Live Without Regrets Pt. 07
Day 1 NC State vs. Louisville
It had been two days since the carpet was wrecked. She looked down at the stains and frowned. The cleaners would do their best, but it was probably a lost cause. She sank to her knees and ran her fingers over the burgundy stains. In her mind's eyes, she could still see the red wine slipping down every curve of that goddess's body. She could see her boyfriend kneeling in subjugation under Ren's labia. She could see the trails that Brandon didn't catch sinking into the snow white fibers and ruining them.
She kind of liked the carpet better now.
On the phone, she was baffled at the latest request from the man she loved.
"You just want me to text you the score?" she asked.
"Yeah, just every five or ten minutes. Just keep me in the loop," he said.
"And it's the ACC tournament?"
"Yeah, should be on ESPN. Just leave it on in the background. You don't have to watch the whole thing."
"I like basketball," she said, flatly.
"I know State isn't your team," he said.
She looked down at the threadbare t-shirt she was wearing. It had once belonged to Brandon, but she had laid claim to it early. The red NC STATE lettering had faded a bit, but still stood out starkly against the white.
"I dunno," she said, playfully, "I do have a State t-shirt I'm fond of," she giggled.
"My meeting starts at two. Just shoot me whatever the score is at two-fifteen," he said.
"Isn't that a little early for basketball?" she asked, padding into the kitchen on bare feet.
"It's the tournament. And we're one of the worst teams in the conference, so we start early," Brandon said.
"And it's against Louisville?" she asked.
"Right," he said.
She paused, "You know you don't have to live like this, right? Like, you're dating a girl who's got some money. I could have bought you tickets to actually go to the game."
"It's in DC," Brandon said.
"They have jet airplanes, baby," she said.
"I don't think we're gonna do that well. I wouldn't want to drag you across the country just to watch us lose one game," he said.
"We could have fucked afterwards," she said.
"I think we're probably gonna fuck tonight no matter where we are," he said.
"I think that too," she said, smiling into the phone.
"Just text me the score. And don't send me any photos of you being cute and sexy. It's a review meeting. I can't get distracted," he said.
She laughed, "You know you just guaranteed I'm gonna send you photos of me being cute and sexy," she said.
He replied in a flat deadpan, "Oh no. What a terrible, terrible mistake I made."
She laughed, "Shut up, you big dummy. Go do a job or something. Come to my place when you get off work. If State loses, I'll find some way to make you feel better."
"A blowjob?" he asked.
"Maaaaybe," she said.
"How about if we win?"
"I'll give you two guesses, but you'll probably get it in one," she said.
He laughed, "Okay, I gotta go. People want me to go do engineering things," he said.
"Go be smart," she said.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she said.
They hung up.
She leaned against the doorjamb for a moment and beamed with hearing him say "I love you" another time. They'd only been saying it since yesterday morning, but it was now her favorite thing to hear him say.
Last night, when he was inside her, they'd chanted it to each other like a mantra. It was the first thing she'd heard when he woke her up this morning. It was the last thing he'd said to her before he went to work.
She turned the TV on and found where the game was playing. There wasn't a lot going on this afternoon. Tonya was supposed to be sending some scripts over, but they hadn't gotten here yet. She put on some music and broke out the yoga mat.
Her phone beeped at 2:15. She texted Brandon the score and went back to her routine. At 3 o'clock she left warrior pose and checked the TV. It was halftime. State was down by 1. She felt like messing with Brandon, so she wrote the score, with a magic marker, just above her breasts. The selfie she sent him wasn't explicit, but it was fairly obvious she wasn't wearing a top.
Ten minutes later he sent a reply. "Couldn't make that out. Could definitely use another update."
She smirked and looked back at the TV. State was up by 3 now. She wrote that on a little piece of paper, put on some lip gloss and took a selfie holding the note by her face. She sent the photo then added to it, "Clear enough for you, big boy?"
In her younger days, she had enjoyed being the sleek, blonde, sex kitten. It had paid for this house. The difference with Brandon was that he didn't make it a request. His eyes held her the same way no matter how much makeup she had on, or how her hair looked. She'd bared so much of her inner self to him and he'd returned it with honesty and empathy. She liked serving up her sexuality to him because she felt like he deserved it. What could be sexier than a guy you didn't have to make yourself sexy for? What could be more attractive than being desired in your own skin?
She went back to yoga and kept an eye on the game as it drew to its conclusion. State was handling the other team just fine. After a back and forth start, they had it in the bag. She smiled. Not that tonight's plans would have been altered by the final score, but it was always fun to have a reason to go all out.
She watched the final seconds ticking off the clock and thought about how to give him the good news.
He liked her ass, might as well use it.
She got a bright red lipstick from her collection. One of the ones that she didn't use much anymore. She giggled as she used it to write 94-85 on her right ass cheek. When it was there, she put down the lipstick and picked up her phone. She gave a coquettish glance over her shoulder and snapped a selfie that featured her ass as a scoreboard. She sent him the shot and a quick text of congratulations.
"State wins. Come and get me."
For any other guy, she might have started a timer. An invitation like that was usually enough to set a man on fire. Brandon wasn't just any man though. She'd seen his patience over the last six weeks. If there was something in his life he loved more than her, it was his job.
Part of her really liked that. It did mean that she had to wait sometimes. She'd had a few nights where her bed and her toes were cold. It made the other nights that much better. She liked a bit of friendly competition, and competing with his love of engineering was better than worrying about another woman.
An image flashed in her brain of Brandon mounting Florence Pugh and she suddenly needed him to be here.
She breathed and checked the clock. Brandon would be here in a couple of hours. She knew he'd finish his work day, but she felt confident that the sight of her ass and all that it promised would get him here pretty fast.
She wasn't wrong.
When he came in, she was wearing nothing but the State shirt she had stolen from him on their first date. His scent was still in the collar and she liked wearing it on nights when he was gone. For now, though, she thought it would do to spark his school spirit.
She liked watching him come in. The little rituals he'd started of taking off his shoes, putting down his keys and wallet on the table by the door. When he spotted her bare legs sticking out from under his old shirt, all his routines were forgotten.
"Go wolves!" she said, grinning at him with a twinkle in her eye.
"It's 'go pack' baby," he said. "We say 'go pack'." He reached for her hips and they shared a warm kiss.
"You got a hot blonde with no pants on and the first thing you want to do is correct her?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.
He grinned and lifted her by her bare ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I never claimed to be all that smart," he said.
She laughed at him, "Well... you make up for it in other ways."
"Oh yeah?" he asked.
She kissed him again, "Carry me to the bedroom. I'll show you."
Day 2 NC State vs. Syracuse
In the next round, State's game started at 4 o'clock.
She'd had an easy time convincing him to go in a little early and come home a little early. She'd tuckered him out with three rounds of sex last night, but he always slept well with her as the little spoon. She didn't hear him leave for work, but he'd texted at lunch and she knew he'd be home by tipoff.
He had a code for the gate outside, so she wasn't worried about any problems with security. At three she took a shower and texted him that she would be leaving the door unlocked. Then she started a slow walk through her closet.
The logo wasn't the same, but the red and white would do fine. She knew Brandon wouldn't make a fuss.
She was proud that it still fit her like a glove. She'd been a teenager when she first wore this outfit, but her petite frame had been the one thing her twenties were kind enough to preserve for her. When he came in the door, he found a perfect blonde cheerleader, in his school's red and white, ready for a hard fucking from her boyfriend.
The outfit stopped him dead in his tracks. She knew it was the outfit and nothing else. He'd seen her naked plenty, but never in this uniform. It was all she could do not to giggle as he stared, slack-jawed and open-mouthed.
All his strength, mental and physical, and he could be made helpless by a tight sweater and a red skirt.
She shook the red pom-poms and watched him lose whatever was left of his train of thought. She could probably make him fall over if she kept doing it, but she had better plans.
She rushed up to him and gave him a kiss. Nothing too strong, just long enough to slip her tongue over his and let him feel her lipstick linger on his skin. He was absolutely knocked out by her.
"I'm gonna take a guess," she said, drawing out each word, "You always wanted to fuck a cheerleader, but never got the chance, right?"
He was dumbstruck, but he still managed to nod. Forming words was a lot to ask at this point.
"High school, college... did you even get close?" she asked.
He babbled for a bit and somehow found his voice, "High school... Ashley... she was on the squad. We were friends."
She gave a questioning look, "Just friends?"
"Yeah... well... kinda," he said. He was still dazed. His eyes were still locked on her body. She liked the power.
"Kinda," she said, figuring it out. "I'm betting she led you on like a puppy dog and you never had a chance."
He nodded, looking almost ashamed of himself.
"Did you do her homework for her?" Hayden said, barely suppressing a laugh.
"No!" he said, defensively, then went on. "I tutored her in math and may have taken an at-home test for her one time, but I never did her homework."
Hayden didn't bother suppressing the laugh now.
"Blonde, petite, and pretty, right?"
"Oh yeah," he said, putting his hands on her hips now.
"You've got a type," she said.
"I would if any girls like that would ever have dated me," he said.
"Eh-hem," she said, running a hand up his arm.
"Girls like you don't date guys like me in high school," he said.
She frowned, "Yeah, I know. We tend to go for jocks or bad boys, 'til we smarten up."
He blushed, "It's not just girls like you. A lot of girls are like that in high school."
"Sorry we made you wait," she said, reaching for his neck to pull him into a kiss.
He kissed her deep, lifting her by the hips. She loved it when he literally swept her off her feet. She gave a soft moan of approval as he put her back on her toes.
"You were definitely worth waiting for," he said. "I love you."
She was almost not ready for it. He had a way of cutting through the games sometimes.
"I love you, too," she said, smiling.
"Sorry, I just didn't want you to think it was just the outfit," he said.
"I put it on for you, sweetie," she said.
"What do we do now?" he asked.
"Make up for lost time," she said.
"I like that plan," he said.
"So... let's see. What else didn't you get to do in high school?" she asked.
"Um... anything?" he said.
"C'mon," she said.
"I had one girlfriend. She went to a different school," he said.
Hayden raised an eyebrow.
"I know. I know. But she was real," he said.
She giggled, "A likely story," she smirked at him. "What did she let you do?"
"Um... we made out in my car...twice."
"That's it?"
"What do you want from me?" he asked, defensively, "She broke up with me a month before prom."
"That bitch," Hayden said, deadpan.
"Eh, she didn't like me that much," he said.
"So... you went off to State without so much as a blowjob?" she asked.
"Me and the rest of the mathletes, yeah," he said.
She giggled, "Um... okay. Go sit on the couch. I think it's time you felt like the big man on campus."
He practically scrambled to the couch and sat. She had him trained. She wondered what he'd do if she whistled. Pondered making him balance something on his nose.
She smiled a wicked grin as he sat there, staring at her. She had him mesmerized with every curve of her body, every little sway and beat. She sauntered over to him. Any slower and he might have passed out from sheer anticipation.
She reached over and handed him a remote for the TV.
"Put on the game," she said. She wanted him to feel manly because she needed him to fuck her like a beast. Right now he was just a puppy dog. She'd change that one lick at a time.
With an incredible display of mental resolve, he pulled his eyes off her flouncy form and figured out how a TV remote worked. His mental prowess managed to hold out long enough to find the right channel. When she saw tip-off, she put her hands on his knees and sank down to the carpet.
"Relax. Just enjoy this," she purred.
He nodded and his hands went out to his sides. A lot of guys wouldn't have been able to hold back now. She liked that he stayed in control, even when the big moments arrived.
She found his zipper and soon his cock was out. He was hard and ready. No surprise. If this wasn't his biggest fantasy when he walked in the door, it would be when he walked out.
Butterfly kisses down the side of his shaft and he moaned. A slow lick of his balls and he jumped. She stifled a giggle. This was too easy. She found his eyes with her own and sucked that thick mushroom head into her mouth. She sealed her lips around his flared crown and let her eyes flutter. It wasn't quite acting. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth. She loved the power it gave her over men. She let him think that this was his reward, but, truly, it was hers.
She let her lipstick trace a sticky trail down his shaft. She had put a thin coat of gloss on before he'd arrived. Now the little bit of resistance that the gloss stuck to every bit of his 8 inches as she steadily engulfed him in the warmth of her mouth.
He moaned like a soft summer wind when she took his shaft. She started to bob her head slowly and let her tongue go to work. He wouldn't last long, but she didn't need him to. This was just an appetizer.
She popped her lips on his head and he groaned. She smiled up at him and he smiled right back.
"Keep it in. I want to stay pretty for you," she said, waving a hand to indicate her hair and makeup.
He nodded and shifted his hips. She took his shaft again. She could almost feel him melt into a puddle on the couch.
There was a familiarity here that felt almost taboo. Her dad had loved watching sports on the couch and she had enjoyed... making him happy. There were untapped potentials that she didn't give voice to, but in her mind, drawing out his orgasm while he watched the game... it felt like going home.
The thick ropes he put in her mouth were a source of pride. She wanted to give him all the things he'd deserved. They had both come to this relationship bearing old scars. He seemed on a mission to be everything that she'd been running towards. Giving him a blowie in a cheerleader outfit seemed like a paltry reward in comparison, but it definitely made him happy.
When she swallowed the last of his cream, she rose and put a kiss on his cheek. She put a hand between his thighs and stroked his drained balls and he groaned. His eyes fluttered with spent pleasure and she gently pushed his shoulder. He fell onto a pillow and she gave him her best Cheshire cat grin.
"Watch your game. I'm gonna make you a plate. Sit right there and don't lift a finger," she had almost added 'Daddy' to the end of that sentence, but she caught herself in time.
Padding to the kitchen, she adjusted herself a bit and started filling a plate with chicken wings and fries and the other things she had ordered for tonight. She felt a warmth flutter inside herself as she set up a tray for him and he glanced between her uniform and the game. This wasn't submission, it was foreplay. He might think she was doing this to please him, but she felt like it was all for her.
When the plates and cups and napkins were all in place, she draped herself over his hip, placing his hand on her breast. She smiled as she felt him cup the material of her sweater. He leaned over and gave her a kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair. It was halftime now. His team was ahead by three. She stole a wing from his plate and bit into it. He liked her playfulness and didn't complain. She put her fingers to his lips and he cleaned them for her.
Dominance and submission played well together. She might be dressed for his pleasure, but he lived for hers.
As the game began winding up, State had a good lead and she started paying more attention.
"I like that big guy they've got," she said, nodding to the TV where State's big center was hitting another shot.
"Oh yeah?" he asked.
"Reminds me of my boyfriend. Seems to know how to use his size well," she grinned, flipping over to slither up his body.
They kissed as the buzzer sounded.
"Go Pack," she said, quietly.
He smiled and stroked her hair, "I don't really need to watch Clemson and Boston College."
She nodded, "Good. Because I wasn't really done with this outfit."
He scooped her up. God, how she loved being manhandled by him. He carried her to the bedroom and she squealed as he tossed her onto the mattress. When his fingers found her spankies, she knew they were forfeit. He liked to rip and she liked to feel it.
She only had one request and she knew he would grant it.
"Be rough."
After he finished, she cradled his head while their intermingled orgasms dribbled onto the comforter. She stroked his hair as he calmed down. It was her grip on reality. She wanted his lips, but that was asking a lot. He'd put so much energy into the sex that she could forgive his fatigue.
As her breath steadied, she wanted to stroke his ego as much as his body.
"I haven't been fucked like that since high school," she said.
He just nodded. He was usually so vocal that she knew she'd taken a lot from him. He looked up at her with those puppy dog eyes that made her melt. She pulled him into a kiss. He was still in a haze. She knew he wasn't quite back to Earth yet.
"So glad I found you," she said when she was done licking his tongue.
The uniform was sticky with their sweat. Her pussy was leaking onto the skirt.
She was sore. She liked the soreness.
He jolted and gasped a bit. She recognized the signs. His post-coital bliss was fading. He was coming back to himself.
She put a hand on his jaw. She'd seen this before. Sometimes it was hard for him.
"Oh God," he said.
"It's okay," she said.
"Did I hurt you?" he said.
"I wanted you to," she said.
"Hayden," he said.
"Actually, I think I was Ashley there for a bit," she smirked.
"Oh my God," he said.
She gripped him by the hair and kissed him, "Don't apologize. I like fucking your unresolved anger issues." She couldn't help but laugh now.
He hid his head in his hands, "I can't believe I did that."
"I can. Clearly that bitch deserved it," she said.
"You didn't," he said.
"I told you to go rough. You nailed it, baby," she giggled. She pulled him in for another kiss before he could apologize again.
"I love you," she said, breaking the kiss.
"I love you so much," he said.
"I know," she smiled, licking her lower lip.
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"Don't be," she said. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "You wanna go again? Maybe a LITTLE softer this time? I'm still kinda sore." She grinned.
He nodded with understanding, "Give me a sec."
She shifted under him, "I'm gonna take this off. You know... for safety."
He groaned, "I'm so unbelievably sorry," he said.
"Relax, tiger. I'm fucking with you," she said. "You're hot when you slap me, but you're adorable when you feel bad about it."
He rolled onto his back and she slid off the bed. She leaned over and ran her hand under his balls. He perked right up. She smirked at him.
"Have him ready when I get back. I'm on top. And if I slap you a bit, I expect you to take it like a good boy."
"Mmm, yes Mistress," he said.
She gave him a playful little swat on his thigh, then turned to go to the bathroom.
"You know tomorrow, we play Duke, right?"
She paused and looked over her shoulder.
"Reallllly?" she asked, rolling the L's playfully with her tongue.
"I wouldn't expect you to dress up for that one," he said.
"Oh, I'll think of something," she said, walking out.
Ten minutes later, she came back, naked and a bit cleaner. She had taken the time to devise a plan.
He was still prepping. They were both naked now. She watched him trying to get it up. He's already come twice tonight. He was a game-day player, but even the best players needed a breather sometimes.
She held the toy behind her back and watched him work his shaft.
"Got it ready for me?" she asked.
He strained a bit, but she reached out with one hand and helped him. Her fingertips had a deft touch on his skin and they were so much more effective than his own hand. It only took her a moment to get him up.
She smiled at the cock that belonged inside her. There was a time for foreplay, but she had something else planned at the moment. She strummed her fingers down his jaw to focus his attention.
"I've got a thought for tomorrow," she said.
"I'm all ears," he said.
"Okay. So... State wins tomorrow night and this goes up my ass," she said, giving his cock a squeeze. He groaned and his eyes went wide.
"Are we ready for that?" he asked.
"I am. I know it's been a fantasy of yours for a long time," she said.
"It really has been," he said.
"But," she said, holding him on a word, "If State loses, this goes up YOUR ass," she brought the dildo out from behind her back. It wasn't as thick or as long as his, but she wasn't trying to scare him off. It was just big enough to make things interesting.
Still, his eyes went as wide as hens' eggs when she put the strap-on next to his cock.
"Fuuuuck me," he said. She could tell from the way his cock pulsed that he was definitely not opposed to this plan.
"Only if your boys lose," she replied with a giggle.
"Hayden... I..."
She put a hand out to stop him, "Hey. It's okay. I know it's a fantasy for you. I know you're worried. Trust me sweetie, you're not gonna be any less of a man when I put this in you. Or when you moan like a pretty little princess because I'm making you feel so fucking good," she smirked down at him. This was too easy, "You won't even be less of a man when you shoot that big load into the comforter... or when I make you lick it up." She couldn't help but laugh now.
She was a little worried he'd chicken out. Demand a simpler bet or call the whole thing off. But she hadn't been dating a coward. She'd been dating a dirty little freak. He was game.
He nodded, not quite ready to lend voice to this thought. She put a hand out and made it official.
"Do we have a bet?" she asked.
"You're on," he said, shaking her hand.
She smirked, "We could even make it more interesting." Her minxy side never really went quiet. She already had a new wicked thought.
"H..how?" he asked, trembling under her fingertips.
She leaned down and put her breasts in his face and her lips on his ear, "You've still got that cock cage, right?"
He moaned and nodded, "Oh, God. Yeah," he said.
"Mmm, if your boys lose... you wear it for me... for a whole day. We'll go to a sports bar and watch the next Duke game. And you'll wear blue and cheer on my guys... in your cage... and panties."
His eyes went wide and he let out an adorable whimper.
"No confidence in your squad?" she asked, teasing him.
"We're pretty big underdogs," he said.
"It's just for one night. I'll unlock you... after Duke wins the next game."
He kissed her cheek and found himself again.
"Okay... but if State wins, we still go to the sports bar to watch the next game... but you wear a vibe under your panties."
She looked down at him with surprise and delight.
"Oh, you're so on," she giggled.
"You ready for the next round?" he asked.
She nodded, "Go Pack."
Day 3 - NC State vs. Duke
He always tried to let her sleep in. But something woke her this time. She listened to the shower running and smelled the scent he'd left on the other pillow. She debated going back to sleep, but he would be getting out of that shower soon and there was no reason not to enjoy the show.
She sat up and checked her phone. After she'd tired him out last night, she stayed up and searched Amazon. It hadn't taken a long time to find what she was looking for. And overnight shipping meant that her little surprise would be here before he got home.
The game was at 4:30 again. This time she wouldn't be wearing red.
When he came out and started toweling off, she gave him a catcall. It was fun to watch him blush.
"I was trying not to wake you," he said, padding into the bedroom. He kept a backpack by the bed with some shirts and socks. She wrinkled her mouth watching him pick out an outfit for the day.
"Brandon, the backpack? Seriously? Take the top drawer of the dresser," she said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah. 'Cause with the backpack it looks like I'm dating a 7 grader," she said.
"Oookay," Brandon said, pulling on a shirt.
"You want me to make you some coffee?" she asked.
He checked his phone, "I'm already behind. Get your beauty sleep. I'll be here by game time."
"Don't run any red lights," she said.
"No promises," he said, starting to walk out.
"Hey!" she called, waving him back to the bed.
He turned and quickstepped back to her. She pulled him in for a deep kiss. She reached for his hand and put it on her bare breast. She held his lips until he moaned.
"Nnn," he said, catching himself. "Why you gotta do that before I go to work for eight hours?"
"'Cause I ain't on your side today, baby. You play Duke tonight and we're gonna kick your farm boy ass all over that court."
"Oooh, so it's like that?" he said.
She giggled and nodded and gave him another peck on his jaw. "Get outta here. I love you so much."
"I love you too."
Whatever he was expecting when he got back, it wasn't this.
She slinked into the catsuit. It fit her like a glove. She'd had to pay extra for the rush shipping, but it was worth it. The deep blue was just the right shade. She had to buy the devil ears from a costume place. Getting a blue plastic pitchfork wasn't as hard as she'd expected. But the real stroke of genius was combining it all with the ballet heels.
She felt like liquid blue sex. All that was exposed was her hands and her face, but somehow she felt absolutely naked. She wanted to feel a bit of power. After all, her boys were favored. Might as well project some confidence.
Brandon texted when he was leaving the office. It wouldn't take him long to weave his way through the traffic. She took the time to cinch up the harness.
The cock stood proudly between her legs. She wanted it to be in his head while they watched the game.
She didn't greet him at the door this time. Instead she let him walk in and get comfortable. He called out to her as he came in. She yelled back that she'd be out in a minute. Told him to get comfortable.
She walked into the living room on fairly steady legs. The eight-inch heels almost brought her eye-to-eye with him. She kinda liked being tall.
"Holy. War." He said. His eyes went rapidly up and down. She didn't blame him. There was a lot to take in.
"See anything you like?" she said, running her fingers down the shaft between her legs.
His eyes went wide, taking her in.
"This... is..." he lost track of his sentence.
"Well... you got the cheerleader last night. But tonight, your ass is mine," she said.
"All right, Hubris Hayden. You still gotta win the game first," he said, indicating the TV.
She smirked, "I know he makes you nervous," she said, gripping her dildo again and pointing it at him. "I'll make you a deal. If you're getting blown out at halftime, you can just concede and I'll go a little easier on your ass." She winked.
He ran his hands down her arms, "I'm looking forward to taking every piece of this off of you... except the heels."
She grinned, "Those are just for you."
"It was a nice touch," he said.
"I thought so," she beamed. She loved their dynamic and how they could flip so easily from cute to wild. She whispered, "How about sweeping me off my feet? I've been in these for like a half hour and they're not super comfortable."
He nodded and picked her up. She sighed softly as the pressure came off her toes. He laid her on the couch over himself.
"You really don't have to wear all that if you're not gonna be comfy," he said.
"I've been in worse costumes," she said.
He stroked her flank and she fought the urge to purr.
The game started and she sat up.
At halftime Duke was down three. She got a little nervous. If she lost, it's not like it would be terrible, but she was kinda looking forward to a bit of domination.
With a minute to go, her ass was puckered. Duke was down by seven. Her confidence had drained. She didn't think Duke would pull this out. And she was sure Brandon wouldn't either. This wouldn't be her first anal, but it would be his. She liked his cock, but she did wonder if it would be hard to take in her tightest hole.
At thirty seconds to go, his team made a dumb foul and Duke was only down by four.
"C'mon boys. You can do this," she said.
"Nervous, little devil?" Brandon said. He stroked her back and it was all she could do not to moan for him. The tension rippled through her.
"I've never been this tense watching a game," she said, honestly.
"Hayden... you know we don't have to..."
She put her fingers to his lips, "Don't give me an out. If we pull this out, I will fuck the shit out of you. Don't you dare go easy on me."
He squeezed her ass and she shivered for him. He joined her at the edge of the seat.
"Game on."
State missed two free-throws and she cheered. It was getting close and she thought it might go her way after all. After another shot Duke was only down by two.
Then Duke's best player fouled out.
"FIlipowski, no!" she yelled at the screen. Two days ago, she couldn't remember his name, but in this moment he was the 2nd most important man in her life.
Two free-throws and it was a two possession game. Then Duke missed their next shot and she knew it was over.
"Fuck," she said, dejected.
Brandon put a hand on her shoulder. She shivered.
"I don't want to fuck you if you're not in the mood," he said.
She shook her head, "No... I want you to. I knew this could happen. I just..."
"You thought you'd win," he said.
She nodded.
He smiled, "I kinda thought you'd win too."
She smiled, "I want to. I just..."
"Tell me," he said.
"Don't be sweet. Take it. Rip this dumbass costume off me and fuck my loser ass right here on the floor."
"Yeah?"
She nodded, resolved, "Get the lube, and handcuffs or anything else you want."
"Ball gag?"
"Unless you want to hear me scream," she said.
He flushed. He liked that idea. She had almost tunneled to his dark side. Just one more push ought to do it.
"I wanna scream for you," she said.
She liked the smile that gave him.
He got up and headed for the bedroom. She slipped down to her knees. Before he could leave the living room, she called to him.
"Brandon?"
"Yeah?"
"Lots of lube."
He smiled, "Got it."
Lucky boy, she thought. She looked around. The blue devil costume did feel a little stupid now. But she was sure he'd enjoy ripping it off of her. She'd gone for the cotton bodysuit and not something stronger just for this purpose.
As he went to gather up toys and gear, she unbuckled the harness and put it on the couch. She was a little sad that she wasn't going to get to peg him tonight. She really wanted to show him how good it could feel. He had an interest and she knew that she could make him like it. Whenever they got to it, his eyes would be opened to something special. In the meantime, she wanted to give him this.
Brandon's obsession with anal had gone back before they'd met, but he'd never had a chance to explore it. By the time she was ready to give hers to him, they'd been doing other things. She was going to let him fuck her ass after the party on Sunday night, but then Florence happened and well... priorities shifted a bit.
She smirked at the memory.
Kneeling on the floor now, she wondered if this was best. She loved being his pixie dream girl (no mania needed) and he had the kind of demeanor that made her enjoy fulfilling his fantasies. But this couldn't have been a fantasy of his, right? She'd only thought of it last night. She wondered if he should have something different. Fortunately, Brandon wasn't the type to play mind games (at least not without cuffs and a flogger being involved) so, when he came back in the room, she just asked him straightaway.
"Sweetie... if this isn't what you want..."
"What are you talking about?" he said, putting down lube and a few other items.
"I just know it's your first time doing this. I want it to be what you want," she said.
"I want you," he said.
She smiled, despite herself. He was good at knowing what to say. She pushed through that little moment to reach him.
"I just... I know you built this up in your head. And this outfit probably wasn't part of it," she said.
"You're right, this is way better than anything I thought up," he said.
She grinned, "If you're sure."
"You're sure you're okay with me ruining it?"
She nodded, then added, "Yeah... and I think we might wanna use a different safeword for tonight."
"Not 'red'?"
"Maybe something that isn't a State color," she suggested.
"Teriyaki?" he said, glancing over at the wings on the tray table.
"Perfect," she said.
"Please say it right now if this isn't what you want. It was just a basketball game. I'd be totally fine doing literally anything with you right now," he said.
She pulled him in for a tender kiss and shook her head, "This is exactly what I want right now, sweetie."
He bit his lip, "I love you."
She grinned, "I know."
He reached for the neckline of her bodysuit. She braced as he gripped the fabric. The tearing sound bounced off the walls. Her breasts spilled out into the cool air. Her hips bucked.
"Let's do this," she said.
He pulled her in for a kiss and then pulled the devil ears off her head. He took the little plastic pitchfork from where she'd laid it on the floor.
"Break it," she said.
He snapped it over his knee. It bent in half and he tossed it across the room. She watched it land near the kitchen entrance. She smiled.
She reached up to put a hand on his arm. He looked down at her and paused.
"You okay?"
She nodded, "Look... there's a thing. My mouth..."
"I wasn't going to..." he started.
She cut him off, "No, I want you to. This should be all out."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded, "I've got my safeword. You're good unless you hear it."
"How am I going to hear it if my cock is in your mouth?"
She almost laughed, "You're adorable. Don't hold back."
He nodded and unzipped his pants. She reached for his belt and felt that lovely chill as she took his belt off. She let the leather drag over her face for a bit. It was a turn-on for her.
As he took his shirt off, she put her mouth on his cock. He pulled the tattered remnants of her bodysuit away and she was soon wearing nothing but the ballet heels and the blue stockings on her legs. He moaned as she gave him the sloppiest of blowjobs. She didn't want to make him come. Just wanted to make him as wet as she was.
She offered up her wrists, knowing he'd brought the handcuffs. But he didn't slap them on. Instead, with what must have been a great effort, he leaned over, mid blowie, and pulled a thick pillow off the couch. He put it in on the floor between his feet. Her lips made a wet smacking sound as she lost her hold on his cock. Then he stepped back and lifted her chin with one fingertip.
God, that's sexy, she thought. It felt like one of those times in old movies where the femme fatale is held at swordpoint by the dashing hero.
"Hands behind your back, little devil," he said, with a grin.
She put on a grin of her own and folded her wrists behind her. She loved it when he got a little crazy.
He picked up the handcuffs, but thought better of it and tossed them aside. She felt his hands running down her right leg. Then there was a rip. She realized he was ripping the nylon stocking off her leg. The fabric came off easily, but, of course, the shoe prevented him from getting all of it. There was more or less a thin nylon sock in her right ballet boot now.
She felt him take the material and bind her wrists at the small of her back. The nylon felt better against her wrists than the cuffs would have. She knew the asymmetry would make her a little less perfect now. It was a very subtle humiliation, but she loved that he was improvising and having fun.
He bent her forward. Her chest rested on the pillow he'd set down. She heard him uncapping the lube and felt a cold drizzle on her ass cheeks. When his fingers started to rub the lube between her cheeks, she moaned softly and arched her back, presenting herself to his attention. She heard him gasp as he lubed up his own cock. A moment later and he gave a sound that she didn't like.
"Everything okay?" she asked, breaking character a bit.
"Just hit me a little cold," he said.
It was a rookie mistake, but one she could forgive. He was a rookie, after all.
"Put it in my hands. I'll get you back," she said.
He placed his cock between her bound palms. She rubbed the lube between her fingers and coated his shaft with it. After a few minutes and a few moans he was slick and hard. She gave him a squeeze and he gave her a nice contented little sound in reply.
"I want this in me," she said. All pretense of her being some defeated victim were off. She was a girl who wanted a cock up her ass. And this was her favorite cock.
She spread her thighs slightly, giving him consent and a cue. He shifted a bit, splaying his knees behind her. She glanced around her shoulder to see him starting to ease in. When she felt his mushroom head pressing between her cheeks, she closed her eyes and shuddered. When she felt the head against her anus, she gasped and her mouth formed a tight little O. When she felt him push in, she gave a groaning, semi-panicked, "Fuuuck."
She felt his cock invade her tightest hole. It was a rush, like the first dive on a roller coaster. Her ring stretched a bit to accommodate him. It wasn't a searing pain, but it was a commanding presence. Bearing down, she tried to make this easy for both of them. She tried not to fight, but with his girth, he could only do her so many favors.
"Oh, God!" she said. It was somewhere between a whimper and a plea.
"Talk to me," he said. His tone was gentle.
"It's just big. It's really big. And it's..." she whimpered. It wasn't all acting, wasn't all honest. She wanted to boost his ego, but this was also a very serious cock in her ass right now.
His fingers on her back made her feel steady, but also controlled. He gripped her with the power of a gentle giant. The power she'd come to know from him so intimately. She felt a flutter of sensation and emotion, mixing in a powerful combination. She grunted when the flare of his cock head reached its widest. Her ring contracted just a bit around his crowned head, but his shaft was just as wide. She knew this would be intense. She wanted to feel his power.
"Please... just give me a sec. Let me get used to it," she asked.
"Okay," he said. "Are you okay?"
She nodded against the pillow, "Yeah, I just need a sec to get used to it. Don't fuck me just yet."
"You know I have to, right?" he said.
She bit her lip. His dominant side was coming out. She wanted it to. Demand, don't ask, Brandon. This is your ass.
She nodded, getting more into the act, "Oh, God. Please, just go slow. Please, Brandon. PLEASE!"
He plunged back in, just a little faster than she would have preferred. It felt right. She didn't get a vote here. This was his prize and she gave it willingly. In her tight ballets, her toes curled in twisted ecstasy.
She let out a squeal for him. He gripped her hair and she arched. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back a bit. She groaned at the power he put into her. She silently counted each of his inches as he invaded her. She felt that lovely full feeling as he hilted her. A feather light tease tickled her labia and she realized that it was the light touch of his balls. That made her feel so dirty.
With a clench, she held him in place. He leaned over her back and she splayed her bound fingers to tease his tummy. He leaned up and she arched a bit more and gasped.
"Fuck! Nnnnn! Brandon!" she said.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stroking her back with his free hand.
"Yeah. It's just really fucking big back there."
"Is this the biggest you've had back here?"
"Yeah," she lied. She'd had bigger, but why mess with his head right now.
"That slutty little mouth got you into trouble, didn't it?"
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Ohhhh fuck!" she said. He started to pull back. She knew he was about to go to town on her.
"Please, gentle," she said.
"No," he said.
She felt her body respond to that single word. He was almost back out now. She felt the flared head stretch her ring again. She tried to go loose, but didn't quite make it.
That's when he started to fuck her.
She nodded, "Nnnn... ah... ah... Ohhhh fuck!"
Her whimpers put him into beast mode. Unleashing the Viking. All her little bullshit nicknames for it. None of them mattered now. The only thing that mattered was her ass and his cock and how much she loved it when he was scary. She felt strong hands position her body just as he wanted. She felt a strong cock absolutely take her.
She knew how he made love. She knew how he fucked. But this was something farther down on the scale. She could almost hear him growl as he slammed into her. She matched his barbaric yawps with meek little squeals.
His hands went to her shoulders and she knew they were committed now. He pulled her into his body with a strong grip. She yipped and squealed when he made her take his full length. He was building slowly. She knew how he liked to start slow and keep a foot on the gas pedal until neither of them could do anything but scream and come. That was how he fucked her pussy, and it was apparently how he planned to fuck her ass.
"Oh, God. Brandon! Please, please just a little slower. Please," she whimpered. She wanted him to feel strong, and she also wanted to see if he really would slow down. She didn't want him to actually slow down, just wanted to see if he would.
He slammed into her hard and fast and she let out a very slutty, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah!"
Her boyfriend knew how to call a bluff.
"God yes, Brandon! Fuck my loser ass. That's all for you. God, that cock is so big," she gave a little hunking whimper to make him believe it. She wanted this to be the best orgasm he'd ever had and that meant pumping his ego along with his shaft. She clenched her ass and let out a groan.
She felt his hand come around her hip. He was moving slowly towards her mons and labia. She had expected this. Part of her wanted to tell him not to. She wanted to be absolutely all about his pleasure, but those fingers felt so nice teasing her skin. She decided not to argue. If he wanted her to come, then that's what he'd get.
When he touched her clit, she let out a humming little growl of satisfaction. His cock was fast and his hand was slow. She realized after a moment that this wasn't all for her benefit. She was arching and warming, trying to get more of his skin on hers. He was playing her like an instrument. And what's more, she was singing for him. Clever bastard. She loved him so much.
Her attempted humping of his fingertips had basically made her twerk against his cock. She was actively fucking him back now, in a vain attempt to get more stimulation on her clit. She didn't have to act frustrated now. She was ready to beg. Those fingers were never going to get her there unless she did something.
"Hnnnnn, please!" she cried, wanting him to make her, but also wanting him to refuse. How could her brain want pleasure and denial at the same time?
"Problem, little devil?" he asked. His tone was playfully mocking. Like he'd casually made a good point at dinner, not like he was balls deep in her asshole.
He smacked her labia with an open hand and she bucked like she'd just been hit by lightning.
"Fuck, Brandon! You know what you're doing. God, please?" she said.
"You want a little more don't you, sweetie?" he asked.
"You know I do," she nodded.
"You ever gonna root for Duke again?" he said.
"Not tonight," she said.
He laughed, "You wanna be in the Wolfpack?" he asked.
She nodded. She didn't have school spirit, but she'd say anything to come at this point.
"You feel that big, strong, wolf cock up your ass right now?"
"Yes!" she said.
"What do you call a girl wolf when she's getting fucked?"
Hayden bit her lip. She was tempted to say 'she-wolf' but she knew what he was going for. She had to fight back her inner snark. She liked that he was making it hard for her. She was his.
"God, fuck! She's a bitch! A bitch takes it up the ass!" she said.
"What are you, Hayden?" he asked.
"I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch, Brandon! Fuck me like a bitch!"
"Bark for me, you fucking bitch," he said.
She felt a chill. That was a new one. Making her bark like a dog. She knew he liked the humiliation, but making animal noises for him was a bit...
He slammed all of his cock into her ass and she barked for him like it was the only sound she knew how to make.
"Arf! Arf!" she said. It had taken a bit to bring this shy little extrovert out of his shell, but she was so glad that he was now openly the kinky, broad-chested sadist that she wanted in her bed every night. This felt so right.
"There's a good bitch," he said.
"Arf! Arf!" she barked.
"Oh, God," he said. He shifted his grip on her. He was close now.
"Come for me, Brandon. Don't worry about me. I want you to take what's yours," she said. It was honest. This was payment for a lost bet. If her boys had won tonight, she would have loved fucking him with a strap-on. Turnabout was fair play. In this case, fair play meant a cock up her ass.
He lost his words and started talking in moans. She didn't blame him. This was a tight, wet hole. He had built it up in his mind for years and now he was truly having a dream come true. It would have felt selfish to get in the way of that.
She focused on his cock inside her. There was still a bit of pain, but she blocked it out. The full feeling made her feel a deep connection to him. When he hilted her again, she clamped down as hard as she could. She felt him stop his back and forth pumping. This was it.
He gripped her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her right breast. She didn't say a word, just felt him release. Listened to his groan. Felt his hot ropes fire deeply inside her. She felt his orgasm and the power it held. He'd gone into one of those gasping moans that was quiet for a beat, but would eventually turn into a satisfied growl. She loved him in this quiet space. His pleasure was all that she wanted right now. She squeezed and pumped for him, letting the tightness draw out his pleasure.
When he finished, he was gentle. She heard him almost whimper from the overstimulation. Felt his warm chest slip over her back. She ran her fingers back and forth on his skin and felt his chest heave up and down as he pumped her again and again. These were his aftershocks and they were just as important to her. She didn't try to talk to him. Didn't want to disturb him when he was in heaven. He'd be rational again in a bit. And, knowing Brandon, there'd be plenty of time to talk later.
His cock started to calm and soften a bit. She knew that he'd put so much into her that he might not have much left for her pleasure later. Then again, Brandon was a trooper.
His lips on the back of her neck were sweet and reassuring. She wanted to kiss him deep and tell him he'd done well, but that could come later.
He came back to earth slowly. She could tell by how he shifted. The way he handled her body. He moved to stroke her clit again. She felt cared for.
"It's okay, baby," she said, wanting him to still feel his victory. "We can do that later."
His fingers didn't stop, but he did push himself up a bit to take weight off her back. She knew that her sadist was gone and her sweet boy was back.
"Thank you," he said.
She almost wanted to laugh. He could be so sweet sometimes that it killed the hyper-feral sex-beast image of him that she liked to think of.
"Brandon?" she said, wanting to draw out the tension of the moment just a bit.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Do you want to put it in my mouth?" she asked.
"Oh, God. Um... really?" he asked.
"It's up to you," she said.
"You're not gonna be mad?" he asked.
She forgave the question instantly. She shook her head, "I want you to. Take what belongs to you," she said, meaning it. It felt so right being under his control.
He didn't try to talk himself out of it anymore. Just slowly withdrew in a way that made them both groan from the loss.
Hayden liked feeling him slip out. Liked the way his come sluiced out of her sphincter. She liked the naughty feeling that it would add another stain to this carpet. She tilted her head, waiting for him to come around.
"Do you want me up on my knees?" she asked.
He didn't reply, but instead just picked her up and steadied her on her knees. She smiled up at him and dutifully opened her mouth. She wiggled her fingers, still enjoying the improvised bondage.
He stepped up to her and she craned her neck down to take him in her mouth. She gave him a satisfied hum, knowing it would travel up his shaft and give him a lovely little buzz. She put on her best bedroom eyes and gave him a flutter as she slipped her tongue over the head of his cock. There was a flavor here that she knew was nothing short of dirty, but it was part of the game. She'd played. She'd lost. Now she was paying for it.
The slow licks and kisses she put on his shaft were more to stimulate him than anything else. Technically she was cleaning him up, but this was really just foreplay for round two. She didn't feel the need to be coy. After all, she was in boots that even a stripper would turn down, and the tattered remnants of her outfit were laying on the floor.
She settled in to get him up and going again. The taste was subtle and she figured it was more mental than actual. The flush of shame and humiliation was making it more intense in her mind. She could hear the voice in her head, Only whores go ass to mouth. It was her mother's voice. Not that her mom would have ever said such a thing. Still, it made her smirk. Sometimes it was fun to be a whore.
She dragged the tip of her tongue from his balls to the head and then engulfed him. He responded to her and she knew it was just a matter of time before he would want a different hole to fuck. She fellated him like he'd paid extra.
Sealed her lips around his shaft for a slow journey to the center of her throat. She felt his tip cut off her air and held it there. Breath play might not be his thing, but it was hers. If he wasn't ready to choke her, she could find other ways to have that fetish. When her body demanded oxygen, she pulled back and took a deep breath, letting it out on his wet shaft like this was just for his benefit.
At his head, she smacked her lips, mostly for effect. She liked the way it sounded. And it gave off a bratty vibe. Like a schoolgirl smacking gum.
"You wanna go again? Maybe face-to-face this time?" she smiled.
He grinned. His acting skills weren't as good as hers. "Oh, you trying to top from the bottom now?"
"Oh, no, Sir. I would never..." she smirked. It was as close as they had to a prompt.
She saw his hand go back and braced for the slap. It came just the way she liked it. His hand was open and a little wet. The sting across her jaw felt lovely and familiar. She tumbled to the soft, stained rug and felt him tense. They both loved it when he slapped her, but he was the only one who felt bad about liking it.
She couldn't help but giggle a little bit as he rolled her over, checking to make sure she was okay. Her hands were trapped behind her back, but she wanted to reach for him so much. She did the next best thing.
"Kiss me," she said.
He drank her in like she was the antidote. His kisses could be so heady. It was beyond passion, it was panic. He kissed her with need. Every time he had that look, she always wanted to put a hand on his chest. Tell him it was okay, he was okay. But the bondage kept her helpless.
She held his eyes with her own. Her thighs opened for him.
"Take me again. I want to see the look on your face," she said.
He moved between her legs, holding his arms up to support the backs of her knees. She watched him lift her hips and felt his tip spread her cheeks. She bit her lip, knowing it would look good for him.
His cock head found her entrance and she gasped for him.
"Yes, Brandon. Make me scream. Fuck," she said, letting her voice go sultry.
He pushed in and she didn't need to act anymore. Her eyes went wide and her mouth formed a cute little O once again. She went into a silent moan as he pushed in. Taking him in all at once, her head tilted back. Her eyes rolled up. It felt so intense. Now that he'd had her ass once, he knew that she could handle him. The tentative careful dominant was gone. He was an experienced assfucker now. She wondered if she was truly ready for what he would give her.
Having her mouth open invariably invited his tongue. His balls slapped against her skin and he gripped her. She tensed and clamped down on him. This time it was all about the power of his cock. She felt him push in deep, then pull out fast and slam into her. He pistoned in and out like an industrial beast. Her fingers curled into fists. Her toes curled into a tight grip on nothing. She let out a sound that she couldn't quite control. His hands went to her chest and she held on.
She prayed that he would touch her clit, but she knew better than to ask. Bitches don't get a vote.
"Fuck! Fuck! Please, oh god. Oh holy fuck, Brandon!" she said. She tried to shift her hips to serve up her pussy. He took the hint.
His fingers strummed her clit like a guitar string. She hit a note that she usually got paid for. Her body instinctually clamped down on his cock and held still as he took care of both of them. She was just an instrument now. He played her to a crescendo.
She felt the orgasm take her and the world went white. Her eyes shut tight and she lost every sense but touch. His mouth on hers. One of his hands on her breast, the other on her pussy. The cock up her ass and the carpet on her back. Nothing else mattered.
His stamina couldn't sustain him through the shared bliss. She felt him unload into her ass again. More come pumped into her tight hole. She loved the slick dirty feeling, loved the man who was making her feel it. Her writhing had weakened the nylon binding and she felt it rip. Her wrists came free and she latched onto his shoulders as he fucked her through his orgasm. She felt the sweat on his neck. Felt the taut muscles clench as his body wracked with ecstasy.
He fell to her chest and she cradled him in her arms. They had nothing left but each other. It was all they would need.
When his head came up, she saw that look and smiled up at him warmly. The tough, badass dominant was gone now. He was that sweet boy she'd fallen for again. She stroked his cheek.
"Don't ask me if I'm okay," she said.
He blanched for a sec and she laughed.
"You could have gone rougher," she said, enjoying his confusion.
He gave a single hunk of a laugh and looked down at her. "First time. Cut me some slack."
"Granted." She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Are you ready for it to come out?" he asked.
She nodded. A moment later and he withdrew from her ass. They mutually groaned at the loss and the sensation. He rolled and laid down next to her. For a long moment they both laid flat, looking up at the ceiling.
He found her hand with his. He always seemed to know when the right moment would be for that kind of thing.
When her energy came back, she rose and stroked his skin, "I think you might have gotten me pregnant."
They ended the night laughing in each other's arms.
Day 4 - NC State vs. Virginia
Brandon had made arrangements to get away from the office at noon. He texted when he was on his way over. She responded with a cute selfie in her bathrobe.
Hayden hadn't bothered to put on real clothes. After breakfast, yoga, and a shower, she'd spent the morning in just the robe.
She liked the soreness that her body had from last night. She reveled in the sensations as the warm water had soothed her tender skin. She was grateful that her bedroom was on the first floor. It meant she could avoid what would have been a painful walk down a staircase. After the pounding her asshole had received, she wanted to spend the morning as comfortable as possible. There would be more sex tonight and if it was as rough as she was hoping, she would need the rest.
On a table in her bedroom, she laid out a few things that would be needed. Lube, of course. Then her new vibrator. The slim egg that she would wear on her g-spot tonight. She had sent Brandon a link for the cell phone app. He'd sent a test signal earlier and they both knew it would work tonight. She held the naughty little toy up to her face and thought about how such a simple thing was going to drive her absolutely crazy tonight.
Her phone told her when Brandon's car reached the driveway. She unlocked the door with the push of a button and waited for him to find her. She could tell when he was putting his keys down, when he turned to come to the bedroom, and she looked up just in time to see him walk in, carrying a backpack on one shoulder.
"I told you you could have the top drawer. Why are you still lugging that around?" she asked, indicating the pack.
"This isn't for me. I brought stuff for you. For tonight," he said.
She perked up and clapped her hands together softly, "Mmm, okay. What's the plan?"
He reached into the bag and pulled out an NC State hoodie. The red cotton looked comfy and Hayden knew it was at least two sizes too big for her. If she wanted, she could almost wear it as a dress.
"My outfit?" she asked.
"Well, the top at least. I was gonna let you wear whatever shorts you wanted," he said.
She nodded and took the hoodie to look it over. As she did, she nodded to the table.
"I'll put the egg in whenever you want. I'm not gonna brat tonight, unless you want me to," she said.
He shook his head, "I'd rather you be compliant. If that's okay," he said.
"Totally," she replied, meaning it. "We've got plenty of time. I'm ready to do whatever you say."
He smiled and she echoed the expression.
"I have a couple more things I want you to wear tonight," he said.
She looked up at him, putting the hoodie aside, "What else?" she asked.
He took a pair of silver handcuffs from the backpack. Classic police style. He held up a key.
"I can't go out in public in handcuffs," she said. "I love you, but that'd be all over TMZ, sweetie."
"I thought of that," Brandon said. "We'll have you put on the hoodie," he said, picking it up. He pointed to the hand-warmer sleeve on the front. "You'll keep your hands in the sleeve and they'll be cuffed together."
She looked at him questioningly, "But then I won't be able to use my hands at all."
He got a wicked little grin on his face. She liked his playful side. She giggled back at him.
"Hmm... okay. So... you're gonna feed me if we order food?" she asked.
"When we order food, I'll feed you myself," he confirmed.
"You said a couple of things," Hayden said.
He withdrew a slim, silver princess plug. The kind with a jewel at the base. She'd been expecting that. She didn't give him more than a simple nod for a reaction.
"I want this in you tonight," he said.
"No problem," she replied. "And I think I can guess the next part."
"Oh yeah?" Brandon said, prompting her.
"You want to come in my ass and seal it up with that," Hayden said.
Brandon nodded fast, almost embarrassed that he was predictable.
Hayden smirked, "It's okay. I get it. Carrying it around for you. Very submissive."
"Am I just being stupid?" Brandon asked.
"No, it's sexy and it's what you want. That's all that matters," she said. She reached for the sash on her robe and opened it.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her.
She bent over the edge of the bed and looked over her shoulder at him, "I figured you'd want to put your come in my ass the old-fashioned way," she said, grinning.
"Just like that?" he asked.
"Your girlfriend likes sex, sweetie. Don't overthink it," she said.
Hayden held the chain between the cuffs as it connected them inside the hoodie sleeve. Every step gave her a little chill. She'd worn handcuffs before, but always behind closed doors. On the outside she was nervous, but deep down, she was so relieved that he was able to surprise her. She had been taken in by how safe he made her feel, and somehow, in this moment of being helpless and exposed, she still felt safe.
Brandon walked at her side as they entered the sports bar. He'd set the vibe on low when she stepped out of the car. She'd literally stopped in her tracks, which amused him to no end. She was a silent little submissive as he led her inside.
Her hood was pulled up and she felt fairly anonymous. The large-breasted hostess at the door didn't indicate that she had recognized Hayden. That wasn't uncommon. Her fame had faded in the last decade. She didn't miss it.
They were led to a booth with a good view of a TV. Hayden gave a sharp gasp as she sat on the bench seat. The plug was pushed in with a tiny jolt and she had responded in kind. Brandon's smirk absolutely killed her. She blushed bright red to match the hoodie. He put a reassuring hand on her arm.
"You doing okay?" he asked.
She just nodded, not sure of her voice with her ass and pussy full of sex toys.
Brandon took out his phone. She braced as she saw him pressing some buttons. Sure enough, the vibrations increased in intensity. She wanted to spread her fingers on the table and moan. But the cuffs prevented the first and her sense of modesty stopped the second. Instead, she looked into his eyes and plead for mercy.
"That's 40%," he said, as though he was talking about something innocuous and not the most erotic dinner of her life.
Her eyes fluttered as the pleasure started to ripple inside her. She clenched the plug and knew that she was doomed.
"I... I don't know if I can take much higher," she said. There was no need to feign a meek little sex kitten voice. Her body was doing that on instinct.
He nodded and she felt the vibrations go down a bit. Then they rose again. He'd set it to a wave pattern and put the phone down. She rode the crests and valleys and tried to keep her legs closed. She debated asking him to take her home right now. He could have anything he wanted if he took her away from prying eyes. Anal, oral, whatever. At this point, she was willing to buy him a unicorn if it meant she could get some relief.
He hadn't told her not to orgasm. She just didn't want to cause a scene. It was like walking around with her hair on fire and hoping no one would notice. She felt her toes curl inside her Jimmy Choos.
She let out a heavy breath and shuddered, "At least let me get through the appetizers."
He gave a little laugh and nodded. She felt the vibrations settle, but not cease.
"Thirty percent doing better for you?" he asked.
She nodded. She could handle this. It was a constant, evil tease, but she wasn't going to explode from it.
The waitress came and Brandon ordered Diet Cokes for both of them. She heard him order an appetizer, but was too hot and bothered to really register what it was.
A few minutes later, the drinks and a basket of mozzarella sticks came out. Hayden watched, amused, as Brandon put a straw in her drink.
"Thanks," she said, her mouth forming a wry grin.
"No problem," he said. She watched as he took a mozzarella stick and held it out to her. She leaned forward and bit the end off. The cheese formed a long string between her lips and his fingers. It made both of them laugh. She couldn't speak as she tried to eat but clearly it was difficult to catch the stretched cheese.
When she swallowed, she grinned at him, "Are you sure you want these cuffs on?"
"It's fine," he said.
"Could be messy if you order chili for me," she grinned.
"Nah, you're getting chicken tenders. You'll be fine," he said.
She nodded. "So... what do you want?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Are you just gonna tease me all night, or is there a bigger plan? Am I blowing you in the bathroom later? Are we gonna fuck in the car after the game?"
He nodded, "All those sound like good ideas."
She rolled her eyes, "Seriously."
"I just wanted to have fun with you. You having fun?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. Watching him take out his phone. She felt the vibrator turn higher and higher. This wasn't the wave setting. He was taking her all the way up. She bit her lip.
"Game time," he said, nodding to the TV in the corner.
"Go pack!" she squealed, as the first orgasm hit her.
- She thought about the humiliating incident with the red wine and the ruined carpet, remembering how her boyfriend had knelt before her friend Ren.
- The request from her boyfriend to text him the score of the NC State game sparked an idea in her mind for an interesting wager.
- In the middle of their phone conversation, she suggested a challenge, proposing an "ass to mouth" scenario if State won the game.
- Hayden Panettiere's character in the show "Nashville" briefly crossed her mind as she considered the idea of incorporating aBDSM elements into their relationship.
- She considered buying a butt plug as a surprise for her boyfriend to use during their intimate moments, intending it as a symbol of their submission and dominance dynamics.
