blow into it. When I reached out for it, he grabbed my hand and quickly cuffed my right wrist. Without warning, he was pushing me face down into the back seat of the car. He pulled my arms behind me and cuffed both wrists together. He was on top of me in seconds; then he reached down and quickly placed a second pair of cuffs on my ankles. I was screaming, but there was no one around to hear it. It was almost two in the morning and I was on a deserted area of road. Once he had my hands and ankles cuffed, he gagged me. I was still trying to scream, but it was no use. All I could hear was my own muffled voice and cries for help. It was over in less than two minutes. He left me there, face down on the back seat, as he went to move my car off the road. I could hear him start it up, back up on to the gravel parking area and then shut off the motor again. No one would think twice about a car being parked off the road here. Especially on a weekend when the joggers always park here when they run. I don't know where he took me, but I do know it was only about twenty minutes away. So, I know I am just outside of the city line. When he brought me here, he blindfolded me and carried me in over his shoulder. He brought me to this room and left me here. He placed me on the cold cement floor and walked out, slamming the heavy door closed as he left. I could hear him talking to another man in the hall. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I did hear part of their conversation as the other man opened the door. "Any trouble or problems?" A deeper voice asked. It was muffled and kept low on purpose. "No. No problem at all. It was easier than I thought it would be." That was the Officer's voice. "Good. She's not hurt is she?" "No. I cuffed her and then it was smooth sailing from there. She screamed a lot, but she really couldn't fight much. I had her face down in the back seat in seconds. You might want to look into that in the future." "Thanks. I owe you." The deep voice said and laughed. "No problem brother. One day I may ask you to kidnap a beauty for me." He laughed and I heard him walk away. "Any time my brother, any time." The deep voice said. Jesus, these two are talking about kidnapping me as if it's something they do for each other all of the time. I wonder if they have brought women here before and if so, what did they do to them? That was the original sequence of events that landed me in this situation. After that it was one crazy event after another and I'm not sure what else he has planned for me. It started off intense and then got more so. I could hear the man walking toward me and my body automatically stiffened. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was right next to me. I knew he was looking at me, no examining me. I could feel the hot stare of his eyes as they wondered over my body. I felt him stop at my neck, then my chest, finally I could feel his eyes staring at my backside. I was so uncomfortable by his stare I actually rolled my body over so that he couldn't see my butt. He laughed at my attempt to evade his gaze. "You can roll around all you want. It won't stop me from doing exactly what I want and when I want. If you are thinking about screaming, go ahead no one will hear you. If you're thinking about resisting me, go ahead I enjoy a little toss and tumble." I could feel him walk closer to me. He took the tip of his boot and ran it up and down the side of my body. Then he placed the sole of his boot on my hip bone and pushed me over as if he was rolling a log. He placed the tip of his boot under the hem of my skirt and flipped it up higher. "If you're thinking about scratching, biting, hitting, or kicking me, you might want to think again. I won't let that pass without punishing you for it, so you might want to think that over twice before you make your decision." My hands were still cuffed behind me and it hurt to have my body weight lying on top of them. I winched but I made sure not to make a sound. I refused to give him anything, even the smallest cry of discomfort. "So, you're going to play it like a hard ass. Good, I like people who think they're hard assed. I like that a lot, especially in a beautiful woman. I like a little challenge." He laughed as he walked around me. "Twenty-five years on the job Princess, I've seen it all. No one loves playing and breaking the hard ass more than I do and I'm good at it. I'm really very good at it and I happen to enjoy it." I swear the last part of his statement was growled out. His voice was so gravely it sent shivers throughout my body. It annoyed me that my body responded to his tone and it irritated me that he called me by my pet name. I usually hate when other people try to call me "Princess." For some reason, it didn't sound so bad coming from him. My boyfriend Marcus is the only one who calls me "Princess." When anyone other than Marcus says it, it sounds condescending or odd. He leaned down and I could feel his hand as he brushed my hair out of my face. He stroked his fingertips over my cheek. Then down my jaw line and finally his hand was holding the front of my neck. He squeezed tightly enough to let me know he was in charge and there was little to nothing I could do about it. "Do you understand what I'm telling you? Is my meaning clear to you?" His voice was deep and commanding. I knew I had to answer or he was going to squeeze my throat tighter. I just nodded my head "yes." Then he moved his hand from my throat and slid it down along my breast bone. When he came to the front of my bra, he felt the clasp between my breasts. "A front closure, it's been a while since I've seen one of these. I like front clasps. They're so easy to unsnap and reveal my gifts." He laughed as he said it and then he traced his fingers along my bra line. He started to massage my breasts through my shirt and I could feel my nipples start to respond to his touch. All I could think was "Oh Shit, please don't respond to him. Please don't." It was too late. My nipples were hard and through the light material of my silk blouse, I knew it would be obvious to him. "Oh Princess, I didn't expect you to be so responsive so early in our play. Are you always this quick to respond? Or maybe it's just me; maybe you like me. Maybe you like what I'm doing. What do you say love, do you like it?" "No." I shook my head back and forth over and over. "No. No. No." "I think you do. I think your body knows you do. I know you do and so do you. Don't lie to me again. When I ask you a question, I expect a truthful answer. If you lie to me again, I will punish you. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I nodded my head, "yes." He didn't say it in a mean or threatening manner, but I knew he meant it. "Good Princess. Now let the games begin. Do you like playing games?" I wanted to say no, but I thought he would know I was lying. So, I nodded "yes" again. "Good. I'm very glad you didn't try to lie to me. I know a lot about you Princess, so don't try to get away with anything. In fact, I know all about you. I even know that you just celebrated a birthday. Happy Birthday Princess." He pinched my nipples as he said it and automatically my body arched into his touch. As he started to talk, I could hear the satisfaction in his voice that my body's response gave him. "I've watched you very closely for a very long time. I'm very much aware of what you like and dislike. I'm also aware of what you like to do and how you like it done, so don't try to play me." He said as he started to laugh mockingly. All I could think was "What does he mean by that, what exactly is he planning and why is he laughing?" "Here are the rules to our play session. Are you listening?" I nodded my head, "yes." "First rule is always speak the truth, never lie to me Princess, because I will know. Understand?" Again, I nodded. "Yes." "Second rule is answer my questions without delay. A delay will result in punishment." I nodded affirmative before he had the chance to ask me if I understood. "Third is do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. This is a very important rule. You only do what I tell you, do not stray from my command. Do you understand?" "Yes." I said with a shake of my head up and down. "The next two rules are please me and I will reward you. Displease me and I will punish you. In fact, if you fail to follow any of my rules, I will punish you." He moved his hand to the buttons of my blouse and unbuttoned the first one. "The last rule Princess is you must call me 'Sir' when you speak or answer me. Do you understand the rules Princess?" Again, all I could do was nod my head in the affirmative. It was his game, his rules. All I hoped for was that I was going to be able to make it through this "play session"? I just kept telling myself, "Do whatever you have to do to get through this. Do whatever he asks and everything will be fine." All I could think was this man is a control freak. He's giving me rules after having me kidnapped, demanding I play his game, and God only knows what else will happen tonight. I was really rethinking my decisions from earlier in the evening. I was thinking this would have never happened if I was with my boyfriend. I wish I never argued with Marcus about going out. I wish I had just waited for him to come home and we could have gone out together. I was too stubborn. I was going to teach him a lesson. I even said that to him. I could hear my exact words, "Listen Marcus, I'm tired of always having to wait. It's my birthday and I'm not waiting anymore. I'm going out to meet some friends. If you get off and want to join us, we'll be at The Holding Cell. If not, that's ok too." Then I disconnected our call before he had a chance to say anything. I regretted my move about a second too late. I knew that it was the wrong thing to do and I knew that Marcus would not be happy with it or me. Ten seconds later he called again. I thought the smartest thing to do was to let it go to voice mail. Well, maybe not the 'smartest,' but definitely the path of least resistance at this point. I was mad because he is always late and thinks it's ok because he says, "It's work Ally, you know I don't have the type of job that you just can leave." What else was new, it was always work and Marcus was always late. I had to meet up with friends, I just couldn't wait. On the way to the club, I listened to his voice message. "Ally, I'm sorry. I know it's your special night but I have obligations here and you know that. We've talked about this and you agreed to our plan of how to handle things. Hanging up on me was NOT part of the plan. I have something special planned tonight. Something special you said you wanted. Happy Birthday Love, I'll be with you A.S.A.P and we WILL talk about this again." My mind kept flashing between wanting Marcus here and hoping I could do what is demanded of me. I've never been good at following rules or following orders. "Listen to me Princess. I'm going to take the cuffs off of your ankles and help you to stand up. I don't want you to move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" I nodded "yes." "Good, now don't disappoint me." He said as he placed his hand on my hip and then slowly slid it down to where my skirt hem ended high on my leg. He slid his fingers up and toward the inside of my thigh, reaching between my legs. I spontaneously pulled my hips back and felt his hand slap my thigh. "Princess, did you forget rule number three? You are to do exactly as I say. I told you not to move unless I said to." "Em surrey." The gag made my words sound slurred. I shook my head no and mumbled "sorry" again. "Saying your sorry is very good, but it doesn't change the fact you broke a rule. So, for your punishment, I think I will strip you naked." "Pweezz Boont." I was nervous and no matter how many times I said, "Please don't", I knew he would and could do anything he wanted to and I couldn't stop him. "First let's take off these boots and lovely leggings. Did you know how much I love thigh high leggings when you put these on tonight?" He laughed. He unzipped my boots and pulled them off. Then I felt his hands sliding up my right leg. He hesitated mid-way up my thigh and started to massage my flesh. His fingers were alternating pressure and release movements up my thigh until he felt the lacey elastic top of my legging. Then slowly he started to pull it down my leg. He repeated the same motions up my left leg. I knew it was wrong, so wrong. I shouldn't be feeling like this but I couldn't help it. My body was starting to respond to his touch again. I could feel the muscles in my cunt clench tight. I couldn't believe what was happening. As his hands reached the top of my left legging, he didn't stop his massaging technique. He kept moving up my thigh inch by inch. I pulled my legs together so he couldn't touch me intimately, but I knew he would do it anyway. As my legs closed tightly together, he laughed at my efforts to stop him. "Princess, do you really think you can prevent me from what I want? You just broke rules three, four, and five. Now, I have to enforce three more punishments on you." Happy Birthday Series Pt. 02 "Pweezz top, pweezz top it." "You can ask me all night long to 'please stop,' but I won't. I suggest the next time you speak to me, you end your statement with 'Sir' or I'm really going to be unhappy with you. That's another rule broken Princess. That's going to cost you a spanking." Even before he finished his sentence, his left arm was hooked under my knees and he had my legs up in the air. He lifted me just high enough that my ass was in reach and then he quickly administered ten sharp blows with his hand to my ass. The only saving grace was that he altered ass cheeks with each strike. He was fast and efficient, ten seconds, ten spanks. The sting was so hot, the surface of my ass tingled. I cried out with the first spank because I wasn't expecting it so fast. After that, I just bit my lip and let the sting and heat overtake me. I don't know why I get so excited from a good old fashion spanking, but I do. I felt my panties become wet before the tenth blow even hit me. In my mind, there isn't much that's more exciting than being spanked by a man's hand. Once again, I got the feeling that he knew this. "I have plans for you Princess and you are just going to have to accept that. The faster you come to terms with it, the easier it will be for both of us. Now, for your three additional punishments, hmmm, I will have to think of something special. Maybe while I finish stripping you something will come to mind. Something that's fun and maybe a little naughty. Something that's deliciously sexy." He was skilled at removing my clothing. Once he had my leggings off, he simply reached up and removed my panties. "Your ass is a nice bright pink Princess." He said as he started to gently rub his hands over my warmed ass cheeks. It felt almost as good as the spanking. I clenched my sex tight because I could feel myself getting wetter. It was impossible to stop my body from reacting to this man's touch. When he was done rubbing my ass, he started to unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it down my arms. My new silk blouse hung from my wrists, prevented from going any further by the handcuffs still restraining my hands behind my back. He unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor as he stood me up. He pulled me to standing position so quickly that my body collided with his. He was strong and had a solid built large frame. Now I was standing in front of him with just my bra on and my blouse hanging from my wrists. "Fuck Princess! Do you know how fucking sexy you look standing there like that? Your hair is a little messy but it's sexy on you. Your tear stained face makes you look so innocent and vulnerable. Standing there naked with just your bra, a blindfold and a gag on are turning me on so bad. Princess, you look good enough to eat." A shiver went down my body as he said that. I felt his hands come to rest on my shoulders and he pushed my bra straps down. I felt his hands glide over the front of my chest and I made a noise I didn't recognize. I wasn't sure if it was a moan or cry through the gag, but he didn't seem to notice or care. "Pweeze. Pweeze Swir." "That's much better. Good girl Princess." He sighed as his hands unhooked the front of my bra and my breast spilled out of their cups. He pushed the bra down my arms and it rested with my blouse. I stood there completely naked, gaged, and blindfolded. It was cold and a little damp in this room. My skin was covered in goose bumps my nipples were erect and firm. As cold as it was, I could still feel the heat beginning between my legs. Somehow, this was exciting me more and more with his every touch. "I told you Princess, you can ask me to stop all night long, but I won't. We're going to have some fun tonight. I promise you will like it." He whispered in my ear. I could feel the warmth of his breath over my cheek as he bent his head down and kissed my neck. Then he licked me along the fleshy part of my breasts and pulled my nipple into his mouth. He started to suck on it. He would suck and then circle his tongue around it, then repeat his actions. He wasn't exaggerating before he does know what I like. I swallowed hard and I felt my whole body shudder. "You have beautiful breasts Princess. They are too beautiful to be covered up." His voice was deep and breathy as he continued to fondle my breasts with his hands, mouth and tongue. I told myself, "You need to stop this. You need to pull away, pull away from him." For some reason, I couldn't make my body move. I stood there as he sucked on my breasts, as he pinched my nipples, and as my body responded to his touch. I hated myself for reacting to him so easily. He knew exactly what I liked and just how to do it to get the best reply from my body. He laughed as my body arched into his touch. Then he slid his hand between my legs and cupped it over my sex. He started rubbing the heel of his hand in circles over my pubic area. I could feel my cunt sopping in its own juices and my body rocked forward into his hand. A second later, his middle finger slid between my sex lips. Slowly he glided it along my insides sliding along my folds and over my openings. I moaned and pushed forward hard. He pulled his hand away and I almost fell to my knees. "Now that's more like it Princess. That's exactly what I want to see from you. I want to know you like what I'm doing and that your body enjoys it. At the moment however, we still have to address your punishment for breaking the rules. I think I promised you punishments that were fun, naughty, and delicious." "Let's do fun first." He sounded so sexy. His voice deep and husky. As he said it, he slid his fingers between my sex again and started to stroke me. He started off slow, but quickly escalated in pace. He had three fingers in my slit stroking back and forth. It didn't last long before he placed his middle finger inside of me as he kept up the motions. Only now he was also finger fucking me. "Are you having fun Princess?" He asked as my pelvis moved with his hand and my legs began to weaken. He added a second finger inside of me and started to fuck me harder. The faster and harder he moved inside of me the more my body leaked my juices into his hand. I felt my knees ready to give out and the next thing I knew, he was pushing me down onto a metal chair. As I hit the seat, he spread my legs and continued to finger me hard. My head fell back and my breathing started to come in gasps. My knees were shaking and I was close to coming. I could feel the muscles inside of me shuddering. I clenched down hard on his fingers and tried to pull my knees together. I arched my back just about to reach orgasm when he pulled his fingers from me. "Uhhh! Nooo!" I cried around the gag. "Not so soon Princess. That was fun though wasn't it?" His voice was deep but it remained calm. I knew he was waiting for me to answer, but all I wanted to do was scream at him. I hated being edged and he seemed to know this too. That was part of my punishment. Marcus loved to tease me and punish me like this. He loved to make me beg before he would let me cum and I hated it when he did it, but not for long. "Did you hear my question Princess? Because love, I'm waiting for your answer." "Noooo!" I tried to scream at him but the gag stopped me from being able to yell loud. "Yes it was and you know it. You may not want to admit it, but your body has already done so. I promised a fun punishment and I delivered one. Now it's time to deliver a naughty punishment. I've been thinking about this Princess, I think you'll really like this one." I could hear in his voice that he was enjoying this. He actually was excited about what he was planning on doing next. Before I had a chance to think about it, he pulled me up from the chair and turned me around. He stood right behind me with my back against him. As he spoke, his breath caressed my cheek. He put his arms around me and his hands moved over my breasts, playing with them until my nipples hardened again. He started to pinch my nipples and pull on them, lifting my breast as he did. I was trying not to give in to his touch again, but it was a losing battle. He knew my body and everything that turned me on. He tightened his grasp on my nipples until I cried out and leaned back against him. I could feel his erection rub against my lower back as he held me there. "I'm going to ask you again Princess and this time I want the truth. Do you like this? Does it feel good?" "Yeeess." I mumbled around the gag. At this point there was no reason in lying. He could see my body's response and he knew I was enjoying his touch. I liked all of this and I couldn't deny or explain it. All I knew was that there was nothing I could do about it, so I decided to just go along with whatever he did and enjoy it. "Good Princess, I'm glad. I'm happy you like it and even happier that you didn't lie to me. As a reward for pleasing me, I'm going to remove your gag so I can hear you when you tell me how much you appreciation your 'naughty' punishment." He untied the gag and tossed it. He pulled back on my cuffed wrists with one hand and held me still. Then he slid his other hand slowly up my back until he held the back of my neck in his grasp. He gently pushed down until I was bent over at the waist. Head down, bare ass up and facing him. "Does that feel better with the gag out of your mouth?" "Yes, thank you." My mouth was so dry that I had to swallow a few times before I felt my throat stop burning. "Yes what Princess?" His voice was hard but remained even in volume. "Yes Sir, thank you." I corrected my response. "Very good," he said as he slapped my ass with one hard whack of his hand. "Don't forget the 'Sir' again or you will feel the heat of my hand as I spank your ass red this time. Understand?" "Yes Sir, sorry Sir." "That's a good girl. Now Princess, I want you to place your right knee up on the chair. It's right in front of you. Don't worry, I won't let you fall." I hesitated just long enough to make him feel the need to remind me of who was in control. He tugged the cuffs upward pulling my arms back and causing my breasts to jut outward. "Do it now. Place your knee on the seat." He commanded. He held tight to the cuffs and my neck as I did as he instructed. When my knee was on the seat, he started to tell me what he was going to do. "Spread your legs wider." I could hear the lust in his voice. All of a sudden he sounded very raspy. He gave another little yank on the cuffs to remind me he was in control and that I should obey him. I did. I had to make a bouncing movement to move my left leg over while I was half kneeling on the chair with my right leg. "I love the way your ass and tits bounces when you hop like that. I could watch you do that for hours. I just may have you do that again for me." Then he laughed as he slapped my ass again, but much softer. "Now Princess, I'm going to fuck you from behind. I'm going to fuck you hard, so be ready. This will be a naughty fuck my love, a very naughty fuck." He removed his hand from behind my neck and slid it between my legs. He pushed his fingers into my cunt and slid them around collecting my juices. He pulled his fingers out of me and I could tell he was rubbing his cock with them. I could hear him taking deep breaths as he did it. Then I felt the tip of his cock rub against my slit. "Ready Princess?" He asked as he slid the head of his cock into my slit. "Answer me!" "Yes Sir." I barely heard my own response. "I want a complete answer. What are you ready for Princess? Tell me." His voice was full of tension as he continued to rub his cock head just inside of me. I could feel him jerk every few seconds as he tried to maintain control. "Yes Sir, I'm ready." I answered. Then I felt him pull on the cuffs. I immediately knew he wanted a better answer, as he said, "I want a more complete answer." "Yes Sir, I'm ready for you to fuck me from behind Sir." "What kind of fuck am I going to give you Princess?" He asked as I heard the foil of a condom packet tear open. "A naughty fuck, Sir." I cried out more from nerves than from anything else. "Good Princess, very good." He grunted. "Fuck I really hate these things." He said as I listened to him place the condom on his cock. The room was silent except for our breathing and that unique sound a lubed condom makes as it is being unrolled. Then he thrust his cock into me without a seconds delay. I cried out as he entered me hard. I could feel how large he was, he filled me. His cock had girth too. My cunt was like a well-fitting silk glove wrapped around his cock. Immediately I pictured my Marcus and how well we fit together. That thought calmed me. I felt his pelvic bone hit against my ass when he entered me. He held my right hip with one hand and the cuffs with the other as he continued to thrust into me and then pull almost completely out before he entered me again. Repeatedly he delivered his hard cock inside of me and pulled back, entered and pulled back. His thrusts were so hard and fast I could feel the pressure throughout not just my cunt, but my entire vaginal canal as he repeated this over and over again. He felt so good inside of me. I felt my muscles contracting to hold him inside and to feel as much of him as possible. He slid in and out of me, pulling me toward him by pulling back on the handcuffs while he thrust into me. Every time he plunged into me, I felt him rub against my G-spot and little sparks of heat were sent out. The faster and harder his thrusts, the more intense these sparks became. I felt myself leaking around him when he pulled back. The pressure, the pain, the constant fullness and thrusting just all blended together into one overwhelming feeling. The sparks turned into lightning flashes. The heat and energy flooded my body and the joy flooded my senses. I felt like my body was going to explode. Every nerve in my body was on overload. "Please, oh god, please Sir," I cried out. His body slapped up against mine and then I couldn't believe that he started to thrust faster. My body was being pounded by him and still my mind wanted more. I felt myself pushing my ass back to get all of him inside of me. His pelvis hit my ass. His balls hit my perineum and his fingers griped into the flesh over my hip. All I could think was how good this felt. How good he felt inside of me. "I'm going to come. Oh God, I'm going to come Sir." I couldn't stop myself from crying it out. I wanted to cry out "Marcus," but I didn't. My body jolted and he continued to punish me with his thrusts. His hand left my hip and I could feel it as he slid around to the front of my cunt. He started to spank my cunt with the flat of his fingers matching the pace of his thrusts. The pressure and burning that built up in my clit was torment. He was still hard and thrusting into me as I cried out and almost fell off the chair. He continued to spank my cunt until I came. My body was flooded with heat and cold at the same time. My muscles tensed and contracted as the electrical like pulsations shot from my cunt through my lower abdomen and then spread out through the rest of my body. I could feel my muscles tighten around his cock to hold him inside of me. He held my weight with one arm and reached over my back to hold onto the back of the chair with his other. With the additional leverage on the chair back he pulled himself forward hard and fast pounding into me. The force of his body weight was being propelled forward and directly into me. I could feel him bouncing off of my backside as my body shook uncontrollably and jerked forward with his every thrust. He cried out, "Fuck Princess! That's it, take it all. Oh Fuck!" Finally, he came in multiple bursts. I could feel his cock jerking inside of me as he continued to thrust into me but at a much slower pace. His hips hit up against me one last time and then I felt his chest against my back as we both tried to catch our breath. "That was... a naughty...naughty fuck Princess." He said as he gasped between words, pulled his cock out of me and removed the condom with one hand while holding me with his other. I only had a few minutes reprieve before he caught his second wind and was ready to give me my next punishment. He turned me around and placed me back on the chair. This time, as I sat down, he pulled my cuffed wrists over the back of the chair. Then he tied a rope around my waist and arms making me virtually immobile from the waist up. I felt him place his hands just inside of my thighs and spread my legs open wide. I was straddling the outside of the chair seat and legs. He tied my legs to the chair at my knees and my ankles. I could only imagine what I looked like. That "just been fucked well" look all over my face and body. My hair is a mess, my face and chest are flushed, and my cunt is glistening with my sex juices and I'm sitting here naked, tied to a chair with only a blindfold covering my eyes. It's the perfect picture for an erotica book cover with some shadowed areas of course. Then I heard his voice break through my thoughts. "As promised, it's time for the 'delicious' part of your punishment Princess." His voice held a little light laughter in it as he said, "I know you will enjoy this my love." I felt him kneel in front of me. Then he placed his hands between my legs and pushed back to just under the curve of my ass as it met the chair. It was the only area that wasn't tied down. He lifted my ass up and pulled it forward causing my pelvis to arch forward. With my legs tied and spread open, my cunt is now front and center for his view and anything else he wills. I felt his mouth on me as he placed little wet kisses on both of my knees. Then he slowly kissed his way up both of my thighs, alternating kisses side to side. First the right thigh, then the left thigh and so on until his face was between the apex of my legs. He lightly rubbed his nose along the slit of my cunt. I could hear him breathing in deeply as he traced my slit with the tip of his nose followed by the tip of his tongue. A shiver went through my body as I pictured what this scene looked like from his view. I wanted to see this so badly. I bent my head to my shoulder to try to remove the blindfold. Immediately, he squeezed my ass cheeks so hard that I stopped my attempt. I knew I would have finger prints bruised on my ass from his punishing grip. "No, no, no." He said mocking my attempt and then blowing little puffs of air along my slit he caused me to shudder and focus on the task at hand or should I say tongue. I felt him return his mouth to my cunt. At first he just licked along my slit with the tip of his tongue. Then he slid his hands down so his thumbs cradled inside of my thighs and sat on top of my labia. The palms and fingers of his hands still held my ass cheeks. In one quick motion, his thumbs pulled my lips open and the flat surface of his tongue licked along my entire cunt. The feeling was like being given a tongue bath. Every millimeter of my cunt was being bathed by him. The wet rough feel of his tongue gliding along the wet silky feel of my inner cunt and lips was pure sexual bliss. The sexual pleasure I received from his oral stimulation was heightened by my mental picture of how we looked in this position. I was so intensely aware of the sensation that I swore I could feel the little pimples on the surface of his tongue as it stroked over my silky lips and inside my slick cunt. After a dozen or so swipes of his fleshy tongue, I started to buck my pelvis out. The ropes at my waist were digging into me a little but that just seemed to add to my pleasure. I felt the pressure of the cuffs on my wrists and the rope binding my arms. The burning of my shoulders and elbows from being strained behind my back added to the warmth flowing through my body. Finally, my body was no longer cold. The heat from the rope around my waist was intense. I know this sounds crazy to some, but having it rub into my skin every time I bucked forward made me somehow feel safe. Happy Birthday Series Pt. 02 My knees and ankles were anchored to the chair but that didn't stop me from pushing up as much as I could. My body was on fire from all sorts of pain and pleasure, yet all I could feel was the exquisite fire his mouth was causing between my legs. I thought to myself, "If I'm going to burn up, this is the way to do it." The thought wasn't even complete when he inserted the tip of his tongue into my opening and started to tongue fuck me. Everything this man seemed to do was in rapid motion. His tongue fucked just like his fingers and his cock, rapid firm movements in and out of me. He only entered me by an inch or two, but it was such an erotic feeling that I started dripping juices down the crack of my ass. When I cried out, his tongue moved faster. When I tried to pull away because I didn't think I could take much more, his fingers dug into my ass and pushed me back toward his face. The fire turned into an inferno and my body began to shudder. My hips were thrusting forward and his tongue never let up it's pace or pressure. I was just peaking, ready to come when he pulled his tongue from me and left me hanging at the cliffs edge. I cried out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Then I literally started to cry. The tears were streaming from under the blindfold and running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them. I hated having that done to me again. I hated him. I even hated myself. The room became silent. He became silent. My body cooled off fast in the cold damp room. I remembered thinking how quickly I got cold again. How my body was covered with goose bumps and how my fingers and toes got so cold. I'm tied in this damn chair and he isn't answering me. "Why?" I yelled. Then I felt him again and I heard him answer me. His voice was calm and even, but very firm in tone. "Because Princess, you yelled at me on the phone. You left without waiting for me. Then you hung up on me. After that you didn't answer your phone when I called. Lastly, you almost ruined my whole plan when you didn't leave the club by midnight even though you promised me." He whispered as he kept his face between my legs. "You promised you wouldn't edge me twice in one night!" I yelled at him, tears still coming from behind my blindfold. "You promised not to ever hang up on me again." He said calmly, but in a stern manner. "Marcus." I huffed out. "Ally." He huffed back teasingly but at the same time serious. "But it's my birthday." I whined. "Then let me finish your present Princess." With that said, he placed his tongue back in action. Several wonderfully placed licks and his mouth was then covering my clit. His lips formed a tight seal as he suckled my little sex nub and his tongue worked magic over my bud. No one could do what Marcus could do to me. No one could satisfy me like Marcus could satisfy me. And absolutely no one could give a birthday present better than Marcus could. It was months ago that we talked about my fantasy to be pulled over by one of his cop buddies and taken somewhere blindfolded and cuffed. He laughed at me and said, "Are you trying to get me fired. I'm a Detective Ally, we can't do that." I should have known better. I should have known that Marcus, my Sir, would make sure I would get my fantasy. He always did. A few minutes of his suckling and tonguing my clit and my birthday present was completed with another wonderful orgasm. As my body returned to baseline, Marcus finished untying me and then lifted me off the chair and placed me in his lap as he sat down. He removed the blindfold and kissed me. His mouth was warm and his tongue tasted like me. This was the one thing Marcus did very slowly. His kisses were always long and slow and oh so good. He wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed my cheeks dry. He gently rubbed my shoulders and wrists. He pulled my ankles up onto his lap and examined each one. Then he started to rub them. He looked at the marks on my belly where the rope caused some rope burn and I could see his eyes darken. He wasn't happy with that. Gently he touched the reddened area. "Does it hurt Princess?" He asked and I could hear the self-anguish in his voice. "It's not bad Sir and it's not your fault. I was moving back and forth and bucking." I tried to explain. "I should have made sure your skin was better protected or made sure you couldn't move that much." "It felt good even when it was digging in me and burned a little, it felt good." I smiled at him as I touched his cheek and kissed him. "Thank you Princess, but it was my responsibility to make sure you didn't get hurt." He winked at me implying, "You didn't get hurt more than I planned for you to." "I'm ok. It really doesn't hurt." "Let's get you home, so I can take care of it for you." He stood up and lifted me with him as he started to walk toward the door. "Maybe I should put my clothes back on before we leave." I said laughing. "Well, if you insist." He laughed as he put me down. "Thank you for my present, Sir." I said as I dressed. "You're welcome, Love. Happy Birthday Princess." "Thank you, Sir." Marcus held my hand and walked with me out of the dark damp room. I realized we were in a large basement with storage rooms all along the hall. He led me through the hall and out a large metal door marked "Emergency Exit." When we got outside, I realized we were in the parking lot of the club. The Officer and one of Marcus's friends on the force had brought me back to "The Holding Cell."