“Whatever you want is yours, birthday girl.”
Slowly, Dean circled me, one hand sliding along the fabric of my dress until he stood at my back. Need barreled through my veins and he brushed aside my hair to grab my zipper. Dean eased open my dress, his breath louder when he slipped the straps off my shoulders, and I closed my eyes at the feel of his chest against my shoulder blades as he guided the fabric down my arms and off my hips.
From there, he unsnapped and discarded my bra, kissing my neck the whole time he did away with it, and after, my thong. He tongued down my back until he crouched on the floor, kissing over my ass cheeks, even teasing the crease between them with his tongue.
When he snuck his fingers up between my thighs to steal a sweep of my folds, I shuddered. “You’re torturing me.”
“Of course I am. Because I love how excited you get merely waiting.” He glided his finger front to back, his breath pouring over my ass in a tempting gust. Then he took both my cheeks in his palms to spread them apart. I sucked in a breath. Dean dipped closer, nibbling one ass cheek, then the other. “You’re irresistible, in so many ways... And your choices. God.” His tongue traced from the top of my crack down over my puckered hole, and I moaned, nerve endings waking, catching fire. But Dean dug his fingernails into my ass cheeks and snatched his tongue away to stand, leaving the tremors coursing through me, challenging my ability to think. “Hands first,” he said.
Eagerly, I complied, my fingers curled in loose fists and my palms up. Dean scooped the cuffs off the table one at a time, caressing my wrist before he curved the leather around my skin. He watched my face as he tightened the buckle. Standing here like this, naked to his clothed body, felt erotic, enticing... I was panting once Dean cinched the second cuff on my other wrist, the leather rough and secure. After he connected them with the metal hook glinting off one side, the contrasting touch of his fingers disappeared as Dean finished unbuttoning his shirt and peeled it off his torso. It fluttered to the floor, and I delighted in how sexy he looked standing there in his slacks. When he moved behind me, nudging his broad torso against my back, I tilted my head onto his shoulder. I was ready for him to move me wherever he wanted me—because I loved the way he directed, how lost I could get in his touch.
Dean kissed my cheek, his fingers digging into my hips. “Over the couch, love.” He guided me to fold over the armrest, patient while I shifted my forearms overhead to lace my fingers together. My back arched with my hips over the couch arm, my breasts smashed into the leather and the cold texture tightening my nipples more than they already were. I could almost rub my clit against the armrest like this, but Dean arranged my pelvis to keep me upright and open. When I took a peek over my shoulder, he swayed his head. “You look incredible like this.”
I shuffled my feet and swung my ass back and forth. “So what’re you going to do about it?”
“Oh, you.” Dean’s fingers were fast to my cunt, his slacks grating my ass when he pushed his pelvis against me. I whimpered and pressed my face into the couch while he filled me up with greedy fingers. “I’m going to flog you. Overwhelm you.” To my disappointment, he drew his fingers away, but the bite he took of my back made me shiver. “And fuck your sweet ass.”
“Please,” I breathed.
Dean patted the insides of my thighs to encourage the spread of my feet farther apart. “Perfect, perfect girl.”
I quivered, and the next moment stretched out forever—Dean pulling away, forcing me to crane my head to watch him strip away his pants and briefs, then stand there in all his hard, gorgeous glory. I moaned after he collected the remaining toys I’d chosen from the table, because his pace to return was much too slow. Dean wedged the vibrator and bottle of lube between the couch cushion and my hip, their nagging presence a terrible tease, then he flicked the flogger beside me with his free hand sweeping over my ass. He gave me a soft pat on each cheek before the tassels swung into my view several inches from my face. Warning. Promising.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Yes. Very.”
“Okay. Will you promise me that if it’s too much, ever, you’ll tell me so?”
“Yes.” He cupped his palm against my ass in abrupt, alternating slaps to warm my skin and make me jump. I said, “I’ll say ‘red.’”
“You’ll say ‘red,’” he confirmed. His hand slid along my side, and his lips came soft on my back, throttling my desire. “God, I adore you.” When his hand circled around between my torso and the couch, he cupped my breasts, finding my nipples and giving each a subtle twist until I gasped. “Are you ready?”
I was so ready I was about to torpedo out of my head. Tingles danced along my arms and down my spine. “Please,” I begged.
“Okay.”
Gradually, tauntingly, Dean started swaying the tassels of the flogger back and forth on my ass, introducing the suede to my skin. The fabric intoxicated in its lazy stroke, like he was whisking it against me from above, and I tried to imagine how it would feel coming harder, splaying over my skin. He kissed my back and the feel of the suede was gone. I felt his fingers dig between my hip and the couch before hearing the sound of my vibrator flipped on.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered.
The buzz alone swelled my clit, and I clasped my fingers tighter together. Dean swiped my opening with it, once, twice, the contact eliciting whimpers from me. He took it away, the toy humming somewhere behind me while a maddening current built up between us.
“Dean, please...”
It came, then—the swish of the flogger through the air before it connected with my ass in a gentle first stroke. The sound was half the thrill, but so was the kiss of the strands, each landing on tender skin in a light yet intoxicating slap. I gasped. Dean didn’t speak. He was frozen behind me, my vibrator buzzing away in his hand. I heard the ragged sound of his breath, next the click of his tongue.
“That was... Christ. Wow. You okay?”
“Oh, yes,” I said, stunned. Fucking amazing and holy hell yes please do that again harder was too complicated to mouth right then, because it was different than the spanking had felt. The fabric incited a deeper shiver than his palm, sparking a delicious wave through my pelvis. My body was on fire, the suede driving something up I couldn’t comprehend, and I bowed my head to my hands with a guttural plea when he flicked it across my ass only slightly harder than before. I raised my head, steeling myself for a buildup of intensity. “More.”
Dean struck again, harder this time, the flogger aimed in a more even lash over both cheeks. It was shocking and not too painful, but not gentle, either. The subtle swish made me crave him more, his fingers, even the swipe of the vibrator again. How could I be shaking this badly? As if reading my thoughts, Dean grunted and touched me with the vibrator, trying to tantalize with a brisk, light stroke. It was as if it never happened before he struck me with the flogger again, but this time I moaned loud.
“You like it?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes!”
“I do, too. You’re such a good girl.”
Dean took two solid swipes after that, each harder than the last. The tassels lashed quick across my ass, and I fought a battle with my body, aching to rub against the couch and yet wanting to keep my ass up as high as possible to see how much I could feel. How much better it could get. I opened my fists to dig my fingers into the couch cushion and Dean came back up behind me. He pressed close to curve his arm around, sliding the vibrator against me until I shifted on my toes in excitement. When he mouthed my back and swept it around, I started to quiver within.
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing.” My pussy spasmed; my shoulders tensed. A wave of bliss threatened to spill over me. Dean shoved a finger inside my walls, and I cried out before he retreated and took them away. “Don’t stop!”
“I love how you’re gripping inside, trying to take
me in every time I touch you. But I don’t want to be done yet. I want to watch how red your ass gets before I fuck you, Maya.” He nuzzled my shoulder blade. “Before I let you come.”
I was mesmerized. Revved. I bucked back, not caring that I stuck my ass up and out like a kicking horse in a desperate plea for more. My head throbbed with a blur of desire, of excruciating need, and Dean reared back to flog me again. The tassels struck my ass twice at a growing pressure until the third time, when they lashed sharp and hard.
“Oh...oh!”
“Do you know how excited I am?”
“As excited as me?” I said.
Dean grunted. “You have these beautiful lines forming—pink streaks from the strands. So sexy. You’re so hot, my love...”
Wheezes tumbled from my throat. Through the fog of my mind, I felt the rub of the vibrator all over again followed by Dean’s fingers thrusting inside. Then came emptiness once he dropped the vibrator on the couch. It roused me on the wrong part of my body, buzzing my side while Dean backed away. He struck with the flogger again, and I pulled my shoulder blades together, consumed with lust and the fire burning in me. His next swing sent a few of the strands lower to hit my cunt. I responded with a primal cry I didn’t recognize, needing a second to catch my breath. “Oh my God!”
My skin was tender, raw, sensation scorching through my cheeks and down my thighs. When Dean’s next swing managed to hit my sex again, my arms shook.
“Yes...yes!”
“Naughty girl. I love how you’re shaking your ass. Begging for more.”
Dean’s fingers penetrated me fast, and I writhed back yet ground forward, gaining a friction on the couch that made me mewl. I shoved on to Dean’s fingers, so overwhelmed. Lost. He reared way back, landing one more strike hard—a true swipe that actually hurt. The texture of the strands burned my skin and I howled in surprise. “Fuck!”
Dean dropped the flogger. Immediately, he filled my cunt with a shock of fingers and smothered my body in his. I shrieked against the couch, too dizzy to register his movements. All I knew were his forceful thrusts and the heat overtaking my skull until we were both panting and wet from sweat. The scent of my burgeoning pleasure rose to my nose, and against my back, Dean said, “I think you deserve a reward, love. You are delectable and sexy...” He pressed the vibrator to my clit while he worked his fingers inside, his whole body wrapped around me as he wound me further with every swirl of the vibrator on my swollen nub.
When he lifted himself up, I whimpered. Dean tore away his fingers and dropped the vibrator to the couch. Next I felt the drip of cold liquid between my cheeks, drizzling down over the tight hole of my ass. I gulped down air. His fingers rubbed up and down my crack, and I arched up my hips, aching to feel him inside.
I moaned with the ease of Dean’s finger inside my back entrance, then surrendered once one finger became two. He reached beneath me again to find the vibrator and hold it to my clit and my cries were beyond my control. Dean urged the head of his cock up against me. I was trembling with the buzz of ecstasy working through me, the persistent rub of the vibrator and the tingle of my nerve endings holding me captive as he started to push inside.
“Dean! Fuck me, yes!”
He nestled the head of his cock in me, never relenting with the vibrator that kept my clit swollen and sensitive. Then he eased inside, stretching my tissues. I clenched my groin at the initial jolt I’d always felt with this in the times we’d done it in the past—too full, too much. But once he passed the threshold and sank all the way in, the clap of his hips against my ass made me cry out in a breathy, “Yes.” I shook for a second, Dean staying deep, swiping the vibrator around before pulling out to thrust again.
“Jesus, you’re tight.”
I fisted my hands when he drove inside, because I was deliciously trapped between his body and the furious vibe of my toy. Pleasure swirled in me, and Dean latched on to my shoulder with his teeth, his motions growing faster, harder, rougher. I pinched my eyes shut and reared back as best I could to meet him, the flashes bright behind my lids. Dean dug his fingertips into my hip and shifted the vibrator at a better angle, and I buried my face into the couch cushion with a gluttonous wail at the orgasm pulling me apart.
“Fuck, oh, yes! Yes!”
“Yes, good girl...” Dean’s last thrust was shocking and hard, his breath a whoosh against my back when he came. Wave after wave of bliss riddled me with spasms while he stayed lodged inside, a loud ringing filling my ears. Dean shuddered, prying his hand free from between my pelvis and the couch with a heavy sigh, and after he tossed the still-buzzing vibrator aside, he murmured, “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
I had no voice, no words, Dean remaining ensconced for as long as he could stay. He rained kisses across my back and caressed my forearms, bringing them down beneath my chest. Somewhere beyond the slip of his cock out of me, a semblance of reality came back to the two of us. Dean lifted me up from the couch and into his arms with a spread of kisses over my face that made me sigh.
“You, divine, beautiful thing... Is there anything else you’d like for your birthday?”
I pressed into his chest, weak in his arms while I attempted to mull it over. “A shower?”
Dean winked. “Yours.”
My satisfied grin carried on long after he doted on me under the water, soaping me off, washing my hair and covering me in kisses until we’d both nearly turned into prunes. In fact, I was sure it hadn’t worn away even after he turned back the covers and curled me into his arms, both of us falling quickly to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
We’d spent the first two hours of Saturday morning in bed, alternating between cuddling and slow, gentle fucking before we’d given in to hunger and dressed for brunch downtown. I’d slid on a pair of leggings and a long sweater, and Dean had put on his thermal and jeans, then he’d buttoned my coat tight around me with a brush of my lips in a sweet, soft kiss, more proof of the phenomenal birthday weekend away. When we’d headed out on foot with our fingers laced together, the frigid air rolling in from the bay couldn’t dampen my mood if it’d tried. I’d squeezed closer to Dean’s arm, taking grazes of his coat sleeve as we peeked into store windows and watched the seagulls circling over the bay in the distance.
“Tell me about your best birthday,” I said after we’d settled at a café and our waiter left with our brunch orders. We’d splurged on mimosas, which we both sipped at while Dean considered.
“That’s a tough one.”
“Because you’ve had so many birthdays?”
He reached out to pinch my chin. “I’ll remember that comment later, when I’ve got you under my thumb, sassy.”
“Ohh. Promises, promises.”
Dean chuckled, then took another sip of his mimosa. I shifted toward him on the cushion of my rattan bench seat, the rub of his shoulder warming me more. The café had heaters on to help alleviate the chill of the tented outside patio we sat in. Dean had insisted I was crazy for wanting to eat outside, but with the white rattan everywhere and vine-laden romanticism of the place, I’d been enchanted the second we’d strolled past it on the sidewalk.
Even chilly as it was, I was glad we had. I could snuggle up close to him while we ate.
“So?”
He rubbed my side. “There have been a lot of good ones—some trips, a couple of big parties. Some simple things...but I guess I’ll go with my thirty-first. A bunch of us went camping.”
“Camping?” I nudged him. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”
Dean shrugged. “I don’t go all that often. When I do, I like it with large groups of people. Beer, big barbeques, tons of noise.”
I smiled. “That’s what it was like that year?”
“Yes.” The curve of his hand over the waist of my coat had me sinking farther into his side. “It was my brothers, a
nd Evan’s wife—that was back when they were still getting along, before Katie was in the picture.”
“Were Luka and Sam together then?”
“No. They met about two years ago. Luka was flinging around a lot back then. I think he’d brought his latest boy toy. I can’t remember his name.”
“Nice. And Dylan had to be, what, twenty?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Just a baby,” I said. Dean nodded. “So it was a family trip?”
“No. A bunch of my friends came, too.” He swallowed. “And Kendra.”
Her name slipped out from his mouth hushed. I held still, hoping he’d share more.
“She wasn’t into camping, and I don’t know if she enjoyed herself much. But she’d tried... The rest of us definitely had a good time.” Dean squeezed me tighter and met my eyes. “Do you camp?”
“Sometimes. Not on my own, at all, but I like going with other people.”
“Maybe we can one day?”
I got the sense he wasn’t going to say more about Kendra yet, and I didn’t want to push the topic. It was nice to have heard something, even if it was the tiniest morsel of information for now. “Sure. I’d like that.”
“Okay.”
I rubbed Dean’s thigh, our quiet closeness tempered by the voices of a few women talking about some TV show at the table nearest us until our waiter arrived with brunch. I sat up as he doled out my chicken salad and Dean’s omelet, and after we started eating, I said, “It sounds like it was a relaxing birthday.”
“It was. That’s what I like. Relaxing. Chill.” Dean poured more hot sauce on his omelet and chewed another bite. “Though, I guess this next one I’m expected to go big?”
I giggled. “You are turning forty. I’d say so, but honestly, you should do whatever you like.”
“We’ll see. April is a long way away. As long as you’re there, I think it’ll be perfect,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. “What about you?”
I tilted my head.
“Best birthday?”
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