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  Jennifer’s Gift

  Nicole Ryan

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  I placed the bags of groceries on the counter as Tiffany bounded up the stairs two at a time, her cell phone in hand. I rolled my eyes as I placed the milk and eggs in the fridge, and glanced at the clock, it was almost four, I had two more hours until Charles would be home and Tiffany would be leaving for my mother’s. I licked my lips as I remembered our night at the hotel last weekend, my insides clenched in anticipation and I rushed to put everything away.

  “Tiffany!” I called, staring at the ceiling above me.

  “I’m on… the phone!” She called with annoyance.

  “Well, when you’re finished get down here!” I shook my head and rubbed my temples.

  I couldn’t wait for Tiffany to leave, I had spent the entire week driving her to recitals and dance competitions, three competitions and four recitals in one week was too much. I set to work on the kitchen, doing the small amount of dishes that were in the sink, rinsing and drying them carefully as I remembered the bite of the zip ties on my wrists. Charles’ raspy voice close to my ear, saying the naughtiest things I’d ever heard in my life, right in my ear. I closed my eyes and smiled. It had been ages since I’d daydreamed about our sex life.

  “What is it?” Tiffany said as she rounded the corner of the kitchen, her backpack in hand.

  “I was going to see if you wanted to bring this over to Nana’s?” I held a container of Swedish meatballs I’d made the night before.

  “Oh my God yes, thanks mom. Nana makes the grossest stuff sometimes.” She said and kissed my cheek before walking to the door.

  “How are you getting to Nana’s? Are you going to walk?” I asked putting the last of the clean dishes away.

  “Yeah! See ya tomorrow.” She called as the door slammed behind her.

  I put my hand on my hip and pursed my lips as I walked to the foyer window. I peered out the filmy white curtain to watch Tiffany round the corner. Just as she picked up into a jog, her friend Claire appeared in my view, and I released a sigh of relief. We lived in a very safe neighborhood, but I would always worry. I walked up the stairs as the warm evening sunlight shone through the sheer curtains. The carpet was warm on my bare feet and the spring air seemed to smell fresher today.

  I opened the large bay window over my garden tub in our master bathroom, the sound of a neighbor mowing their lawn whirred in the distance, and the smell of fresh cut grass filled the bathroom as I turned on the hot water. As the tub filled I piled my hair on top of my head, securing it with a tie, and then removed my clothes before gingerly stepping into the steaming water. I rested my head on the back of the tub, my eyes closed, absorbing the calmness around me.

  Charles’ words seeped into my brain, and I could almost feel the sting of his fingers slapping my nipples. I opened my eyes and looked down at my body, my nipples were already hard from my memories. There was something incredibly erotic about remembering that night. After we’d fucked like animal, he’d drawn a warm bath for the two of us, and made love to me so gently, I cried.

  I slid my hand between my thighs, remembering the feel of Charles smacking them commanding me to spread them wider. I rested my knees on each side of the tub as I slipped my fingers inside of myself, chewing on my lower lip as I slid my fingers in and out of myself, just as I felt my orgasm crashing through me, I heard the front door open, and close softly downstairs. I was shocked at first, but then grinned and pressed my warm hands to my hot cheeks. He must have planned on coming home early after all.

  Charles appeared in the doorway, his suit jacket slung over his wide shoulder, his tie loose and the top button of his shirt open. He was grinning at me and I smiled, sinking lower into the tub.

  “Hey.” He said.

  “Hi.”

  “What’s on the bed?” He tipped his head curiously, lifting a playful eyebrow. His velvety voice sent tingles down my spine as I thought about that tongue on my body.

  “A gift.” I replied quietly.

  Charles raised an eyebrow before disappearing into our bedroom and returning with the steel spreader bar. He turned it over in his hands, the leather cuffs clinking as they fell over and dangled from their locks. Charles tapped it on his palm lightly.

  “And what is the other set of cuffs for?” He asked with a small smile.

  “For whatever you want to do with them.” I whispered, a lump forming in my throat.

  Charles smirked and disappeared again. When he returned this time his shirt was open and he was tugging off his tie, his biceps jumping slightly and making my pussy clench. He glanced at me as he removed his watch and placed it beside his sink on the double vanity. Slowly he walked over to me holding his hand out and I took it, stepping from the tub and standing in front of him. He crouched before me as he began to towel me dry, rubbing rough circles over my skin and making my body tingle. When he leaned up he captured my left nipple in his mouth, circling my breast with his hands before abruptly abandoning it and taking my other nipple between his teeth, pulling them over my sensitive flesh and making me jump.

  “I love you so much, Jen.” He said quietly, looking up into my eyes as I curled my fingers into his hair.

  “I love you more.” I said before sinking to my knees and opening his pants.

  Charles sat back on his heels and slipped his fingers over my bun. I felt my hair tumble down over my damp shoulders as I took Charles’ thick head into my mouth, inhaling his musky scent, it was intoxicating. I massaged his head with my tongue gently as I worked over his shaft and balls, rolling them in my palms before sliding my hands up and giving his head a twist with my mouth. Charles gathered my hair up in his hands and watched me devour him inch by inch, struggling to take all of him into my throat.

  Charles moaned and his balls crept up toward his body, I slid my fingers along them gently and began to stroke his taunt muscle behind them, dragging my fingers forward and back until he grunted and shot his hot cum into my throat. I closed my eyes as I swallowed, squeezing his shaft from base to head, sucking every drop from him before he grasped my shoulders and hauled me to my feet.

  “Come here.” He said softly and I followed him into our bedroom.

  Charles slapped my bottom as he crossed the bedroom and opened my bureau, opening my lingerie drawer and rummaging through it, his face determined to find something. He returned with a pair of thigh high stockings, and a tight black control top thong that I hadn’t worn since the night I bought it, because it was such a pain in the ass to put on and take off. Charles held them out to me and I took them, quickly shimmying into the panties as Charles returned with one of my black bras and a strand of large black beads.

  “Put those on too.” He said softly as he gathered my hair into his hands and kneeled on the bed behind me while I pulled on my stockings.

  Charles quickly braided my hair; it was messy, but impressive that he even remembered how to do it. When he came around to stand in front of me he held the Spreader Bar, and a pair of heels. He slipped the heels over my stockings, before he stood and laid the steel rod across my shoulders. First, he secured the collar to my neck,
before lifting my left wrist and fastening the cuff around it and doing the same with my right. I gazed up at him, a small smile playing on his lips as he stared down into my face.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked. Surely we were not going to go outside in daylight with me dressed this way?

  “I’d like to have dinner on the back patio.” He said with a laugh.

  Charles helped me to my feet and led me down the stairs by placing two fingers on the base of my spine. My breasts were thrust out in front of me with my wrists curled around the bar, and I stared down at them as we approached the door to the patio. Charles opened the French door and I turned sideways to step down onto the concrete step, my wind chimes calling to us in the gentle spring breeze. My heels grated on the concrete as I walked out onto the patio and down onto the thick jagged slabs of stone that created a rustic yet elegant sitting area below. I turned and faced Charles, my face burning with embarrassment as the wind kissed my cheeks and lifted stray strands of hair around my face.

  His features lit up quickly and he beamed at me as he closed the distance between us, looking at my cleavage before letting his gaze run over my entire body, and back up to my eyes before he kissed me softly on the mouth. I gazed up into his eyes questioningly as he slid his thumb across my lower lip, the smile still on his lips.

  “Want to set the table for me? I’ll get dinner. Be back in twenty minutes.” He said, planting a chaste kiss on my bottom lip before leaving me in the backyard practically naked.

  ***

  I figured that the bar would make setting the table extraordinarily difficult. I managed after dropping two plates, to lean over the island in our kitchen just at the right angle to grasp a plate in my hand. It was tedious but I managed to set the table just as Charles returned home. His cologne wafted into my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen, in front of the open fridge.

  “I think I like that on you.” He said smoothly, and my stomach fluttered as I watched his eyes move over my body again.

  Charles slowly stepped toward me, his white button down shirt open at the collar, his black slacks hugging his hips perfectly. God how I wanted him in that moment, it was nearly excruciating. He smiled as he placed his hand on my hip and pulled me against his front. I would have felt awkward standing before him, my arms stretched out but the way his eyes devoured me made me feel as if I were the most beautiful thing in the world. In that moment, perhaps I was.

  “Are you hungry, my love?” He asked, his eyes moving from my lips and burning into mine.

  God how I’d longed for this, this closeness… His touch, it was overwhelming and to my chagrin tears formed in my eyes. I nodded, resting my forehead against his chin, my eyes closed as he circled my waist in his firm arms. I moaned softly as he slid his hands down my back, placing them over my ass.

  “Come here.” He said softly and before I opened my eyes, I heard a metallic snap as he attached a leash to the leather around my neck.

  I stared at him for a second, not sure if I should get to my knees, and unsure how I’d manage that attached to the bar.

  “Just walk with me.” He said, and flashed that handsome smile, dimpling his cheeks.

  I followed him, my heart thudding wildly in my chest, moisture already collecting between my thighs. Charles began to pull small trays from the paper bags, and two candles. The sun was setting now, and I gazed at my husband setting out a beautiful dinner, filet mignon with dark succulent greens and beautiful rosemary roasted potatoes. I was curious as to why he was only placing the food at one place setting, but quickly understood when he placed a thick black pillow on the ground.

  After lighting the candles Charles made his way to me slowly, removing the bar from my shoulders after undoing the cuffs at my wrists and neck then disappeared into the house. I felt more naked with the collar gone from my neck than I had all evening. When Charles returned he was holding one of my scarves.

  I felt his hands on mine as he placed his lips on the back of my neck. Slowly he pulled my hands behind me, and began to wrap the soft and silky material around them. When my wrists were secure he placed his fingers on the base of my spine, and led me toward the table. He sat slowly, holding my hips in his warm hands as he gazed at my thighs, and began to move his eyes slowly up to my stomach, and breasts. He reached up and quickly pulled the cups down, freeing first one breast, and then the other.

  Charles pulled me closer to him, clamping his lips over my right nipple and sucking hard before releasing it and grabbing me roughly with his hand, scooping my other nipple into his mouth quickly. He uttered sounds unlike any I’d heard from him before, guttural almost, as if he were eating a delicious dinner after surviving on flavorless oatmeal for months. He groaned softly as he pulled my nipple between his lips, and ran his hands down my thighs, my balance wavering under his rough touch. I sighed and closed my eyes, relishing in the feel of him, only to be left chilly as the heat of his passion disappeared.

  I opened my eyes and looked down at him; his face was turned up to mine slightly, a smile in his eyes as he tugged on the silk ties around my wrists. I slowly got down onto my knees, situating myself on the oversized pillow between Charles knees. His cock was already lengthening; my eyes were drawn to the sight of him slowly creeping down his thigh like a magnet. Charles placed his thumb on my chin and tipped my face up to his, I gazed at him eagerly, waiting for his instruction.

  The spring breeze made my wind chimes hum softly as Charles brought the fork and spicy beef to my lips; it was hot and salty in my watering mouth. I watched Charles lift a bite to his own mouth; he chewed gracefully, his sly smile hiding at the corner of his mouth as he cast glances down at me. When he finished, he stabbed a potato, and the smell of rosemary tingled my senses before the savory potato burst in my mouth. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from Charles’ lengthening cock, it crept toward me invitingly, and without preamble, I leaned forward and began to nuzzle my face against his solid shaft.

  Charles placed his fingers under my chin and tipped my face up to his again. “Not without permission, princess.”

  My insides tightened deliciously at the endearment and I nodded slowly as he tugged gently on my jaw, opening my mouth and placing a forkful of warm garlic veggies on my tongue. I watched him curiously as I chewed slowly savoring the delectable food. He was still incredibly handsome, strikingly sexy after all these years. It was hard to imagine how we’d never discovered this type of play before. Why hadn’t I told him sooner about what I wanted? How did I never understand what he wanted? Surely there must have been some hints along the way.

  Charles stood and charmingly helped me to my feet, that big smile warming my heart, how long it had been since he’d smiled so much in one day? His hands were on my hips and he slowly slid them up to my breasts, pinching my nipples quite roughly before molding my breasts to his palms and kissing me deeply. I twisted my thumbs around the soft material that bound my wrists, longing to wrap my arms around his neck. A soft moan escaped my throat, and Charles circled his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. I stumbled a little on the heels, but it was nearly dark, the wind was cold, and his arms were like a warm blanket.

  Charles took me inside, and walked me up the stairs, removing his clothing slowly. I smiled at the sight of his bare torso, and his dimples played again at his cheeks while his eyes danced. In our room Charles took me into his arms again, only this time my back was pressed to him. I felt his cock at my hands and slowly began massaging him as he lifted my braid and placed it over my shoulder, kissing my exposed neck. His fingers slid down my arms sending tingles across my skin and making my nipples harden in anticipation. I closed my eyes reveling in the feel of him.

  Charles was crouching behind me, tugging the tight thong down over my hips before slipping it down my legs and helping me step out of it. He sat on the floor, resting his back against the side of our bed, and turned me to face the closet mirror which was the length of the wall, stretching floor to ceiling. He pulled down on
my hips, dragging me to the floor and sitting me between his legs.

  I watched him in the mirror as he peered into my gaze through it, and placed his hands on my knees, pulling them open and then hooking his feet over my ankles to keep them open. In the mirror I saw a stranger, this woman naked save for a strand of black beads, thigh high stockings and heels. Her legs were spread; her freshly waxed pussy exposed completely, dark with arousal. Charles was biting her neck now as her eyes closed and her head collapsed back to his shoulder.

  “No. Open your eyes. Look in the mirror.” He said firmly.

  I lifted my lids, keeping my head against his shoulder as I watched his hand move down my thigh and he slid his fingers over my aching sex. The same fingers that had touched me thousands of times before suddenly felt new, strange to me, as if this were the first time I’d been with him. His eyes were intense, so passionate that I could hardly look at him as he began to circle my clitoris, dragging my wetness up and down, smearing it around my labia and sending waves of pleasure through me. I bit my lip and closed my eyes again, Charles gave me a shake with his firm shoulder, and then brought his free hand to my hair and lifted my head, turning my face to his and kissing me as he jerked his hand faster. I squirmed on the ground, the carpet burning my bare ass as I struggled away from him. His erection dug into my back as I dug my heels into the carpet and pressed back against him, trying to escape his hand.

  Charles laughed darkly, and pulled away to look into my face as he continued to roughly stroke my clitoris. I twisted out of his arms, my entire body shaking with convulsions as I moaned loudly. Charles yanked me back to him, turning me slightly until I was laying in front of him. He had his free hand holding my thigh now, pressing it against the carpet, spreading my legs as wide as they would go.

  “Fuck!” I screamed as my thighs jumped. “I can’t Charles please…” I ground out, bucking my hips against his unbelievably intense fingers.