He was already sitting on the couch watching television while he waited for her. Though they wanted to enjoy the apartment in their way they had decided on having a small get together as a housewarming. It was all set up now, it was just time to wait for people to arrive. Aria walked over to Billy and dropped onto his lap, nuzzling her face against his warm neck.
“It finally feels like our place,” she said before pressing a gentle kiss on his neck. He hummed in agreement and let his head fall back to better expose his entire neck. She showered it with kisses before licking along his jawline, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Time to put on pants, you have company!”
The two of them burst into laughter and Aria got off his lap to go open the door.
“We were already finished,” she joked as she opened the door to see a group of their friends standing there with gifts and drinks. They all made noises of either disgust or encouragement as they poured inside, laying everything on the table and kitchen counter. Billy turned off the television in favor of putting on some music before joining everyone over in the kitchen. They mixed drinks and chatted for a while before people started branching off to different parts of the apartment. In just a couple hours, the place was packed and noisy.
Everyone seemed to be having a great time and this pleased both Billy and Aria. Kay burst in later than most of the guests with a large box expertly wrapped with the largest, most ridiculous bow Aria had ever seen.
“I got this especially for Billy,” Kay said seriously as she pointed at the bow. Billy laughed and clapped, removing it from the present and draping it around his neck. Everyone in the apartment laughed before continuing on with their conversations.
“Open it later,” Kay mentioned as she marched off to their bedroom to set it down. This made Aria infinitely curious as to what was inside. Billy slid up next to her, quite buzzed, and yanked on one of the strings on the bow.
“You like it,” he said in a tone that was half a question and half suggestive. She pulled on the string and nodded, biting down on her lower lip. She had the urge to do more with the strings of the bow, to restrain him and make him look like he was her own special present. But that would be obviously inappropriate now and she was unsure how he would feel about it if she tried to do it later. She gulped and dropped the string feeling her face heat up at the thought.
She spent the rest of the night trying to avoid Billy and his bow because, as silly and ridiculous as it looked on him, it caused a stirring in her she was trying very hard to ignore. By the time everyone left, the apartment was a mess and the pair of them were too exhausted to clean up. They flopped onto the bed, still in their clothes, and instantly fell asleep.
Chapter 5
She woke up late the following morning. Billy was still sprawled out and asleep on the bed Aria stifled her laughter when she saw the bow from last night strewn about on the floor, Billy still holding on to the end of one of its ribbons. She walked out of the bedroom bracing herself for the mess she was about to find.
It wasn’t as bad as she had remembered but it was still quite a bit of a mess to clean up. She went straight to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee before getting to work. She started rapidly picking up all the trash and placing it into bags, putting them by the door to take them all out at the same time once Billy woke up. She went to fix herself her a cup of coffee before continuing the cleanup. She leaned over the kitchen counter to enjoy it, looking around her apartment feeling content that it was finally ready. It was really their place and she had to admit it looked pretty great despite the mess.
As she was finishing up her coffee and putting the mug into the sink, Billy walked out of the bedroom. She pointed at the coffee pot and he walked over immediately to fix a cup for himself. He looked around and saw the trash bags by the door. Instead of taking the time to drink his coffee, he walked over and put on some sandals to pick up a few bags at once to take over to the trash chute.
Aria put on sandals as well and took over the remaining bags. It wasn’t until they had returned to the apartment and Billy finally finished his cup of coffee that he actually spoke.
“That was fun,” he said as he helped her pick up the rest of the mess and started to wash the dishes. She hummed in agreement as she wiped all the surfaces in the kitchen and living room. It seemed people had mostly stayed away from the dining area for some reason. When the place was finally spotless, the two dropped onto the couch feeling the exhaustion course through their veins. They settled on watching their favorite sitcom and just watched in silence except for the occasional laugh. But even that felt like it required more energy than they had.
They only ate once. It was about 7pm when they finally decide to just have microwave dinners and continuing the sitcom marathon. It was a day to recuperate in the comfort of their new place. At about 10pm Aria decided it was time to turn in for a good night’s rest before the start of the week. She kissed Billy good night and walked off to the bedroom. She stripped down to just her panties and climbed into bed, feeling the warm blanket wrap around her. Out in the living room, Billy had lowered the volume of the television so as to not disturb her.
It was nearly 1am when Aria woke up for no apparent reason and noticed Billy had still not come to bed. She walked out into the living room, wondering if he had just passed out on the couch, to find he wasn’t out there. She saw the light of the bathroom on and was about to walk back to the bedroom when a flash from his laptop screen caught her attention.
She figured it was nothing and thought she should ignore it, a second flash sparked her interest too much. She walked over to the laptop and was stunned by what she saw on the screen. It was some sort of website detailing different practices of BDSM.
The flashing was a result of some advertisement on the side bar for a BDSM porn website. She wasn’t horrified or put off by it at all. She was just completely surprised. In all the time she had been with Billy she had no idea he had any kind of interest in something so kinky. She heard the toilet flush and she ran back to the room, quietly and carefully shutting the door behind her.
She climbed in to bed and leaned against the headboard, wondering why he had never mentioned anything to her or even dropped a hint. She felt a similar stirring to that one she had felt at the party when she imagined using the ribbons of the bow to tie him up.
Maybe I should’ve just gone for it, she thought now.
That is when it dawned on her he probably had never brought it up for the same reason she hadn’t. She was always worried he would think she was crazy or even worry he wasn’t satisfying her in bed. None of this was the case, of course, but she was so used to the negative social stigma surrounding BDSM that it was a notion and fear deeply engrained in her.
She wanted to bring it up to him but had no idea how to go about it. This wasn’t something you could just blurt out randomly, after all. Even if she tried talking about fantasies she doubted it would work. They had already engaged in that conversation more than once and it had never come up. It would be weird to start that discussion again and suggest anything even related to BDSM. At least she felt like he would think it came totally out of nowhere.
But she also came to realize this could potentially be the answer to the problem she had picked up on. This could possibly be the thing that was missing from their sex life. Maybe they had both reached a place where the comfort of the relationship took over to a point where something they really desired ended up standing out and affecting their regular sex life. It was hard to process but she wanted now, more than ever, to somehow bring it up.
Unless I try something, she thought.
It would have to be something small and she would have to make sure every step of the way he was okay with it. After all, just because he was reading up on it or curious about it didn’t necessarily mean he was ready to experiment with it. This was, of course, assuming he had never done any BDSM activities in the past with other partners. She heard his footstep
s walking towards the bedroom door and she quickly dove under the blanket, pretending to be asleep when the door opened. He slipped into bed next to her. She felt his arm drape over her waist before drifting off to sleep. She could think about this some more tomorrow.
It was hard to concentrate at work. All she could picture and think about was the website she had seen on Billy’s laptop along with him and the ribbons. She decided the only way she could bring it up was to try a little something new in bed and see how he reacted. It wouldn’t be anything major at all, just a little hint in that direction to see if he liked it.
When she got off work, she picked up some Chinese food and took it the apartment to find he was already home. He was sitting around in just his boxers and a T-shirt, turning to smile widely at her when she walked through the door holding a bag with their dinner.
“It’s so amazing to see you walk in at the end of the day,” he chirped as he grabbed dishes and forks for them. They went to the table and served the food onto the plates, eating in silence with only the low murmuring of someone talking on the television reaching their ears. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts to really talk and he had never been afraid of enjoying a little silence.
She picked up their dishes and placed them in the sink as he took care of putting away leftovers and throwing away the trash. Billy went to sit on the couch and Aria followed, grabbing the control and muting the television. He looked up at her curiously.
“I want to try something.” She said in a low, seductive voice.
He swallowed hard and nodded. She lowered herself onto his lap and pulled him into a deep kiss, excited about what she was about to do. In the back of her mind she knew it wasn’t a big deal, it was more like an experiment to see how he might react. She was nervous because she didn’t want him to have a negative reaction. She also didn’t want to push his boundaries, but she would ask for consent the entire time, making sure he was okay with everything.
She stood up after a couple minutes and pulled him up by his hands so he was standing right in front of her.
She leaned forward and whispered, “I want to try something. Is that okay?” He nodded. “If you don’t want to, just stop me.” He pulled back to look into her eyes and she could see a million questions building up in his mind. “It’s nothing major, just a little different.” He nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
She slid her hands right under the hem of his shirt and started to slowly pull it up, revealing a smooth expanse of golden tanned skin as she went along. They didn’t say a word but only stared right into each other’s eyes as she pulled his shirt up to his shoulders where he raised his arms straight, allowing her to pull the shirt off over his head.
She rolled it back and down along his arms, which he had dropped back behind him, and stopped when the shirt was rolled around his wrists. She held onto his wrists tightly with both hands over the fabric of the shirt, further restricting his movement. That’s when he understood. Now he knew what she wanted to try.
She breathed out as her eyes followed her index finger sliding up in a line along his arm until she reached his shoulder. She leaned in and kissed his skin along the line of his collarbone, up his neck, until she reached his lips and kissed him firmly. Taking a step back, she took off her shirt and pants, now standing in front of him in only her bra and panties.
She quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it off to the side. She pushed him roughly down on the couch with his hands still loosely restrained behind his back before climbing on top and straddling him. She placed herself lower on his lap so she could reach down and pull his hard cock out of the opening in his boxers.
She stroked it a couple times before moving up on his lap so the crotch of her panties would rub against him, making him to groan. She gripped his upper arms tightly and rubbed against him, feeling herself get wet from the friction.
Though she wanted to do more and hold out longer, she couldn’t any more. Even just this slight taste of something she had always wanted was enough to bring her so close to the edge she could barely stand it. She stood up and took off her panties, wasting no time in straddling him again and lowering herself so his entire cock slid into her.
He threw his head back and groaned as she gripped his shoulder tightly. She moved her body up and down and he soon began to thrust his hips upward in rhythm of her movement. When he tried moving his hands out of the loose restraint to grab onto her, she pressed firmly down on his arms to prevent it.
With a stern look on her face she shook her head and he looked up at her, dazed but fascinated. She moved her body up and down faster and faster until her cries of orgasm filled the apartment. She didn’t stop until she felt him cum. She stood up and pulled him forward by his shoulders to remove the shirt that had been keeping his wrists together. She placed it in his hands and told him to clean up. He did so with such obedience she was surprised but didn’t show it.
After he finished, she softened her gaze and quietly took the shirt from him to throw it into the hamper with the other dirty clothes. She walked back over to the couch and lowered herself to sit on his lap, draping her arms around her neck and looking into his eyes with a sweet expression. She was happy. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, their lips just brushing.
“Was that okay?” She pulled back slightly and looked at him with eyes that said she sincerely hoped it was okay. It was not because she wanted to do it again and go further than that, much further; it was because she wanted him to feel comfortable and have enjoyed it at least as much as she did.
He nodded and smiled. “Yes,” he said quietly as he stretched his neck forward to kiss her on the cheek.
His hands came up to grab onto her waist as he continued to shower her cheek with gentle kisses. She hummed out a sigh, feeling content.
“I really enjoyed it,” he confessed as he pulled back to meet her gaze. “I have to admit I’m still surprised.”
“I know,” she admitted.
She heaved a sigh as she debated whether or not to tell him what she had seen on his laptop screen. She opted against it, at least for the time being, but did think they should talk more about this newest interaction. If she wanted to keep going she needed to know where he stood with it all.
It needed to be straightforward rather than experimental like it was tonight. This had just been for her to see if he seemed open to the idea and he certainly did. What made the excitement build even more for her was the fact that he had just taken on the submissive role so naturally. Every time she fantasized about engaging in these kinds of activities she always imagined being in control. She was not opposed to trying a switch, but she felt from deep within she would never enjoy it nearly as much as being the dominant one.
“Honestly,” she started, but stopped as the feeling of being nervous about addressing this topic openly with him welled up in her again. She tried to push it down by reassuring he would be open to it. Even if he didn’t want to pursue it and explore, he would not judge her for having these urges.
At this moment she wondered why she ever thought he would have a negative reaction. He had never been that kind of man with her or anybody. She trusted him and had to believe she could be honest about what she wanted. She realized that was a major component of the relationship. She had to be able to say what she felt, thought, needed, and wanted without feeling afraid. She had never felt any anxiety about this until recently regarding the concerns about her relationship, but she now had a better grasp of what those concerns were. If she was right, opening up about this desire and exploring it with him would settle the worries that had been bothering her lately.
“Honestly,” she repeated, “I’ve wanted to do something like that for some time now.” She held her breath, waiting for him to say something. She didn’t want to continue until she gauged his initial reaction. She wanted to weigh her words and approach this in the best way. This was the most nervous she had ever been about anything in her relationship.
“Really?
” He seemed surprised, but that was to be expected. She nodded. He stroked her cheek and said, “Well, I really enjoyed it. Is there more you’ve been wanting for some time now?”
This was it. He was handing her the reigns and giving her the perfect opportunity to tell him about it all. She had never been with a man that made her feel comfortable enough to do this. She had always been intrigued by it; she had always found it sexy and thought it would bring a different and powerful level of intimacy into the relationship but had never been with the right person for it. This was about trust.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I’ve always wanted to try things like we did tonight but stuff that takes it further.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like BDSM,” she blurted out. She shut her mouth and looked right at him as a bolt of nervous electricity trailed down her back. His eyes widened a little but it was purely out of surprise and likely from not expecting her to just say what she wanted.
“Hmm,” he said as his eyes shifted and looked around the room. He met her gaze again and asked, “Why hadn’t you said anything before?”
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