by Monica May
I turn into his arms so quickly to kiss him, I forget I’m still holding the spoon I was using to stir the red beans with. The necklace is so beautiful, I don’t even care that I have just swung red beans across half the kitchen. I’ll clean that later. “Oh, Grant, you didn’t have to buy me this. But it’s stunning. I love it, and thank you.”
“I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to. Look, it has exactly twenty diamonds in it. I had it specially made for this anniversary.”
“I don’t know what to say; my gift is not nearly this nice.”
“I am sure I will love whatever you bought as long as it came from you. I love you so much. Let me go take a shower before dinner. Is that okay? Do I have time?”
“Yes, but don’t take all day; the kids are starving.” He heads off to the bathroom as the kids start asking homework questions. A few minutes later, I hear my phone beep with a text. It’s Grant. He’s texting me from the bathroom.
Grant 4:45 p.m.
This is one of the best gifts
you hv ever bought me
To a man this is Diamonds
I can’t wait 2 tie you up 2night
The things I will make u feel tonight
will blow your mind
Shelby 4:46
glad u like it
I can’t wait
Is it time to for the kids to go to bed yet?
Grant 4:46
I wish!
We sit through dinner acting like teenagers. We smirk and giggle at each other with lots of touching under the table. The kids pick up that we are acting weird. Isabella demands to know what we are giggling about. Blake pipes up, “Never mind them, Isabella, it’s their anniversary, and they are just being gross and mushy!” After dinner, the kids and Grant clean the kitchen and dishes while I take a shower. I take my time exfoliating, shaving all necessary areas, and moisturizing.
I move my new sexy outfit and high heels to the bathroom closet for easy access later. Grant has not seen this part of his surprise. Walking out of the bathroom, I literally run into Grant’s hard chest as he is coming into the room. He boxes me in with his arms and leans over me. With a slow sultry voice, he says, "I can’t wait to fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
“Is that a promise, handsome? You know, I don’t like broken promises.” I escape under his arm and look back at him over my shoulder and blow him a kiss. I head to the fridge to pour wine for the two of us. We sit on the sofa together, watch the news, and catch up on the day’s activities. The kids are in and out of the room getting ready for bed and packing school bags for tomorrow. Finally, it’s their bedtime. We all say our goodnights, and they head upstairs.
We head off to our room, and I rush ahead of Grant, locking the bathroom door behind me. I reach for my secret stash of sexy wear, pulling out my corset. It's beautiful; the fabric is a silky garnet red embellished with roses and it has a matching G-string. I had already tried it on and fitted the strings as these things are not easy to put on alone. The first time, it took me over twenty minutes just to get the strings right. But now that the back has been tied, it’s as easy as buttoning up the front and putting on the panties.
But you can’t wear a corset without thigh-highs. I went a little over the top and bought black fishnet thigh-highs. They look very sexy with my platform heels, which have not been worn in over five years. They are so high they have a two-hour limit on them. Considering I plan on being on my back most of the time, they should do the job. That’s if I can make it out of the bathroom without falling flat on my face.
Right before I try my stripper walk out of the bathroom, I sweep my hair up in a messy twist in the back with strands of hair falling on each side of my face. I put on a little foundation, just enough to not look like I have make up on, but enough to look fresh faced. For the final touch, I put on ruby red smudge-proof lipstick.
I’m surprised when I open the door leading to the bedroom; it’s fully lit with candles. Grant is sitting on the edge of the bed with the blindfold and ties in his hand. He looks up and down my body as he holds his hand out for me to come stand in front of him.
I walk over to him, but he stops me an arm’s distance away. “I want to take a minute to take you in, Shelby. That is so sexy; you look hot.” He places his hands on my hips and rubs them up the sides of my corset, feeling my curves under the satin fabric. As his hands reach the top, he lightly runs his fingers over my now rounded breasts that have been pushed up by the tight corset. I shiver from the pleading look in his eyes combined with his touch.
“Turn around for me? Let me see you from behind. Oh, you are so beautiful. Do you know how much I love your ass? And that thong is getting me so hard.” His hands are roaming all over my ass and thighs. I am getting wet quickly, and my heart races when Grant slips a silk tie onto one of my wrists. Turning me around, he kisses me urgent and needy, keeping his eyes open..
He slips the blindfold over my eyes, kisses my lips, and lays me down on our king-sized bed. My senses are heightened with my eyes covered. He has laid me down diagonally across the bed, and I feel my feet hit the pillows at the top. My hands are pulled above my head with my free hand wrapped in the tie. I open my hands to wrap them around the post of our large four-post bed. More silk ties are wrapped around my ankle. Where in the heck did he get more silk ties? What is he doing? “Grant, what are you doing?” I say, as he rubs his hand across my belly, sending involuntary shivers up my spine.
“Shh, Shelby, I am in control; I know how much of a control freak you are, so I am going to have to tie your feet also.”
“Where did you get the other ties? You didn't know I bought this gift until today, right?”
“No, babe, I had no idea you bought this, but it took you a few minutes to get ready which gave me some time to think. I thought about how you needed to be tied down completely. I went through the closet and found three silk robes and knew that’s what I needed.”
While he’s talking, I feel his hands gently around my ankles as my foot is being tied to the post. I ask him, “Three, why do you need three?” He doesn't answer, but I figure it out; my left leg is close to the headboard, but there is no way my right leg would reach the other post with one wrap. I hear him tie the two together so my legs are stretched wide apart, but not uncomfortably. It is amazing how much you can hear simply because your eyes are covered.
Once I’m completely tied, I feel and hear nothing! I give it a second before I start to panic, then I feel Grant’s breath on my face. It is so sensual to have the blindfold on. Every inch of my body is on high alert. With no thought to it, I reach my tongue out and connect with his mouth instantly. I have absolutely no control—no control over the position of my head, the depth of his tongue, nothing! But it feels exquisite and different.
After kissing me deeply, he roams my body with his hands, running them over the top of my breasts, down my bodice, and over my fishnet stockings. His hands come up again to the top of my corset, and I feel the first few buttons being undone just enough to allow my cleavage to be freed. Between each movement, he pauses, giving me time to anticipate his next move. Although I cannot see anything, I can almost feel what he’ll do next.
The bed dips, and I feel his warm breath on my nipple. He circles my nipple with his tongue, slowly and gently at first. I arch my back to push my breast closer to him. He nips at me with his teeth, and I let out a breathy moan. A pinch of pain from his teeth is followed by a sensation of ecstasy. My nipples are hard and erect as he pulls away from me.
The other side of the bed dips, and he does the same to the other nipple while keeping the abandoned one erect by rolling it between his fingers. Then he’s gone. I listen closely trying to hear what he’s doing, but he has turned his iPhone on and is playing music. With the background noise, it's difficult to anticipate what he’s doing. However, I do hear a drawer shut! Grant is now straddling me with his knees on the sides of my hips.
Leaning over near my ear, he whispers, “
Let me know if there is something you don’t like, or if I’m hurting you. I want to test your limits. Do you trust me to test your limits, Shelby?”
I nod my head yes quickly.
“Just say STOP if it’s too much for you; promise me you will stop me if it’s too intense for you.”
“I will, I promise.” Before my brain can even begin to imagine what I’ll have to tell him stop for, I feel a tight pinch on my right nipple! It hurts for a second, but just as his teeth did earlier, ecstasy follows. I feel what might be a chain across my chest, it’s cold but light. The left nipple gets the same pinch. Grant pulls on what I believe is a chain attaching whatever is clamped onto my nipples. Oh Lord, the biting pain creates such a pulling pleasure. “I am about to come that is sending electricity straight to my pussy.”
“Breathe through it. You can do it. If you wait to come, it will be beyond anything you’ve ever experienced.” With slow breaths, I am able to push away the sensation of my release. I'm not sure I’ll be able to do this much longer— the feeling is too amazing. Lost in my concentration of not coming, I notice he’s gone again. He really has to stop this disappearing act.
I can sense him standing next to the bed on my right. I turn my head in that direction, feeling the heated skin of his hard cock on my lips. I open my mouth to allow him to push in. I have very little ability to move my head and gladly take what he’s giving me. I suck him as deep as I can. I run my tongue on the bottom of him as he pulls out. He’s moaning loudly, and it’s such a turn-on to feel this powerful and in control, even with all my limbs bound.
I can tell by his labored breathing he’s close to coming, and he pulls away from me. Quickly moving around the bed, he’s now in between my legs. I feel my panties being moved to the side slowly.
“This thong is way too sexy to rip.”
Then I feel nothing. I plead with him, “I am about to burst; please let me come.” I can almost see the smile on his face right now, as he knows how impatient I am.
“I am just admiring the view; if you only knew how fucking hot you look tied to the bed like this. But I aim to please. Are you saying you want me to touch your pussy, Shelby?”
“Oh yes, Grant, I’m having a hard time up here trying to contain myself … please,” I plead again.
“Or do you want me to lick it?”
I reply in a very out of breath voice, “I don’t give a shit what you do, just do something.” He chuckles and licks me slowly from the crack of my ass to the top of my engorged clit.
The feeling is multiplied by being tied and blindfolded. He continues to stroke his tongue up and down my slit, and slowly, I arch my hips to get more pressure, but he pushes me down. “Don’t be in such a rush; enjoy it.” I feel his finger enter me. He starts to pump his finger in and out at the same slow rhythm his tongue is moving over my clit.
I feel a second finger added, and it feels wonderfully full. His fingers move in and out a little faster, and his tongue makes circles over my clit, adding more pressure. My breathing is louder in my ears, and my moans are uncontrolled. Grant reaches up, pulling on the chain that’s attached to my nipples, and the pressure building within me explodes. My orgasm rocks my entire body, and I feel a wave of pleasure washing over my entire body.
Not being able to touch him is torture. I want to reach out and grab him, wrap my arms around him, and feel his naked chest on mine. I want to hear his heart beat. As these thoughts run through my mind, Grant leans over me with his knees on each side of my hips and embraces me. His big hands go under my back as he pulls me up to his chest while kissing my neck in that sweet spot right under my ear. The chills break out all over my body again! I need him right now; I need to feel him inside of me.
“I need you inside of me now. Please fuck me as hard as you can; I need it, you need it, and we need it. Please, Grant,” I beg.
“This is so erotic. I love this anniversary gift. Thank you, Shelby, this is the best gift ever. Now, I am going to untie your feet and flip you with your hands still tied to the post, putting you on your elbows and knees. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will beg me to stop. Do you trust me not to hurt you, Shelby?”
“Yes, I trust you; please fuck me!” And he does just that. Putting both of his strong arms under me, he turns me over onto my belly. I raise myself up onto my elbows and knees with my hands held tightly onto the bedpost for support.
I feel him behind me. “You are so beautiful; you have the most beautiful pussy. I love the way you taste. I know I said I was going to fuck you, but I can’t resist licking you just one more time.
“Oh God, please, I need you inside of me.” I am begging now. My ass is high in the air, and my face is down on the mattress with my chest resting on my forearms. After a few sultry licks, I feel Grant’s body close to my ass, his dick at my entrance as he rubs it up and down in my wetness. His hard cock slides in just a little, only giving me a little at a time to make it last. He knows I am ready to come again. He likes to tease me. He feels so thick. I can tell by his breathing that he is enjoying this even more than I am. I haven’t been able to touch him or see him, but I can tell he is very close to coming also.
While his cock continues to go deeper, I feel something wet dripping down the crack of my ass. I’m a bit startled by it, but I’m in such a catatonic state it almost feels too far away to notice. Grant rocks in and out of me at a pace that is slow and deep. If I had any more room on these restraints, I would push back on him to give him more of me and push him deeper, if that’s even possible.
Grant’s hands are rubbing over the roundness of my ass. They feel very slippery, with oil possibly, and then I feel his finger gently rubbing down the crack of my ass. It makes me a bit nervous, but the rhythmic rocking has me in a trance. His finger slowly circles my forbidden hole. It’s shameful and sexy all at the same time. The feeling of his finger making circles around my hole in the same rhythm as his cock going in and out of my pussy is unbelievable. It feels better than I could have ever imagined.
I think his finger may have slipped in slightly, but the only thing I can feel is pleasure. I can’t distinguish the difference between his cock in my pussy or his finger in my ass. All I know is it feels so fucking good that I don’t want it to stop. He leans over me to whisper in my ear, “Does that feel good? Do you like this?”
I respond with a moan. “Everything you are doing feels like heaven. Please don’t stop.” And he doesn’t. I feel so full; it’s an odd feeling, yet so satisfying and forbidden.
He takes his time with my ass and my pussy. He has definitely pushed the bar on our sexual experiences. My thoughts swirl around in my head. Is this Pandora’s box? What will this open up for us? There are so many erotic things I have never allowed my mind to consider. This is one thing I would have never considered, yet it feels so good. We have to try more. I have to allow Grant to push me. I want to end every weekend by saying that was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced!
Grant’s rocking has increased, and I feel my orgasm building, but it feels very different with the added pressure. When my orgasm hits me, it’s mind blowing. My body goes rigid and trembles in pleasure; I feel an intense pulsing in my entire bottom. It’s the best feeling I have ever had, and the pulsing lingers longer than any other orgasm I have experienced. I start to come down from my high when I feel him pull whatever he had near or in my ass out, leaving me feeling empty. That void is quickly filled when he starts pounding me hard with his cock.
I asked him to fuck me hard, and oh my God, he is fucking me hard, and it is awesome. It’s so rough, yet it feels so loving. I feel as if Grant and I are more connected now than we’ve ever been. I can’t see him, but I feel his soul and his love for me. His need for me comes out in grunts as he comes, and to my amazement, I come AGAIN! I feel him emptying inside of me as my walls contract around him pumping him for more. He moans loudly as he feels my second orgasm pumping him. “Oh, Shelby, that was … I am not sure I even have words
for it. I felt it in my soul, Shelby, did you?” I moan a yes as he takes my blindfold off.
Opening my eyes, I see his eyes gazing into my soul. “ I love you so much, and this is what I always knew we could have. Are you okay? Did you enjoy it?”
My eyes tell him everything. He unties my arms, lifts me into his arms, and sets me back on the bed. Going around the room, he blows out all the candles before he comes back to me with a warm washcloth to clean himself from me. He gets into the bed, wraps his strong arms around me, and pulls my body into his.
My back is up against his front, and his entire body is wrapped over mine. It feels so warm and loving.
“I know you, and I know your thoughts almost better than you do. Anything we do together will be loving, erotic, and even if it’s rough, it will be tender. One thing it will never be is trashy. I have so much respect for you, but I need you to know just because we do forbidden things in our bed together, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad mother. It just makes you my sex goddess. Say you will discover the sex goddess within you with me. I know it’s in there. I saw it in your eyes when you strutted across that dance floor and demanded I dance with you all those years ago.”
I turn over in his arm to see his eyes. We are nose to nose, and I can see him in the moonlight that shines through the window. “That was the most erotic feeling I have ever had, and I look forward to doing more nasty things with you in this bed. I want it to get dirtier by the day.” With that statement, I see Grant smile from ear to ear. He pulls me closer to him with my cheek resting on his chest, and he holds me tight until we fall asleep.
Chapter 13
I fall asleep in Grant’s arms thinking of how beautiful the night was. Waking a few hours later, I hear the kids already in the kitchen looking for food before school. Grant is still asleep, and we are tangled up in each other. It feels so warm, so close, and oh so nice. My mind starts to wonder about the New Year’s Eve party. Is that something we really want to do? We could always go just to see what’s going on, right? We wouldn’t have to participate. Oh Lord, I hate to admit this, but I think I may need help from my girls.
