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C ruz walked through the front door. His suit jacket draped over his arm, and his tie had been loosened before he’d even left his office. The day felt like anything that could have gone wrong went wrong. Two of his technicians had somehow loaded the wrong profiles into systems, giving random people access to other people’s homes and the cameras installed. He had to deal with pissed-off customers, but he couldn’t blame them.
Then, a new application they were working on to integrate into the software next year decided that, after months of software engineering and testing, it wanted to crash. Luckily, they’d gotten it back up and running, and none of the coding was lost. It would have been just his luck if it had.
He wished he could be surprised by what had gone wrong during the day, but he wasn’t. It was par for the course on his birthday. If something was going to go wrong at work, that was the day it would all come to a head.
Paetyn turned to him when he entered the living room. “Rough day?” he asked with a raised brow.
“One thing after another.” He paused. “Where’s Erin?”
“She had a walk-in and said she’d run a little late.”
Another thing to add to the day’s list. His girlfriend was late to his birthday dinner, but he knew it wasn’t intentional. Cruz hadn’t wanted to do anything fancy and opted for dinner with the three of them at home. He wasn’t fond of big birthday celebrations unless it was a milestone birthday, and he still had two years until his next one.
“Why don’t you go shower and change,” Paetyn suggested. “It might help.”
It was a suggestion that mirrored his thoughts when he’d gotten out of his car, and he had more time than he thought he would. He went to his bedroom, tossing the jacket into one of the hampers in his closet and his phone onto the bed. Once in his ensuite, he started the shower, undressing as the water heated.
When he stepped under the shower spray, the hot water immediately began to soothe the events of the day away. He stood there for a couple of minutes, allowing the water to run over him, before bathing and stepping out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and ran another over his hair.
After drying off and moisturizing, Cruz pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He grabbed his phone and went downstairs. He found Paetyn coming down one hall, the bedding from his playroom in his hands.
“Are you washing them?” Cruz asked, sitting his phone on the coffee table.
“Yeah, it’s time. If you want to bring me yours, I’ll put them in after mine,” Paetyn responded.
“Sure,” Cruz replied, heading down the opposite hall.
They hadn’t been in either of their playrooms in a few weeks, but Paetyn insisted they wash the bedding every two weeks to keep it fresh when they hadn’t been in there. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, his brow furrowed because he could have sworn they’d washed them last week and… oh . His thoughts shifted as he pushed the door open, and his eyes zeroed in on Erin sitting on the bondage table, legs crossed. She wore a deep green teddy, which was see-through in all the right places, complimenting smooth, carob skin. He closed the door behind him.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you, Ma?y. I take it I get to unwrap you as my present?” he asked, closing the distance between them.
Erin slid off the table. “I got you a real present, but you do. I have something else planned first.”
Cruz slipped his arms around her, grabbing handfuls of her lush ass cheeks. The flesh was warm and soft in his grip. “And what would that be?”
She gave him a soft peck before leading him to the bondage chair. “Sit here.” Cruz raised a brow at her. “I won’t tie you up, but it will give you the best view.”
He didn’t necessarily object to her wanting to restrain him. He wasn’t as opposed to it as Paetyn tended to be. He did as she requested and watched as she tapped her phone, which he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the bondage table, too focused on her. Soft music began to play as she walked to the pole in the middle of the room and…
“Shit,” Cruz groaned under his breath. He’d added the pole to the design because he thought it’d be nice to have in case, but no one had ever used it.
He was transfixed from her first rotation around the pole as Janet Jackson asked what he felt were rhetorical questions because he wouldn’t mind doing anything Erin wanted him to.
Cruz’s dick was at attention, and he palmed it over his sweats as he watched her twist around the pole, shifting to an upside-down position, her plump ass catching his eyes. All he wanted to do was hold onto it as he bottomed out in her, use it to pull her to meet every thrust he planned on giving her.
Patience . He attempted to practice it, but it was almost a losing battle. The only thing stopping him from taking her off that pole was that he knew she wanted him to watch. She’d prepared it just for his birthday, and he wouldn’t ruin it by being impatient.
However, when the song had finished, and she slowly came to a stop, he got out of the chair and picked her up. He pulled a gasp from her that he swallowed with a kiss and walked them over to the bed.
Cruz laid her down, his hand slipping between them, and he pulled on the fabric between her legs hard enough to rip it with one fluid motion. The fabric tearing echoed in the room, and she whined against his lips.
“Baby, I liked this.”
Cruz moved to kissing along her jaw, then down her neck. “I’ll buy you another one.”
He slipped a finger inside of her and found that she was as wet as he was hard, and that was saying something, considering he’d be willing to bet he could currently break concrete with his dick. Her dance had its desired effect, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to taste her or fuck her first.
When her walls squeezed around his finger, his decision was made. He wanted to feel that, feel her tighten around his dick. It took under ten seconds for him to have his shirt tossed to one side, his sweats kicked to another, and his dick sinking into Erin’s pussy.
E rin didn’t get nervous about much, but she was as she pressed play on her phone and walked to the pole as Janet Jackson’s “Would You Mind” began to fill the room, and she thought she heard Cruz curse. She walked around the pole slowly when she started to sing.
She had taken eleven classes over the past three weeks. She’d found one, enrolled before their vacation, and had been going since they returned. Her confidence in everything she learned and the routine she’d put together had been high until the music started.
Erin had done everything she should when dancing in a new place. She measured to ensure the routine she’d choreographed would work in the space, then practiced several times. Her last appointment had been at two, and she’d come straight to their house to practice since she hadn’t been able to before.
She’d also been nervous about performing the dance for Cruz because what if he didn’t like it? It must have been visible on her face because Paetyn had reassured her that he would love it, even though he hadn’t seen it after he’d helped her measure. Erin wanted Cruz to be the first to witness it since it was his birthday.
It didn’t matter how much she’d practiced, though. There was still the possibility of messing up or falling. She quickly shook the thought from her head and spun around the pole. Aware of the heavy gaze of those gray eyes on her.
Using the pole in his playroom immediately jumped to the forefront of her mind when Erin thought about something special she wanted to do for him for his birthday. So she pulled on the confidence she had before, determined to make this the best dance he ever watched. She would make him forget any others he’d seen in the room.
Erin caught his eyes while she was halfway up the pole, holding that intense gaze as her body rolled to the music slowly. She dropped her legs, spinning around the pole, arching her back against it while slowly sliding down it. She turned around, gradually standing up, ass on full display for him as she started the last sequence of her dance.
The music began to fade out after the last chorus, and she barely had her feet back on the ground when Cruz was out of his chair, picking her up. She gasped, but it was drowned out quickly by his lips on hers.
He laid her on the bed, his hand sliding down the fabric of the teddy. It settled between her legs, and with a firm tug, he ripped it. Erin let out a whimper.
“Baby, I liked this,” she stated as he pulled his lips from hers, planting soft kisses along her jaw to her neck.
“I’ll buy you another one.”
She was sure he would, and she was tempted to tell him that wasn’t the point, but she had bought it specifically for his birthday. So she guessed he could do with it what he wanted to. The finger he slipped inside her stopped her from doing anything but moaning.
Erin knew she was dripping wet. His eyes on her as she’d danced caused a geyser between her legs. She flexed her muscles around his finger, and before she had time to register what was happening, his clothes were discarded, and he was sinking into her.
She arched into him, her hands gripping the comforter as he bottomed out, filling her, stretching her. The pause of adjustment was brief as he grabbed her hips, pulled out, and drove back in hard.
“Cruz!” she damn near screamed, her hands tightening in the comforter.
“You feel so good around my dick.” He thrust again. “So wet and warm.” Another thrust that had the air punched from her lungs. “A perfect fit around me. Like a fucking glove.”
His thrusts were hard and punishing, and he pulled her to meet each one of them. It was a tightrope of pain and pleasure, and he walked it finely. They’d only started, and she knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
She preened at the praise and tightened her pussy around him. He moaned in response before smirking at her, knowing what his words did to her. He leaned over as he continued to thrust, placing his lips by her ear.
“Such a little praise princess.”
Her pussy drenched at that. “Baby,” she whimpered.
It was the first time he’d called her that, and it felt incredibly sinful for some reason. It caused heat to coil in her stomach, and she’d be embarrassed that she was already on the verge of cumming if it wasn’t for the fact that it had become her norm with them.
Cruz moved one of his hands and slid it under her shoulder, quickening his pace, and all Erin could do was hold on as he pushed gasps from her lips with his dick. While that ball of heat tightened in her stomach to something almost painful, and then it was spilling from her.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, and she hadn’t realized she’d moved her hands from the bed to his back, her nails digging in until he chuckled, biting her neck.
“That’s it, Ma?y. Mark me up. It’s only fair since I plan on having your thighs bruised.”
Her breath hitched at his words, and before she could respond, not that she was going to, he’d pulled from her, flipped her over, and pulled her ass into the air. He slapped the top of her left cheek and then the underside of her right in two quick motions before sliding back into her.
One hand was on her waist, the other on her ass, and he was once again fucking her with deep, hard thrusts. Her ass bounced off his abdomen with each one—the sound echoing through the room like surround sound.
Erin’s nipples were sensitive, rubbing against the fabric of the teddy, and after a few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. But when she tried to sit up to take it off, his hand moved from her waist to the back of her neck, and he pushed her back down. Her cheek against the bed, her back arched, ass in the air, and she didn’t think it was possible, but he gave a more arduous thrust that had Erin trying to move off his dick.
“Nuh-uh,” he stated, never stopping his thrusts. “Stay down and stay on my dick. You’re going to take it like this until I cum. You understand, baby.”
Erin bit her lip. It wasn’t a question, but she still nodded. Another hard thrust amid the others. “Yes, yes. I understand,” she amended.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Always so good for me.” He leaned over her and nipped her earlobe. “When you aren’t being a fucking brat,” he whispered.
“Shit,” she cursed, fists balling in the fabric.
She wasn’t always a brat. Typically, she reserved it for when she was in one of their playrooms because that’s what they were for, in her opinion. However, hearing him call her one had the same effect as his praising her.
Erin felt her orgasm building a few minutes later as Cruz’s rhythm became sporadic, and she knew he was close. Her pussy convulsed around him. If his dick needed air to breathe, she was trying to suffocate it.
“Cruz, I’m cumming,” she announced as he angled his hips, brushed her spot, and ripped it from her.
A few more thrusts found him following, holding her tight against him, and Erin moaned because she could feel every spurt that left him. There was so much that she had no doubt it would run out without him pulling his dick out.
“Shit,” he stated, his hold on her waist tightening briefly before letting her go. “Fuck. Fuck ,” he groaned.
Erin’s brow furrowed because he was clearly upset. She pushed up onto her hands, and he pulled out of her. She looked at him to find him looking between her legs. There was no need for her to wonder what he was looking at. She could feel his cum slipping out of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling his attention.
“I’m sorry.”
She assumed he meant because he’d sometimes been rougher than usual. “It’s fine. You didn’t hurt me, and a couple of bruises aren’t going to kill me,” she shrugged.
“Not that. I didn’t mean to cum in you. I shouldn’t have cum in you. Not without asking you.”
Erin turned to face him with a smile. “It’s fine. I trust that neither of you would put me at risk that way, and you know that I’m on birth control.” She sat up on her knees, feeling more of his cum leaking out of her. “And you trust me to take it, right?”
“Of course, baby.”
“Then it’s fine.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. “And considering that most of your cum has spilled out of me, I suggest you work on giving me more.” She bit his bottom lip. “Or I will start acting like a brat.”
Cruz chuckled against her lips. “Well, we can’t have that.”
Erin pulled him down on top of her as she laid back. “Then you better get to work.”
His eyes darkened, and she was more than prepared to deal with the animal she was intent on prodding and letting loose.