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  “What sparked this sudden surge of random freak fetish?” She probably should not want to know, but she was, in all honesty, very curious. This was a first for them, and he had never shown any sign of wanting to try something on this level. It was probably that damn Orlando’s doing. His friend was always filling Fabian’s head with kinky shit he had been trying and suggesting they try them too.

  “I told you; I just feel like being spontaneous.” Fabian shrugged it off like it was nothing. Horrid memories drifted back slowly, things from her past that she never shared with Fabian. She tried her best not to freak out when he expressed his determination to attempt to take their sexual exploration to another level. If he knew what she had been through, he might not be suggesting this now, but because she kept that haunting part of her childhood a secret from him, she was now forcing herself to give him what he wanted.

  “Ok, just this once but if I say stop, you better stop.” An unconvincing grin stretched across her face and it disappeared. From the way Fabian was looking at her, she could tell he was starting to be unsure about continuing on this venture, but she sensed he really wanted to give it a try. So for him, she would.

  “Just lay back. You do trust me, don’t you?” She listened to the sensual tone of his voice and let it take her to that place she was hoping they would both go soon. Little did he know, she did not trust anyone when it came down to taking away her freedom to move her arms, legs or to even see what was going to be lodged in her ass. Normal sexual exploits was something she was comfortable with. Anything extra was just freaky, and freaky she was not. “I love you, but it’s hard to tell if I can trust this new you. I don’t know who you are tonight,” Courtney confessed. Fabian just smiled.

  She laid back and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath she willed her bad memories to let her live a little. She had always wondered what it would be like to be handcuffed to the bed and fucked until she screamed for mercy. Tonight was that night. The sound of the cuffs sent a chill down her spine. Uncontrollable shivering started all over her body, but Fabian did not let up. He gripped her hands and pulled her arms over her head. As he locked her wrists to the cast iron headboard with the cuffs, she felt her chest begin to tighten with fear, but her pussy began to drip with need. The side of the bed gave under his weight as he kneeled over her body to put the blindfold over her eyes. “Just relax, baby. I’ve got you. I will never hurt you or do anything you don’t want me to.” His soft whisper in her ear sent a pulse through her nipples, forcing them to harden instantly.

  Focus on him and you will be ok. Her thoughts were divided. On one hand she was enjoying the newness of this sexual experience, but on the other hand she did not like being helpless to his whim. Soft kisses started on her lips; his tongue grazed them, and moved along her jaw line. The erection, she longed to feel thrust deep inside her, pressed against her belly as he made his way down her body. She giggled at the feel of his face brushing against her neck and his lips kissing her shoulder and chest. Her back arched up, requesting attention to her swelling breast. The metal of the cuffs clanked against the hard frame of the bed as she attempted to reach out for him.

  Trapped in the darkness of the blindfold, she could only be subjected to feeling, sounds, and scents. Fabian was good at moving in silence, it was all a part of his cop training. She could smell his musky scent from a hard day’s work, and longed to touch his skin. The end of what she assumed was his long ponytail tickled her skin as he trailed kisses from her face to just below her belly button. Her inner thighs were creamy, but her heart was still racing. She wanted so badly to ask to be released, but she was still trying to be strong for him and this fantasy of his. Courtney, you can do this. Be strong. Just relax. You might actually like it. A soft moan escaped her before she even realized what was happening to her. Fabian was kissing her nether lips through the thin lace covering her soaked pussy. Spreading her legs further, she gave him better access to finish his dessert.

  His fingers slid under the fabric and moved it to the side. A cool breeze grazed her swollen pearl. Instantly, a warm sensation replaced it when his lips captured her throbbing bud, trapping and torturing it with his tongue. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him in close to her. His tongue dipped into her channel, sending a bolt of electricity straight to her core. Back arched, hips bucking, she rocked against his hot mouth, searching for the orgasm she felt creeping to the surface. She felt Fabian wrap his hands around her hips, holding her in place. “Not so fast, birthday girl. Let me please you. I want to take my time.” The sound of Fabian’s manly growl reached her ears, making her pussy drip even more.

  His tongue made long, slow strokes against her tiny bunch of nerves. Kiss after kiss was placed sporadically around her pussy and along her inner thighs. He was teasing her now, taking it way too slow. She was hot and ready to come all over his face, but he was holding back and making her suffer. “Stop teasing me. I need to come.” Her frustration was about to erupt and was going to drag her fears back to the surface along with it. He had no idea what he was doing to her, but he was about to ruin the entire night.

  “Be patient. We have all night.” The hell they did! His hands caressed the soft skin around her thighs, up her sides and stopped at her heaving breast. Strong finger tips rubbed against the lace material separating her nipples from his gentle touch.

  Courtney felt him fisting the delicate material and then releasing her sensitive breasts from the confines of the supporting cups of the lingerie. His hands cupped her full mounds. She moaned and pressed her boobs into the palms of his massaging hands as his mouth continued to ravage her center folds. Her head thrashed back and forth just as her orgasm unleashed an explosive sensation throughout her entire body. The blindfold slipped off, freeing her from her prison of darkness and terror.

  Looking down into his lust-filled brown eyes, she quivered against his lips when he glanced up at her and winked. Pulling at the cold metal restraints, she wanted so badly to bury her hands in the long strands of his hair and rock her body against his face to a second ecstasy. The steel dug into her wrists as she pulled at the cuffs again. She whimpered and moaned when he pulled her closer to thrust his tongue deeper into her tight channel. The orgasm subsided, leaving her body covered in tiny droplets of sweat. Her head crashed against the pillow. Fabian lifted her legs, pushing them back and spreading her wide.

  “Someone is peeking.” He taunted her.

  “I enjoy watching you,” she purred, trying to ignore the irritation generating from her wrist.

  “I have something else for you.” She peeped between her breasts, trying to see what he was up to next, but she had no luck. The only thing that gave her a hint was a cold sensation rubbing against her puckered hole. A cool liquid glazed her back door. Jumping from the chill of what she assumed was lube, she took another deep breath and braced herself for what was to come. She wanted to protest him going anywhere near her ass, but in her current state there was really nothing she could do about it.

  “Are you ready?” His sultry voice crooned. Not really. Something hard and round in shape pressed gently against her taut hole.

  “I’m not sure,” she replied when her curiosity took over. Anal play was not on her list of favorites. She was a conservative lover with a lot of restrictions. Totally surprised at herself that she had let him get this far, she sighed and tried to relax.

  The first bead was inserted, followed by two more. The sensation was different, but pleasing. Strangely enough, her pussy started to react. “Do you like that?” Fabian gently tugged on the beads, not hard enough to free them from their tight capture but to stimulate her filled entrance. Using his free hand, he slid two fingers into her pussy, working both holes simultaneously. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mind was now at ease and her body was fully responsive. She could not muster an answer to his question for she found herself tongue-tied and stammering. Her second orgasm built up like a rumbling thunder. “Holy Shit!” She
screamed out the moment his lips met her protruding clit, sending her flying high over cloud nine.

  Chapter Three

  Courtney was on her second orgasm sooner than he had planned. He had hoped to stretch out the pleasure, sending her on a long, drawn-out rollercoaster ride throughout the night. He was nervous about trying to use the paddle on her. The look in her eyes when he handcuffed her to the bed had said he was already pressing his luck. Perhaps he should save that for the next time. God knows he wanted to swat her pretty pink ass and listen to her scream out. He did not even understand where these sudden urges came from, but for the life of him he could not shake the feeling. He was tired of the same old routine, and the sight of that victim handcuffed to the bed earlier gave him ideas that should have never crept into his mind.

  Leaving the beads settled in her ass, he removed his fingers and watched her body convulse until her orgasm receded. To spank her, or not to spank her? His mind was playing a dirty trick on him, and the conflict between taking this experience all the way or taking it slow was about to drive him mad. He had never spanked her with his hand, let alone used a paddle on her, and honestly he had not the slightest idea how she was going to react. There was a little voice in his head that chanted do it, do it, do it. It was an evil damn voice, too, but he liked it. Where the hell it came from he did not know, but every fiber in his being told him to listen to it and to give it a shot. He made sure his gun was out of her reach just in case she got pissed off at him and decided to go for it knowing she would never hurt him, but she might want to kill him.

  She was sighing and moaning. She seemed to have enjoyed the ride so far, but this was going to be the big test. How far was she really going to allow him to take this? He got down off the bed and walked towards the headboard. His erection was stretching the cotton of his briefs, forming an extensive tent in the front. Gently releasing her arms from the restraints, he checked her for cuts and bruises. He had promised he would not hurt her, not in a bad way anyway, and that was his honest intention. There was some redness and slight bruising from the cuffs, but hopefully she would forgive him for that later. Rubbing her arms and wrists, he helped get the circulation going again in her limbs.

  Looking him in the eyes, Courtney seemed to be searching for some sort of confirmation as to whether this was the end of his fantasy or if his wheels were still turning. Whether she could see it or not, they were still turning and at full speed too. He was going to go for it. “Come here, baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, wearing a devilish grin. Courtney’s eyes widened at him and then turned to look at the paddle sitting on the bed next to him.

  “You don’t really think I’m going to let you use that thing on me! Do you?” Looking over his shoulder, he saw her raise up on her knees. Courtney kneeled in the center of the bed, he glanced down at the dangling string from the beads still residing in her rear. Reversing his position, he turned on the bed and stalked toward a cringing Courtney, reaching for the string.

  “Eek!” She tried to crawl away from him, but ironically it only made him mad.

  “Don’t run from me. You will only make it worse,” he growled.

  Courtney stopped in her tracks. “Was that a threat?”

  Shaking his head. “No, my dear. That was a promise. Now come over here and get your birthday licks like a good girl.” If there was anything that was going to get her to agree, it was a challenge. She was the most competitive woman he had ever met in his life. She was reserved in most cases, but when it came down to proving who was the toughest or who was the best, she was willing to do anything to come out on top.

  Putting on her confident glare, she lowered herself down onto the bed and bent over on all fours, baring her ass in his face. He could not resist putting on the gotcha smirk. The string of beads were staring back at him, taunting him and teasing him. Pinching the end, he gave it a slow pull. The first bead slid out. She gasped and then let out a slow breath. The initial shock was over so he continued removing the last two beads. Courtney peeked over her shoulder as if she wanted to say something. “Ssshhhh….” He instructed her to keep quiet. Surprisingly, it worked. Whatever she was about to say, she didn’t. As he reached for the paddle, gripping it firm and tight in the palm of his hand, he gave her one steady swat to the ass without warning.

  Courtney made a sound he was not anticipating. He did not know what to expect, but he was pleased with her reaction. Her response was filled with pleasure and pain. It was a whimper, a moan, and plea for more. It was erotic, sexy, and he wanted to hear it again. “Mmmm…I think the birthday girl likes her spanking after all.” His dick throbbed with need as he rounded off another swat to her pretty pale cheeks.

  “Ah! Yes!” She moaned and cried out again, this time with more pleasure, dripping from it. “That’s two. Does the birthday girl want more?” Wanting to hear her ask for it, he waited patiently for her response. She whimpered and wiggled her ass, clenching her thighs together. Cocking his head to the side, he glanced at her swollen pussy and noticed that she was growing increasingly wetter. He took his index and middle finger and ran them against her soaked pussy.

  “Tell me you want another,” Fabian instructed. Arching her back, she pushed her pussy back at him, silently asking for more attention any way he deemed fit. “I can’t hear you,” he said in a low, sensual whisper. “Say it, baby. You know you want to.”

  This other side of him was taking over with ease. Talking dirty and bedroom play like this was completely new for the both of them, but for some reason, it felt so natural to him. Courtney did not seem to mind it much now that she was no longer blindfolded and restrained. She wasn’t resisting him. She was into it now. Would she willingly allow him to do any of what they had done tonight ever again? That was a different question all together. But for now he was going to take it as far as she would let him and worry about the next time later.

  “Yes, I want it.” He heard her say something, but it was faint.

  Sliding two fingers into her pussy again and fucking her slowly, he encouraged her to speak up. “I didn’t hear you. Did my baby say she wanted more?” He listened intently for her request. Curling his fingers up into her core, he searched for her g-spot. Rubbing it, he felt her lock down on his fingers. “Uh uh. Relax.” He tapped her lightly on the ass with the flat surface of the leather paddle. “Come on. Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you. Just say the words.” Looking around at the expression on her face, Courtney was biting her lip, holding back her response. She started to rock back against his fingers. He stopped fucking her and waited for her to realize he was running this show. She whimpered again and moved her ass, searching for that stimulation again. “All you have to do is say it, and I will give you what you want.”

  Courtney finally gave in. “YES, I WANT IT!”

  SLAP!!! Giving her just what she asked for, he landed a hard swat to her right ass cheek as he continued to tickle her magic spot with his fingers. Her pussy flooded over his hand when her third orgasm came crashing down over her without warning.

  Play time was over. He could no longer fight the rock hard erection stretching the shape of his briefs all out of whack. His underwear would never regain their original shape again. Tossing the paddle onto the floor, he removed his fingers from her vise-like pussy and peeled away the cotton boxers. Replacing his fingers with his steely hard cock, he mounted his woman like the king of the jungle. Sinking slowly, deep into her core, she cried out loud. He watched her fingers tear and grip at the sheets as he began to pound into her like a gorilla in heat. Whatever was taking over him felt good, and it was here to stay. Hopefully Courtney was prepared to have many more nights like this to come.

  “Damn, baby, you feel so good!” The room got hot; his voice got deeper. His sweet little birthday girl was taking all that he had to offer. She was shaking and trembling uncontrollably under his thrusting frame. His muscles stiffened the closer he got to his release. As his biceps flexed, the dragon tattoo on
his arm seemed to come to life, moving and grooving with the rhythm he stroked her to. “I can feel your sexy ass gripping me. Come with me.” I can’t believe she is about to come, AGAIN. She had never come this many times in one session, ever. He did not know if he was surprised at her reaction to this new experience or impressed with his own skills, but either way, he was glad she had not rejected the idea all together.

  “OH GOD! I’M ABOUT TO COME.” The shrill sound in her voice made his blood feel like it was laced with electricity. Jolts of energy and lust shot through his body straight to his ravaging cock. Jets of his hot seed shot deep into his quaking lover who was convulsing sporadically during her final eruption. Moaning and groaning, pumping and thrusting, he milked them both for the final lap. Sated and exhausted, they both collapsed onto the bed, soaked in sweat and breathing heavily.

  Chapter Four

  The warm night air flowed through the half lowered windows of the patrol SUV as Orlando and Fabian sat parked, listening to the scanner. Conversations shifted from Orlando’s work weekend without Fabian and the rookie the department had latched to him, then to Fabian’s own romantic wine and dine weekend with Courtney. “So how did she react to your bag of tricks? Come on, give up the goods,” Orlando inquired. Orlando had gone shopping with him to pick out the surprise for his girlfriend. Without his input, who knew what he might have taken home. It could have been something that scared the shit out of her and sent her screaming out of the house thinking he had totally lost his mind. Fabian took the hint from her facial expression when he laid it all out that her thoughts were not too far from that.

  “Let’s just say, my heart was in my throat when I walked in the house carrying that bag. I had to chant the famous quote, “Go big or go home” over and over in my head repeatedly to get up enough nerve to ask her to let me use any of that shit.” Orlando sat back in his seat, resting his palm on the armrest with his arm bent at the elbow between them. Leaning his body to the side towards the passenger window, he turned and stared at Fabian.