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February 2020 Short Story: Oh Yes, the Gift
🕑 Added 2020-02-14 05:00:02 +0000 UTCThe winning prompt for February was: A Valentine's Day date ends at a hotel, with restraints.
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The automatic glass doors at The Fatale slid open to admit two adults who were happy to get away from the sleet falling outside. The couple didn't seem distressed by the weather. The shorter woman seemed perfectly dry in her purple peacoat, glowing as she hung off the right arm of her companion. The taller man just didn't seem to mind the fact that his left shoulder was thoroughly drenched.
The man loosened a scarf that looked to be hand-knit and spoke to the youth manning the front desk. "I have a reservation for two under the name Naoru K.," He looked back at his companion, who blinked twice, "and Calene."
"One moment please." The youth tapped a few keys on the desk computer, then handed them a room key. "Will there be anything else today?"
Naoru winced for a moment, then shook his head. "Um, not for now, no."
"Thank you sir. Ma'am."
Calene loosened her own crimson scarf around her neck. She gave the clerk a warm smile. "Thank you."
...
No sooner had the elevator doors closed behind them than Calene grabbed Naoru by the tie. The left heel of her black leather boot ground into the brogue on his right foot.
"So, uh," Naoru winced again, "did you like the dinner?"
"Oh yes, it was quite wonderful. I've never had oysters which tasted quite so good, and I've certainly had my fair share. What was it the chef said those berries were?"
"I think they were, ow! Grapes. Yeah, Champagne grapes." The man almost doubled over with pain as Calene continued to grind her food in.
"Quite, I must say the sweet juice and vinegar made for a simply delightful combination." She turned to face her date in the eye. "So, dear, can you tell why I'm miffed?"
"Um, something to do with the names?" He recalled her being clearly surprised when he had given the clerk their names, "Are you mad because I used my name and not yours first?"
"Oh, honestly that's not much concern to me. But your name," she paused, "You gave your last initial, but not mine. We've been married for six months now. I'd say it's about time you got used to announcing we're together. And until you do, I'll just have to make sure," she put a little extra weight on her stomping foot for a moment before lifting it off, "that my point sinks in."
Naoru blinked back tears. "Yes, ma'am."
"That's my good boy." She kissed him on the cheek, and drew away just as the elevator came to a stop at their suite floor. "Partial credit for using your *new* last initial."
...
Naoru allowed Calene to step out of the elevator, and followed behind. He read her subtle shrug of the shoulders and helped her with her coat and scarf, leaving her wearing a maroon-red party dress and grey stockings. Her necklace, an anniversary gift from back before their wedding, hung just above her chest. The dress' neckline hid none of the necklace and only a little less than none of her cleavage.
The man himself began to strip down after stowing her coat in the closet. He placed his steel-toed dress shoes next to the entryway, then laid his own clothes in a neat pile on the floor, boxer-briefs on top. And, as he had done hundreds of times before, he stood at attention and greeted his lover.
"Queen Calene, your humble servant Naoru expresses his sincere gratitude for your generosity in electing to spend the evening with such a lowly soul. Now and from here on, your servant will do his earnest best to ensure you remain satisfied. This body and soul are yours. Please feel free to use and discipline your servant however you see fit." Making and holding eye contact with Celene during these moments was one of Naoru's favorite parts of the night. Those big brown eyes were deep pools of lovely color, and they sucked him in each time. There was a touch of sincere affection in her gaze, reminding him why he loved her.
Calene smirked and leaned back on the couch. "Well." She sniffed loud enough for him to hear. "I suppose you're not *completely* undisciplined. My night is just beginning, and you'll have to do a lot more before I'm sincerely amused. *Toy*."
She punctuated the last word by jerking her neck roughly towards the bed. Her husband reacted quickly, walking over to the queen-size bed and spreading his limbs out. Meanwhile, Calene fished through her purse and pulled out a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. She swung them lazily in her left hand as she purposefully strode towards the bed where he now lay. His cock was perking increasingly upwards, betraying his nervous anticipation. She gave the swollen member a passing glance, then began cuffing his limbs and chaining him to the bedposts.
In no time, Calene was finished with her preparations. "How are the chains? Not too tight?"
Naoru did some exploratory tugging. The cuffs allowed for very little motion, but they weren't biting into his ankles or wrists. "Um, these should be fine, Queen."
"Perfect. Wouldn't want my fucking animal to think he had any chance of being free tonight." She laid her necklace on the nightstand, kicked off her heels and climbed onto the bed, to Naoru's right. "I'm gonna have some fun with your body. You better moan for me, you little shit." She spat on his chest for emphasis.
"Thank you very much, my Queen."
"Oo. Who taught you to have such nice manners?" She cocked her head to one side. "Oh yeah, it was me. Chow time."
Calene's spit had fallen short of the center of her beloved's chest, on his right breast. She opened up the full-contact activities by placing her mouth on the same spot and giving it a very slurpy kiss.
"Hnh!"
The dominant half of the couple stuck her tongue out and began to trace a circle around Naoru's right nipple. Once. Twice. Three times. She was careful not to touch the actual sensitive spot, just brushing lightly around the edges.
"Oh! Ooo..."
She leaned forward and broadened the arc of her licking to draw a crude figure-eight around her husband's chest. It was very wet, very audible, and very, very close to touching his nipples.
"Ah! Ohh."
She paused and peeked up at him for a moment. "Would you like me to touch your nipples?"
"Yes! Please, my Queen!" Naoru's response was quick and definitive.
Celene sighed with disgust. "Yes, of course you would. Your friends from work would laugh their asses off if they saw you now. What a disgrace." She glared up at him. "Anything else to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry for being a disgusting pervert, my Queen. So please..."
"Alright, you asked for it." She raised her head up and brought her lacquered pink nails forward. "This is going to hurt. It's what you deserve, beta butt."
She tweaked his left nipple lightly. But before he had time to enjoy that feather touch, she took her thumb and forefinger and pinched down hard on his right.
"RGH!" His hips and head, the only parts of him truly free to move, shot up.
"Aww, did you think I was gonna be nice and soft on you? Not a chance." A menacing glare fixed him dead in the eyes. Her punishing grip on his nipple continued unabated. "That's some kind of pathetic dance there, insect. You're just squirming around here like a worm that got flushed out of its hole. Does it really hurt that bad?"
"URG, AHH, yes, YES it huRTS, my Queen." Naoru was thrashing around as much as his restraints would allow.
Calene furrowed her brows and pinched Naoru's other nipple with her free hand.
"AAAGHH! OOHH...!"
"Don't lie to me, my little shitworm. You and I both know you're a freak who gets off on this kind of messed-up pain. SAY IT!"
"I'm, OGH! I'm a freak, OWW, who getS OFF on messed-up RRRGH pain, my AAH Queen."
She smirked. "Better. And since you admit it," the wife raised one eyebrow, and a chill shot down her husband's spine, "I'm gonna go ahead and mess you up a whole lot more."
Getting fingernails involved in a nipple pinch may be rough on the sub on the business end, but, on the bright side, doing so makes it quite easy for the domme to twist them. And pull them. And roll them around. And do all of the above, at once. "You think anyone's ever gonna respect you with horny bullet nips like these? Think again, you little shit." It took Calene all of three minutes to squeeze some tears out of her squeeze. She leaned over and licked a teardrop off his right cheek.
"Wow, that really is salty." Her expression reflected a good deal of dull disengagement, like Naoru's nipples were just something to tap on a mobage menu screen. "I can either keep going, or I can touch somewhere else. Your call, worm."
Naoru's voice was weak and subdued. "...somewhere...else...please...my...Qu...een..."
Calene gave his nipples one more light tweak each, then released them. A quick glance at his member revealed that it was rock hard and red as a beet. He would explode at a moment's touch, she knew.
She let her hands slide south. Along his ribs. Across his belly. Down towards his groin. Almost to his penis, and...
"Oh yeah!" She paused, "That reminds me. Gotta get something ready, hon. Wait just a sec."
Calene jumped up off the bed and walked away to somewhere. Naoru tried to turn his head to get a glance, but he still couldn't make out where she was. Five, ten, thirty, sixty seconds ticked by, and all he could do was wait and stare at his own stalled-out erection. He knew only bad boys begged for release without permission, and Calene deserved better than that.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." But just like that, his wife was back. She placed something on the nightstand that he couldn't see. She smiled, a warm smile this time. "You did just fine there. Good boy." She climbed back on the bed and, ignoring the layer of tears and snot on his face, leaned over to lightly kiss him on the nose. "I think you deserve a reward."
"Uh...ah...waaahh..." The sub was in no position to speak coherantly.
"No need to answer, it's okay, dear. Just leave everything to me." The fingers which had been torturing his nipples just a short while ago now reached out to his dick. This time, though, there was no stinging pain, no stabbing sensation. Just a warm, soft touch of love.
Strokes with a gentle grip, soft like feathers, came upon him.
"Hn, oh, oooohhh."
Warm embers of passion smouldered in her bewitchingly brown eyes.
"Ngh, OOOooohh, aaaaahh..."
"Oh, I just can't wait anymore." She shuddered with pleasure. The sight of his salvation had her thirsty for more. She lifted up the hem of her dress and swung her right leg up and over, straddling him and sticking his meat right down into her pussy.
"Ohhh, yes, yes! My QueEENN!" Naoru was riding a tidal wave of heady bliss.
"Aahh, yes, yes! HoneyBUNNS!" Calene was way ahead of him.
His hips were jumping up as much as the restraints would allow. She let him get there, then brought her full body weight to bear, slamming him back down to earth and knocking his cockhead into the depths of her body.
*THUD*. *SCHLORP*. *THUD*! *SCHLORP*!
"OH YESSSaaaAAAAHHhh!! ..." Calene shook in a very particular way.
Naoru was so close, he knew what that scream meant, but first she had to...
Her lips pursed in the most precious way as she spoke the long-awaited words. "You may."
"Hhh, ngh, ahhh! ComingggGGH!!!"
Gooey lumps of white sprayed everywhere. They covered Calene's hair, her dress, and the bedsheets, of course.
"That's right, hon, let it all out." She kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around his body. "I'm here for you, and I always will be."
Naoru lay there in a dull haze as she undid his restraints. When she came back to cuddle, he returned her embrace.
"That was amazing. Thanks a bunch, hon." He blushed sheepishly as he spoke. His stomach growled.
"You know, I just knew you were going to need something to drink after all that. You practically cried out a liter of tears." His wife reached over to the nightstand, keeping one arm snuggly wrapped around her man. "How about some chocolate milk, fresh from the minibar?"
He happily accepted the cool bottle from her and drained it in one quick gulp. "You're the best, hon."
She beamed. "Well, just call it my backup Valentine's Day chocolate. And please don't ask what happened to the original."
"Yes'm." Knowing how she was in the kitchen, Naoru could pretty much guess what had happened there. But, after all, one secret to a successful relationship was letting some important things go unsaid.
The other secret was not letting *the* important thing go unsaid. They both knew that.
""I love you.""
~END~
