“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
I stopped right inside the threshold of my flat and looked around in surprise at all my friends and family gathered in my living room. Once the initial shock wore off, a grin slowly spread on my lips.
“Twenty-four years old, honey. How does it feel?” My mother came up to me to hug me tightly. The smell of her perfume washed over me, but I was so used to the smell it didn’t even phase me. She’d always used that perfume, at least as long as I could remember. Hugs and affections in general was something my family always gave enough off.
“No different than twenty-three.” I smiled at her as I pulled back. My sisters were upon me in that second; Noelle hugging me somewhat timidly before drawing away, while Michaela jumped on me so I had to grab onto her to keep her from crashing to the floor.
Next up were friends, workmates. My best friend in the whole world, Kyros, came up to hug me tightly. To my surprise, even my boyfriend’s best friend, Chase, was there, shaking my hand and wishing me a happy birthday. This was particularly surprising, because I didn’t think the guy even liked me.
When I’d allowed everyone to have their little piece of me, I let my eyes scan the room to find my man. Grayson was standing in the kitchen-doorway, his eyes twinkling and a small smile playing on his lips. He grinned wider as he noticed me looking at him.
I hurried over to him. I threw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him close. “Did you arrange this?”
His strong arms wrapped around me. “No, your mother did. I’ve arranged the rest of our evening, though.”
I backed away so I would be able to look up at him curiously. “What have you got planned for us, babe?”
He shrugged. “A reservation at the finest restaurant in town.”
My eyebrows rose. “Are you spoiling me today, Grayson?”
“Of course I am. It’s your birthday. Today’s all about you.” He dipped his head down to brush his lips over mine in a soft kiss. I knew how uncomfortable it made him to be affectionate in public, so I stood my place and simply let him direct the kiss for once.
I liked the sound of being spoiled. I didn’t have to be the dominant part in our relationship all the time, especially not on my birthday. If Gray wanted to pamper me, I would damn well let him.
Gray didn’t break the kiss like I’d expected him to. Usually he just gave me one, brief kiss if we were in public or surrounded my friends, but this time it lasted a lot longer. I couldn’t say my self-control was at it best, so if he wasn’t going to break the kiss, I was damn well going to deepen it.
I slid my hand behind Gray’s neck to pull him down further. Our lips mashed together properly in a harder, deeper kiss than the one he’d started. As I ran my tongue sensually over Gray’s lower lip, he opened to me and I dove my tongue into that hot mouth, stroking it over Gray’s own tongue and caressing the roof of his mouth. My man felt so good. No wonder I was constantly horny when around him. It wasn’t good for my health.
A couple of throats clearing and obvious coughs broke us apart. I turned to face my guests with a brilliant smile. “Really, guys, can you blame me?” I threw my blond braid over my shoulder and winked back at Gray as I motioned down his tall, fit body.
A blush covered Gray’s cheeks, as always happened whenever I showed affection towards him in public. I liked that about him though, that he was so bashful and timid, so easily embarrassed. He was the total opposite of myself, because I had no shame.
Gray was tall and athletic, with short, dark hair and green eyes. His body might be to die for, but his looks were pretty average. I liked that about him though, that not every single person who met him drooled over him. He was mine, and mine alone. He was the complete opposite of me though, because where he was big and broad and dark, I was small and slight, with long, platinum hair and blue eyes.
Despite being so very different, in all ways, we fit together perfectly. We filled out each other’s lack of personality traits. I was bold and brash where he was quiet and withdrawn. Our sexual desires matched perfectly as well. I was the dominant to his submissive, the bottom to his top. Gray might be big and look tough, but he liked being dominated. I might be small and seem weak to most, but I liked to dominate. I liked to dominate while being fucked, while he preferred being dominated while fucking.
We couldn’t be any more perfectly matched. I had never met, and probably never would, another man who fit me like Gray did. Frankly, I didn’t want to meet anyone else. I was perfectly content with my man, and I couldn’t picture a life without him in it.
My thoughts about Gray were pushed away as my mother brought out her homemade chocolate cake. I, being the birthday boy, cut the first piece and put it on a plate Gray held out for me. Then I cut another piece to put on Gray’s own plate.
The talk flowed easily around the room as everyone got a piece of either the chocolate cake, or the store-bought cream layer cake.
I was content staying next to Gray. We had some fun feeding each other cake. I had more fun than him, because he was constantly blushing at my affections towards him. Still, it was much more fun eating cake when it was fed to you by your man and feeding him your cake in return.
“I love you.” I leaned up to kiss his cheek as we put our plates down on the table.
“I love you too.” Gray smiled down at me, but he blushed again when I slipped my hand under the hem of his shirt, caressing his lower back softly.
“Mmm, I wish we were alone so I could tie you up and fuck myself on that gorgeous cock of yours.” I murmured it against his ear, and the blood pooled into my groin as I spoke. I position myself in front of him so no one, hopefully, could see what I was about to do. I cupped said gorgeous cock through his jeans. It was semi-hard and pressing against the course fabric. “Now that would be the culmination of an awesome birthday.”
Gray moved slightly, trying to find a better position. His timid glance around also told me that he was making sure no one saw what my hand was doing to him. “You do that everyday, Ash,” he replied in a whisper. “It wouldn’t be any different than any other day.”
My man spoke the truth. Still, that was all I wanted to do in that moment. Even after two and a half years with him, I couldn’t get enough. I might be worried I was a nymphomaniac; if I didn’t know he enjoyed all the sex we had just as much as I did.
I had known Gray for a bit longer than two and a half years, though. I’d gotten my very first job at the tender age of twenty as a busboy in a pub downtown, and Gray, then twenty-three had been working part-time as a bartender to pay for his schooling.
There hadn’t really been anything tender about me at that age, though. I’d been a slut, hands down. I slept around, a lot. I’d never thought about Gray in any kind of sexual way, because to me he’d just been a friend. A blushing and awkward guy that I’d used to laugh hat, but still a friend.
I could still pinpoint the exact moment I’d fallen in lust with him though.
It had been one of the hottest day that summer, and I’d felt like I was about to die from dehydration and heat. So on my way to the pub, I’d stopped to buy myself a cone of vanilla ice-cream. It helped against the heat, at least.
I’d strolled into the pub, to busy looking at everything around me to see where I was going, and of course I’d walked straight into someone. I’d cried out as I lost my balance, falling to the floor with a crash, hitting the back of my head against the hard floor. “Oww, oww, oww,” I’d complained as I’d propped myself up on one elbow. I’d felt the back of my head with my free hand as I simultaneously looked down at the mess the ice-cream cone had made of my shirt and shorts.
“I’m so sorry, Ash,” a timid voice had come from above me. “I didn’t see you. Did you hurt yourself?”
I’d slowly lifted my head and focused on Grayson, who had crouched down in front of me with a worried frown on his face. I’d slowly taken in his brown hair, which had curled against his ears and against the hem of his shirt back then, then his brilliantly green eyes, full, kissable lips… I’d blinked myself out of the thoughts, and brought my eyes up to meet Gray’s again. I’d been chiding myself silently for never noticing just how good-looking Grayson was, and I could’ve hit myself. I’d been working in the pub for months and had never taken much notice of my shy, quiet co-worker.
I’d grinned as I’d put my flirt on, to see how Gray would react to it. I’d never been subtle, and that time hadn’t been any exception. ‘It stung. But I’m sure if you kissed it, I’d feel loads better.”
Gray’s cheeks had flushed and he’d bowed his head so I couldn’t see his eyes. “It couldn’t have hurt too much, if you can still flirt,” he’d murmured.
I’d gotten up on my knees. I’d plucked the ice-cream cone off my lap and onto the floor besides me, then leaned in close to Grayson. “How about a kiss on the lips then? As an apology for walking into me and ruining my delicious ice-cream.”
Gray’s cheeks and flushed a deeper shade of red, and he’d refused to look at me. “Technically, you walked into me. I was just standing there.”
I’d rolled my eyes in exasperation. “How about I kiss you then? As an apology?”
“Stop joking, Ash.” His face had still been bright red as he pushed himself up off the floor.
“Oh no, don’t you dare.” I’d grabbed a hold of his forearm and tugged him back down. He’d been caught by surprise, and thus he’d practically fallen against me. I’d taken my chance—by smashing our lips together in a hard kiss.
He’d gasped and I’d slipped my tongue past his lips. He’d been stiff against me at first, but he’d tentatively started sliding his tongue against mine, and that was the moment I’d known that Gray was in love with me.
“Ash? Ashley?”
Gray’s voice broke me out of my reminiscing, and I blinked up at him. “What?”
He smiled. “What were you thinking about? You were far away.”
“Our first kiss. You know, that time I walked into you, spilled my ice-cream all over myself, and the blatantly kissed you?”
Pink tinted Gray’s cheeks. “How can I forget that day?”
I ran my index finger down his cheek. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice you until that day. If I had, we could’ve gotten together months before. I was an ass.” I’d just slept around back then, enjoying whatever cock wanted to fuck my hole. I knew now that Gray had been interested in me since the very first time we met, and I hated the fact that I hadn’t noticed how wonderful he was right away. “So when’s our reservation?”
“In two hours.” Gray reached down to squeeze my hand. “You should go mingle. Everyone’s here for you, after all.”
He had a point. “What about you?”
“I’ll still be here when they’re gone.” Gray grinned.
I laughed lightly. I kissed my man one last time, then flounced off to do what Gray wanted me to do—to mingle with my friends and family.
GRAY WAS fiddling with his cutlery and he kept shooting short, nervous glances over at me. He was so nervous he’d finished his food in record time, while I’d simply raised an eyebrow at him and continued enjoying mine in my own slow pace.
When I’d finished the main course, and we’d gotten our desserts, I leaned back in my seat so I could stare intently over at Gray. It made him squirm in his chair. “You’ve been acting weird since we came in here.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’ve taken me to the best restaurant in town, our table is secluded so no one else in the restaurant can see us. What’s going on, Grayson?”
“I— umm.” He was so nervous he was stammering. Something big must be coming.
I narrowed my brows. My stomach was suddenly doing somersaults and my chest was squeezing painfully. “Grayson, you aren’t— you aren’t going to break up with me, are you?” My biggest fear. It couldn’t come true. Not today, not on my birthday, not ever.
His head snapped up and he stared at me with wide eyes. “What— No! What makes you think that?”
“No, you just— you were acting so weird. You’re pampering me today. You’ve never done quite so big a deal about my birthday before. I mean, I’ve loved every birthday with you, but today is like … over the top.” I swallowed heavily. I was the nervous one now. I had no idea what his endgame was.
“Ash, I—” Gray plucked something out of his jacket pocket. A small, black box. He held it in his hand for a moment, as if weighing it, then he was suddenly out of his chair and down on one knee before me.
It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
Gray lifted the box and popped it open, revealing two rings inside. They were either silver go white gold. I was betting on the latter, considering the fancy box and him being on his knees.
“Ashley, would you—” Gray swallowed heavily and cleared his voice. “Would you make me the honor of marrying me?” His face was flushing again, and he looked down at the floor.
“Oh my God.” I was staring at the rings. My voice sounded strangled, even to my own ears. “I thought you were going to— Fucking hell, Gray!” And then I was on him, arms around his neck, lips kissing him all over. The force of my sudden attack knocked him off balance so that we both fell tumbling to the floor. “Yes, baby, hell, yes!”
Gray pushed my back up into a sitting position. “Yes?” He sat up too and blinked down at me, as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard me right.
I smiled brilliantly. “What do you mean ‘yes’? Yes! Of course I want to marry you, Grayson. How could you be all nervous, thinking I wouldn’t? Put it on me!”
Gray blinked again, digesting my jumbled words. He plucked the smaller ring out of the box, which had fallen out of his hand as we’d tumbled to the floor. He took my hand in his, kissed the top of it, then slid the ring on my ring finger. “I knew it would fit perfectly.” He smiled softly, not letting go off my hand. Instead he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, over where he’d just kissed me, massaging it gently. “I was looking around the jewellers shop when I spotted it, and it screamed Ash at me. I knew it was the perfect ring for you.”
It was white gold, it couldn’t be anything else. It also had several diamond on its upside, diamonds that glittered like a rainbow when the light hit them.
I leaned forward, nudging his jaw with my nose until Gray lifted his head. Then I put my lips on his to kiss him softly. “It’s amazing,” I whispered against his full lips. “I love you more than you could ever know, Grayson.”
“If you love me even half as much as I love you, I think I have an inkling.” No one could say my man wasn’t a romantic, and cliché to boots.
Gray reached over my shoulder. He slid the elastic band off my braid, then ran his hand through my long locks. I knew he loved my hair—maybe even more than I did myself, and I was pretty vain about my hair.
I quirked my lips up into a smirk. “When we get home, baby, I’m going to tie you up so good and show you exactly how much I love you. How much I’d love to marry you. To spend the rest of my life with you.”
Gray’s breath hitched at the promise in my voice. He loved it when I talked like that, when I told him what I was going to do to him. He liked nothing better than to be tied up and at my mercy. Not able to move as I did what I wanted with him.
I plucked the second ring out of the box. This one was also white-gold, but where mine was fancy and extravagant, his was just a simple, smooth band. I slid it on his ring-finger, smiling at the sight of it there.
“What do you say we get the bill?” Once again he was blushing, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment, but because he couldn’t wait to get home.
I winked at him. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
GRAY LIGHTLY tested his restraints. He didn’t have a chance though, because I knew what I was doing. He was tied up with a rope, in intricate knots that I always did perfectly. It had taken my a long while to perfect it, but I had managed it. His hands were tied behind his back and the rope was tied around his torso and thighs and legs, locking him to the chair without being able to move an inch.
I slid a collar around his neck and attached a chain to it, which I let dangle freely until I was ready to use it. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I teased his nipples until they were erected nubs, then put the nipple clamps on them. The clamps were connected by a thin chain, which hung against his muscular chest.
Gray only groaned. He couldn’t do much else, as he was expertly tied down. It seemed he was too far gone to speak, even. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I stepped back to take him in, in all his glory. Naked but for the rope tied in knots around him and the collar around his neck. His cock, long and thick, was standing at full attention. The head was plump and a bright pink, a drop of pre-come leaked from his slit. His groan was hairless, just the way I liked it. So was his chest. I wasn’t keen on body hair, not on myself and not on my boyfriend. He had hair on his legs and under his arms, but that was all I allowed.
“Do you want some of this, Gray?” I turned my back on him and stuck my ass out. I was wearing lacy panties and suspenders, as well as high heels. He might be gay, but he got off on seeing me in lady underwear. I got off on the fact that he got off on it. Besides, it was comfortable.
My cock, considerably smaller than his, was already hard and straining against the front of the panties, but I paid it no mind. Instead I ran my hand down my backside, over the crack in my ass. I pressed against my hole, the fabric of the panties soft against it. “Is this what you want, baby?”
He groaned again, and I grinned to myself. I shimmied out of the panties slowly, bending down to give him a proper view of my hole as I did so. I straightened back up with the panties over my index finger. I glanced back at him over my shoulder, then threw them away.
I walked over to the nightstand, where I kept the lube. I was only wearing the heels now, and if I wanted to do what I had planned, I needed to keep them on so I’d be tall enough. First on the agenda though was the lube. I needed to stretch myself, because his cock was too big to take unprepared.
I turned to the bed, bending over with my legs spread, giving Gray a view of me again. I squirted lube into my hand, then reached back to stretch myself open. I was used to sex with him, so two fingers slid in right away. I didn’t go slow, I was too impatient for that, and I was fucking myself with my fingers already on the second thrust in. Two fingers turned to three and I was panting against the bedspread. I knew watching me get off made Gray hotter than nothing else, perhaps hotter than being tied up even.
I didn’t want to come though, so I soon retracted my fingers. I was a complete slut for cock, and nothing made me come as hard as something up my ass. “Gray. This is all yours.” I reached both hands back to part my cheeks, giving him a clear view of my loose hole in all it’s glory.
He groaned again behind me. “Ash. Fuck…”
I straightened up to squeeze more lube into my hand. Then I turned and finally walked over to him. I grabbed a tight hold of the chain as I straddled his thighs. I stroked my lubed hand up and down his straining cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Gray? Do you want my body around you? Do you want to come inside me?”
“Yes.” His eyes were dark from desire, his throat dry.
I lowered myself, teasing the head of his cock with the crack of my ass.
“Ash,” he whined.
I chuckled, loving how I could make him beg me. I decided to stop teasing, and I held his cock with one hand as I position myself. I bore down, taking him in fully. My ass settled in his lap. His cock was filling me up and I arched my back as I moaned loudly. He was so big, yet it didn’t hurt at all, it was just so damn good.
Thanks to the heels I was wearing, I was tall enough to pull this off. I could lift myself up, almost all the way off his cock, without being to short. When it was his head left inside me, I swiveled my hips a bit before I sat back down on him.
He was already sweating and he was groaning every time I lifted up, and every time I thrust back down. I pulled the chain tight, which in turn tightened the collar around his neck, as I fucked myself on his magnificent cock.
It was always like this between us. Me, pulling the reins, fucking myself on him whichever way I liked, and him, taking everything I had to give. He loved it, I loved it, and it was the reason we were so wonderful together.
Not everyone understood us. His best friend didn’t like me for this very reason, because he couldn’t understand how I, a flaming queer, could dominate such a strong, straight-looking guy like Gray. This was our life though, and it was our choice. It was our sex life. Our happiness.
I bent forward to kiss him, thrusting my tongue past his parted lips. I coaxed his tongue out to play, then I drew it into my own mouth so I could suck on it. All the while I was holding the chain tight, cutting off his air supply just that tiny bit I knew drove him nuts.
I was used to being the one riding him, but having him sit on a chair was quite different than me riding hi on our bed. My thighs were starting to ache, and my feet did not like wearing heels very much.
“Ash. I’m coming,” he gasped out.
“Fill me up,” I demanded, vowing to continue the ride until he’d emptied himself in me. He groaned loudly as he came, shooting into me. He slumped slightly when he was done, and I sat back down on his lap, taking him in fully, as I released the chain and started undoing the knots.
It took a while, but by swivelling my hip around, I managed to keep him hard inside me. When the last knot fell to the floor in a heap, I lifted myself off him. My thighs were trembling and I quickly kicked the heels off before getting on my hands and knees on the bed. “Clean me up, Grayson.”
He was behind me instantly, his mouth on my well-fucked, semen-filled hole. I lowered my upper odd to the bed as he licked and sucked for what he was worth. I could feel his semen trickling out of me, but he didn’t let one drop spill.
His tongue breaching me felt so good I suddenly needed to ground my cock against something. My ass was in the air though, and my hand wasn’t good enough.
“Get on your back.” I sat up on my knees and watched as he scrambled to do as ordered. He lay down against our fluffy pillows, body covered by a sheen of sweat, and his cock still erect. He was good at keeping it so, my man. But then had good practice.
I whipped a pair of handcuffs out from the drawer in the nightstand and I cuffed his wrists to the headboard. When his arms were secured above his head, I knee-walked up to straddle his shoulders. My cock, straining and leaking, poked his jaw. I stared down into his green eyes. “Open up for me, baby.”
Gray parted his lips and I slid my cock into his mouth. He didn’t suck me. He wouldn’t do that unless I told him to, and I wanted to do something else first. I grabbed the headboard, positioned myself so I was steady, then I started thrusting my hips.
“You’re so hot like this, Gray. When I fuck your mouth.” His eyes closed as I started thrusting harder, forcing my entire length into his mouth. He didn’t choke as my head butted against the back of his throat. He never did. He had good training when it came to this too. Saliva was running down his jaws and that sight made me even hotter.
I chased my orgasm, but simply fucking his mouth wasn’t enough. I pulled away abruptly, slid down so I was straddling his hips, then sat down on his cock in one fluid movement. His hips bucked up to meet me now that he wasn’t tied down, and for once I didn’t mind that he was helping, because my thighs were still burning from riding him on the chair.
“Gray,” I moaned. “Oh, baby.” I didn’t need much to climax now. Just a well placed bump against my prostate and I was shooting streams of semen over his six-pack. I continued riding him until I’d stroked myself dry, but once my cock was softening I lifted up off him.
“Ash,” he moaned. “Ash, please.” He bucked his hips up, not wanting to be parted from me.
I pushed them back down to the bed “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and took the head into my mouth. I was able to deep-throat most guys, but not Gray. He was just too big for my jaws. Still, he never complained. He always enjoyed it when I gave him blowjobs. It didn’t happen nearly as often as him giving me blowjobs though, because I usually preferred fucking him until he finished.
I went slow, almost torturously so. I sucked on the head, then pulled back to lick over it and around it. I licked down his length, then back up again to suck the head in my mouth again. Now, I loved sucking his cock, I did. I just preferred it in my body a hell of a lot more, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate it once I got all close and personal to it.
I stroked him with my hand at the same time as I devoted my mouth to the plump, mushroom shaped head.
“Ash,” he moaned, at the same time as his cock jerked in my grip. “Aaaashhhh!” His semen spurted onto my tongue, too much for me to take at once, and most of it trickled down his shaft. I swallowed what I could, then licked the rest off his length. His come was thick, salty and sticky—and I love the taste of it. It was the taste of him. The man I loved. After licking his softening cock clean, I moved up to collapse against him. My come was sticky on his stomach but I didn’t care.
“Baby.” I drew his head to the side to kiss him. It was a slow, lazy kiss. “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth today, baby. Spending the rest of my life with you is going to be like heaven.” It was cheesy, but it was so true. He meant everything to me, and for those short seconds I’d though he was leaving me … they’d been the longest, most heartbreaking moments of my life. When instead he’d done the complete opposite, my joy couldn’t even be measured.
He was breathing heavily against me. His hands were still cuffed to the headboard, and I ran my hand up his chest, over the sparse hair under his arms, and up to feel the straining muscles of his biceps.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Gray. And you’re mine for forever.”
He only nodded dazedly, but it was enough. He was my man, and that was never going to change.
WE GOT married that Christmas. My family was gathered, both of our groups of friends, our workmates. Even his family had come to celebrate with us, even if they liked me less than his best friend did. They didn’t think I was good enough for their precious Grayson. I knew though that I was the only one who was good enough for him, the only who he wanted.
So we got married in a beautiful ceremony. He was wearing the traditional black tux, whilst I was more out there with my white slacks and a tight shirt, and a scarf draped carefully around my neck. After the one holding the ceremony announced us husband and husband, I used that scarf to wrap around his neck and draw him down into a kiss that drew enthusiastic cheering from my family and our friends, but only half-hearted clapping from his family.
I didn’t mind, because he was my husband now. He’d chosen to spend the rest of his life with me, and that was all that mattered. I’d married him, not his family, and that was all that mattered to me. As long as I had Grayson, my life was complete. I put all of that emotion into our kiss, and I knew he would understand it.
And simply because I was me, and because I couldn’t resist, I cupped his crotch right there, in front of them all. And for once, though I knew he was blushing, he drew me in further against him instead of stepping away in embarrassment.
What could I say? Life was perfect.
Hi!
I just added this free story to Goodreads.com because I couldn’t find it.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22586391-all-tied-up
Hilsen Marte, Norge
Hi!
Thanks, I didn’t even think to add a free read there.
Free reads are always welcome! It also helps promoting your other work.