25. Raven
RAVEN
There’s a constant and persistent buzzing, and I roll over, reaching out for Sawyer, but the bed is empty. I push up quickly, my head swiveling around the room to look for him, and my muscles groan in protest. Getting old is for the birds. Fuck, my name is a bird. I guess it’s inevitable.
The buzzing starts again, and I sit up. Is he fucking with my vibrators again? I look over at the nightstand, and my phone is lit up with notifications.
I scrub a hand down my face. No haunted vibrators. It’s just the mom group DM.
Bella: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAVEN!!!!
Lucy: Happy birthday!
Summer: Woohoo! Lordy, lordy, Raven is forty! I hope your day is magical!
Lucy: Raven doesn’t believe in magic.
Summer: Or ghosts.
Bella: Who’s ready to PAAAARTAAAAYYYY?
Summer: That’s a secret.
Summer: Crap. Wrong thread.
Summer: How do I delete messages?
Me: It’s okay. I know about the surprise party.
Summer: Hey birthday girl!
Bella: What party? I was quoting that meme.
Me: I know you’re throwing me a surprise, costume birthday party. Jonah accidentally let it slip when he kept insisting we make the house extra clean. That kid never cleans.
Summer:
Bella: Dammit.
Lucy: Can you at least act surprised?
Me: I mean, I can, but Jonah’s probably told all the kids that I know by now.
“Raven!” Sawyer’s voice calls out from downstairs, and there’s a hint of desperation in it that has me on edge. I push out of bed and hustle downstairs, pausing in the living room when I see him standing behind the couch.
“What are you wearing?” he rasps, as his eyes rake down my nearly naked body, covered in only his shirt.
“I’m wearing what I slept in because you yelled like you’d fallen and couldn’t get up. What the fuck are you wearing?”
He shuffles over to me, well as much as his ridiculous inflatable T-Rex costume will allow.
“I was gonna do a little dance for you on one of the poles in the basement, but I know you’re not a fan of going down there, and I underestimated my reach with these tiny arms.” He wiggles them at me in the most ridiculous way as laughter spills out of me.
“That. That sexy fucking sound. That’s what I wanted. ”
“You put this ridiculous costume on, so I would laugh at you?”
He takes a step closer to me. “Yup. My jokes might be lame, but they make you laugh. And I want to hear that sound every day. Just not when you’re looking at my dick.
Also, I wanted to make sure the fan wasn’t gonna be too loud.
Jonah asked me to be a T-Rex since they’re related to chickens, and he wants everyone to know that we planned our costumes together. ”
My breath catches in my throat. “He’s claiming you.”
Sawyer’s smile is radiant as he tugs me close with one of his tiny dinosaur arms. “He is. Do you wanna claim me too?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Couldn’t let the sweet moment land, could ya, pervert?”
“Nope.” He grips my waist in both hands. It’s all his short arms will allow. “Seriously, though. You’ve let me top you. I think it’s time you have your way with me. We’re alone. The kids are with Bella.”
“What if I want to watch you humiliate yourself in that little costume?”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time. I already told you I’d do a pole dance. What are you thinking? Lap dance? Striptease?”
Lust pools deep in my core at the thought of exploring more with him. My face twists into a smile I hope looks less menacing than it feels. “Have you ever engaged in humiliation kink before? Do you know what it entails?”
“No, but I imagine it’s close to degradation, right? It’d be a little selfish of me to object after everything I did to you.”
“You could object. It’s not for everyone. I enjoy degradation, but I only like humiliation when I’m in charge.”
“What does it entail?”
“It can be verbal, like degradation.”
“You calling me a moron until I get off? Where do I sign up?”
“Or physical. I can make you kiss my boot, crawl around and fetch me things, or treat you like a pet or furniture. There’s also role-playing, public performance, sissification, but those will take some time to work up to.”
His hands tighten on my waist. “Whatever you want, madame.”
“So you’re into exploring this?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
“Is there anything you want to negotiate before we start?”
He thinks for a second, and it takes everything in me not to laugh at how ridiculous he looks negotiating boundaries with me while dressed like a T-Rex.
“Don’t call me lazy. Or imply I’m a terrible partner. I’m not sure if I’d be comfortable hitting too close to those insecurities.”
“That’s understandable. Can I call you naughty or bad?’
“Please. And other than calling me moron, don’t imply I’m stupid.”
I nod. “You need a safe word too. And it can’t be pumpkin.”
He grins. “Spice.”
“Our safe words cannot be pumpkin and spice.”
“Why not? Everyone would think we’re being cute, but only we’d know the real meaning.”
“You know what, that could be fun. I’ll allow it.” I step over his comically oversized tail and sit on the couch. “Strip.”
He spins around, nearly knocking items off the coffee table with his tail.
“Be careful, pube ’stache,” I warn.
“Spice.” He makes a time-out motion with his hands. “Can we add nicknames your kid has given me to the no column?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Time in.”
He steps back, pushing the table away with his foot as he sways his hips. At least, I think he’s swaying his hips? It’s hard to tell with the way the costume bounces back and forth.
“Hold on. I need music. Shit, my phone’s in the kitchen.”
I sigh, handing him mine. He bites his lip, his brow furrowing in concentration. The opening notes of the Jurassic Park theme song play, and I have to fight back my groan. Humiliating this man is going to be harder than I thought.
He hands me the phone and turns, grabbing his tail as he threads it between his legs and attempts to grind on it while wiggling his butt in the air.
I cover my mouth with my hand as I fight the urge to chuckle, entirely invested in what he’ll do next.
The music swells, and he peeks at me over his shoulder, popping his tail stump up and down. Then he spins on one foot, holding his tail between his legs like it’s a giant dick. He crowds me on the couch, leaning down as he holds himself up on one hand and tickles my face with his dick tail.
Laughter spills out of me at the serious look on his face juxtaposed with his ridiculous movements. He’s biting his lip, wrinkling his nose, and wiggling his eyebrows like he’s on the stage with Magic Mike. I don’t know if I should look at his face or the T-Rex face bouncing above him.
Nothing about this is remotely sexy. Not the look on his face. Not the strange way his costume is bobbing. He looks like one of those inflatable flailing men at a car dealership. Yet I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.
He pushes back, righting himself and releasing his tail.
One of his hands is sucked into the suit, and I assume he’s reaching for the zipper.
His head dips, and the front of his costume slowly opens as he drags the zipper down.
He thrusts his hand forward, the move reminding me of the scene in Alien when the monster pops out of the guy’s chest, and I can’t stop laughing.
Right as the song crescendos, he yanks the zipper all the way down, and the fan shuts off as the costume slowly and sadly crumples around him, revealing my shirtless, grinning moron clad only in black boxers.
There are tears in my eyes, and I feel like I’m going to pee my pants from laughing so hard. Sawyer just stares at me like a lovesick fool until I regain my composure. “Upstairs now.”
“That did it for you?”
“Somehow, yes.”
He turns and runs up the stairs, leaving his discarded costume behind.
When I get to the end of the hall, he’s waiting for me in front of my bedroom.
I take my time, slowly strolling down the hall, swaying my hips like I’m a model on a runway, pushing into my room without acknowledging him as I speak. “Follow me.”
“Gladly.”
I walk over to my nightstand to grab what I need, setting an alarm on my phone as I set it face down. When I turn around, he’s standing way too close to me. He looks down at the package in my hands.
“I thought you were gonna ask to shove a toy in my ass.” He doesn’t sound as relieved as I thought he would at that admission, so I decide to poke him.
“What if I wanted to fuck you with a toy? Would you let me?” Something flashes in his eyes. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“After the way you made me come just playing with my ass, I’m not afraid to admit that I’d be willing to try that with you. Just don’t fuck me with my own dick.”
Laughter floats out of my chest, ephemeral like a fall leaf dancing in the breeze. “I don’t think you could handle that.”
“I could handle it. Wait, what am I saying?”
“I’m starting with something smaller.” I pull a small dildo and place it on the bed with a bottle of lube and a harness. Then I grab a small plug. “Kneel.”
He drops to one knee, wincing slightly.
“Put your face against the floor, ass up,” I say as I grab the lube and stalk slowly around him as he gets in position. “Pull your boxers down and show me that needy little ass.”
His thumbs hook into the elastic, and he slides them down, baring himself.
Popping open the lube, I coat the tip and kneel behind him, lining up the plug. He flinches slightly under my touch, and I spank his ass. “Fuck.”
“Did I say you could move?”
“No, madame.”
“Naughty boys don’t get to come.”
“What do good boys get?”
“They get spankings.”
“Then I’ll be the best fucking boy for you.”
I reward him with two spanks, then hold his cheeks open as I tease his hole with the toy. He groans in appreciation each time I push in, and before long he’s pushing back into the plug until it’s fully seated. “Such a good boy. Do you want to please me?”
“More than anything,” he breathes.
“Crawl over there.” I point to the spot I want him.