42
E rin looked herself over in the mirror one last time. She wore a deep blue lace bra and matching boy shorts. The silk bow Cruz helped her tie around her waist added the final touch for her to present herself as a present. It was Paetyn’s birthday, and she was surprising him. Unlike Cruz’s, which had fallen on a Friday, Paetyn’s fell in the middle of the week, and they weren’t scheduled to celebrate until that weekend, but Erin was going to celebrate him on his actual day.
She didn’t want Paetyn to know she was in the house before she was ready since he thought she had a late appointment, so Cruz picked her up after her last appointment. She’d been lucky because he hadn’t been home when they arrived but showed up shortly after. Erin had anticipated that could happen and decided to get ready in the bathroom housed in his playroom. It was the last place she felt he would go.
Erin had bathed in her favorite shower gel and sprayed on the perfume she knew Paetyn preferred. Once dressed and lathered in a lotion that complimented the smell of her perfume and body wash, she texted Cruz and asked him to help her tie the bow while he’d been occupying Paetyn by working out together. Now, she was making sure nothing was out of place.
“You look perfect,” Cruz stated from where he leaned against the bathroom door frame. “He’s going to enjoy unwrapping you.”
“Thank you, babe. How are you going to get him to come in here?”
He shrugged. “I’ll tell him one of his toys ended up in my room.” He pushed himself off the frame and held his hand out to her. Erin took it, turning the light off and allowing him to lead her down the stairs into the bedroom. He helped her onto the bed before kissing her forehead. “Have fun tonight.” She watched him take a paddle off the wall and exit the playroom, closing the door behind him.
Erin was as nervous waiting for Paetyn as she had been waiting for Cruz, waiting to perform her dance for him, and she didn’t understand why because they’d had sex before, plenty of times. She supposed it could have been the effects of the room and knowing what kind of night they were going to have. She hadn’t choreographed a new dance because she was aware of the differences in her boyfriends. While Paetyn would have appreciated it, there was something else she knew he’d enjoy more.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed. There weren’t clocks in the playrooms, and she’d left her phone in the bathroom with all her other things. She could have gotten it, but it would have been her luck that he would have come in while she was. With each second that passed, she got a bit more antsy. The anticipation was killing her, and the night wasn’t even about her.
Finally, she heard footsteps, and Erin positioned herself in the middle of the bed and sat on her knees. When the door swung open, those green eyes were drawn to her immediately, and they stayed on her as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He wore sweatpants, hair still damp from a shower, and Erin wanted to make his beard match it. The paddle that Cruz had taken was placed on the bedside table when he reached the bed.
“Aren’t you an alluring little present,” Paetyn stated, eyes roaming over her. “Do I get to unwrap you, Angel?”
“That and more.”
“Oh? How do you want to play?”
Erin shook her head. “You choose. It’s your birthday, and I plan on being so good for you. I’m going to be your perfect little angel.”
She didn’t miss how his pupils dilated, his irises almost blown, as something dangerous settled in his eyes. He gave her a smile that she’d come to realize was nothing short of predatory, of claiming.
Normally, at some point in their playrooms, Erin would purposely act like a brat because she enjoyed how they handled her and the punishments they gave her. However, she was aware that Paetyn enjoyed it when she was compliant and did as he asked—those times usually happened outside of the playroom because, to Erin, here was where she was meant to be a brat, to experience everything that came along with being in the room. Tonight, would be different.
He picked her up and sat her on her feet before taking a few steps back. “Undress for me. Leave the bow.”
Erin unhooked the single clasp in the front of the bra and allowed it to fall open. Paetyn’s eyes shifted to her breast, and she would swear she could feel the heat of his gaze. The phantom sensation made her already aroused nipples harden more. She removed the bra, allowing it to drop to the floor. She turned around, bending over as she slowly removed the panties. The wetness of her pussy saying hello as she heard him curse under his breath.
She moved the panties to the side once out of them and faced him again. The way he looked at her, how his eyes trailed over her, Erin knew she was going to be in for more pleasure than one person would probably be able to take, but she damn sure was going to try.
“Tell me your temperatures.”
“Cold, I don’t like it; lukewarm, I need more; warm is perfect; hot, I need a break; boiling it is too much, and everything stops,” Erin responded as she watched him remove a silk blindfold from where it hung.
“Good girl. Turn around for me.”
She did as requested and was soon shrouded in darkness as he put the blindfold on her. His fingers ghosted along her neck before she no longer felt him. Erin stayed where she was, waiting to feel him again, waiting for a command, she wasn’t sure which would come first.
Erin felt him, his beard brushing against her jawline and neck as his lips brushed her ear. “Do you trust me, Angel?” She nodded. What she had not felt initially was what she assumed was a riding crop in his hand. Not until it came down on her pussy, dangerously close to her clit. “Erin,” he admonished.
“Yes,” she verbalized. “Yes, I trust you.”
“You trust that I’ll take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“You trust that I’ll bring you nothing but pleasure?”
“I do.”
“You’re giving me consent to do as I please with you?”
“Yes, Paetyn.”
“I can use you to satisfy every desire I have,” he stated, his deep timbre moving through her.
“Please.” It was barely a whisper, sounding louder than it was in the room as if she were afraid to break the atmosphere.
He picked her up and placed her on the bed. Erin focused on the sounds around her, listening as he removed his sweatpants. A drawer opened and closed, and everything went silent, but she could feel his eyes on her like the deepest caresses. The beating of her heart could be heard loudly in her ears. Anticipation once again got the better of her.
“Face down, Angel,” he instructed as he finally joined her on the bed.
Erin got into position, ass in the air, and again, everything was still. She was on display. It was arousing and unnerving in the best way.
When he finally touched her, Erin thought the sweet sting of the crop would follow, but that wasn’t what happened. He kneaded one of her ass cheeks as he placed the clamp on her clit and set it on the lowest vibration option. She released a small moan at the pressure and stimulation that immediately surged through her clit.
“Tonight, I want you to feel everything,” Paetyn started. “I want to see how well you can hold it in for me, but only after I’ve made this pretty little pussy sensitive.”
Erin felt the head of his dick at her entrance, and he sank in, stopping only when her ass was flush against him, and the moan that passed her lips was nothing short of wanton. His words registered, and Erin knew that trying to hold her orgasms after he’d given her several to push her to the point of sensitivity would be the cruelest, most delightful torture, and she’d succumb to every second of it.
P aetyn groaned in the back of his throat as he pushed deep into Erin’s warmth. She always felt like heaven around him. Always welcomed him as if it was the only place he should be. He hadn’t expected to find her in his playroom when Cruz told him he suspected the extra paddle he had found in his room belonged to him, but he should have. Even with their plans to celebrate that weekend, he should have known she wouldn’t miss celebrating on his day.
She’d been a vision as she always was, dressed in his favorite color, wrapped with a bow like the gift she was. Then she’d told him she was going to be good for him, and he immediately conjured several things he wanted to do to her, several ways he wanted to bring her pleasure. And she’d answered each of his questions with a breathy affirmation that served to have his dick standing at attention, preparing for whatever the night brought them.
His first thought had been to take his time, build her release multiple times, and never push her over. Take her right to the brink of breaking before he let her cum for him. But his second thought won out. It would be so much better to make her cum, get her dripping wet, push her to the edge of sensitivity, and then demand she hold her orgasms until he was ready to take them again.
“You always feel like pure bliss, Angel,” he praised, and she moaned, her pussy tightening around him. “Always so ready to take me,” Paetyn stated as he pulled out before rolling his hips and slowly pushing back in.
He gave her slow, deep strokes, wanting her to feel every inch of his dick, every slide of it along her walls. He reveled in every sweet sound that she gave him. Each moan, each little whimper when he angled his hips and hit just the right spot. Paetyn gripped the back of the ribbon that formed the bow, used it as leverage, and pulled her back into each thrust.
“That’s it, baby. Take every inch for me. Let me feel this sweet little pussy grip me.”
She tightened around him, and he threw his head back and moaned, pulling her harder into the following thrusts. The sound of their bodies joining reverberated in the room.
“Paetyn,” she whimpered.
“I hear you, Angel. I’m not stopping you right now. Cum on my dick.”
And she did. Right then, at his request. The flood of warmth had him speeding up his thrusts, fucking her through the broken dam of her pleasure as she released hitched breaths, hands gripping the comforter, and Paetyn decided to put them to better use. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands back to rest on those luscious globes.
“Spread it open for me, baby. Let me watch my dick disappear into heaven.”
Erin complied, and Paetyn retook hold of the ribbon, eyes locked on his dick retreating from her warmth, covered in her release like an extra layer of skin before jutting his hips and pushing back in. As she held herself open on display for him, he allowed saliva to drip from his lips, and she gasped as she felt it. Paetyn used the thumb of his free hand to circle it around her entrance before the tip of his thumb breached it, and the whine she let out had his dick jumping in her pussy.
Watching his dick fuck her pussy should not have turned him on as much as it always did, but he chalked it up to the fact that everything regarding Erin strongly affected him.
Fucking her to her next orgasm in that position didn’t take long, with the help of the constant vibration against her clit. He knew the toy would help push her to sensitivity faster, and he had no intention of removing it until it had.
“Paetyn. Fuck, Papi, I’m cumming!”
He thrust into her harder than he meant to, his thumb pushing deeper. Her calling him that always caused something possessive to come to the forefront because she didn’t utter it often, and usually only when it was the two of them. The way she drenched his dick didn’t help matters.
“You’re raining all over me, Angel,” he told her in Spanish. “Such a good girl giving me what I want.” The praise had the effect it always did, and her walls clenched around him; hitched breaths left her as he continued to fuck her.
He paused long enough to pull out and flip her over. Paetyn slid his arms under her legs as he sank his dick back inside her. He laced their fingers together, but the pace he chose was far from his original one. He wanted her to cum again, wanted them to cum together before he secured her to the restraints on the bed and made use of the crop and paddle nearby. Before he pushed her pleasure even further and then sank back into her and tortured her with it.
Time became irrelevant as it always did when he was with her, and he felt his balls begin to tighten. Knew he was on the brink of cumming, and could tell by the way her legs shook over his arms that she was right there with him. A single tear escaping from under the blindfold had him pausing.
“Angel?” he questioned.
“Warm, warm, please. Don’t stop. Keep fucking my pussy.”
Paetyn’s thrusts continued. “Your pussy?” he questioned, giving her a hard thrust.
“Fuck! Yours.”
“Whose?” Another hard thrust.
“Shit! Yours, Papi.”
Paetyn leaned over her, speaking against her lips. “That’s right. It’s my pussy.” He was on the brink of cumming. “Should I cum in my pussy?” He nipped her lower lip.
“Yeeessss! I’m cumming!”
He followed right behind her, burying his face in her neck as he emptied ropes of cum inside her. “Fuck, Angel,” he moaned.
He reached between them, removed the clamp from her clit, and she gasped. He gave her soft kisses as he pulled out of her. He removed his arms from under her and caressed her thighs as he watched his cum begin to leak out of her. He would give her a minute before he moved on.
Besides, Paetyn had all night to play and would use every second of it until he’d exhausted them both.