Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 29

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 29
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

What the hell?

I heard the door open and I squinted into the darkness. What time was it? What time did I get home last night? Was someone in the room with me or was I dreaming?

I sat up and the dark image moved quickly towards me.

Everything went black as I felt something covering my eyes. What the hell was going on? Who was in my room? How did they get in? I tried to scream and move away, but there was something in my mouth… a mint? What the hell? Before I could process it, there was a gag over my mouth and I nearly swallowed the mint whole.

Rachel?

I heard her little giggle as I nearly choked on the fricking Altoid. My girlfriend was a freak about morning breath, wasn’t she? Was it morning?

My brain told me it couldn’t be Rachel because she was home in Long Island, sick and miserable. But my senses told me differently. I recognized the lavender from her soap, the flowery smell of her favorite shampoo, and the scent of her skin. The mint dissolved in my mouth and I inhaled deeply as I felt her move behind me. I let her pull my hands behind my back. It was her, right? It had to be. The hotel wouldn’t give a key to anyone else and no one else had one.

I felt metal around my wrists, and then the cuffs clinked closed before I could rethink my decision to cooperate with the would-be kidnapper who might or might not be my girlfriend. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along my collarbone, stopping to bite gently on my shoulder, her teeth teasing me. A moan emanated from my throat before I could catch myself. Her wet lips traveled up to my ear and she whispered, "Happy birthday, baby."

Nick’s entire body relaxed as he heard my voice. He turned towards me and tried to touch me, but the cuffs kept his arms in place. Then he tried to talk, but all I heard were muffled sounds. He was going to be too much fun to torture, wasn't he?

I leaned back into him. "Shhh… if you're a very good boy, I'll give you your presents. But you have to obey me, Nicky. Understand?"

He tried to say something, but then stopped himself, his head dropping to his chest in frustration. He was so pathetic. He'd be pouting up at me if he wasn't gagged. I just knew it. I was on the verge of breaking into giggles, but I tried not to. If this was going to work, I had to remain in character, right? He moved his head up and down slowly, signaling that he understood.

"Good boy," I whispered, licking his earlobe gently and he moaned again. I shrugged out of my coat, revealing his favorite black silk nightgown. He couldn't see it now, but he'd appreciate my selection later. I pulled the sheets off his body slowly and then straddled his legs, pushing him gently back against the headboard of the bed. His body shuddered underneath my touch and again he tried to move to take me in his arms. "If you continue doing that, baby," I sighed, "You're going to be very sore tomorrow."

He nodded again, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against the scarf I'd secured over his mouth. He reacted to my touch and kissed me through the fabric. I loved his mouth… okay, maybe I'd have to kiss him… once.

I opened my mouth as her lips pressed against mine, but only tasted the cloth, not her. I just needed to touch her. Just once. Just kiss her once. Then I'd be okay. I'd let her do whatever she wanted to me. Really.

I tried to concentrate on the feel of her lips as they pushed against the scarf and into mine, imagining that I could taste her lipstick on them. She hadn't really touched me yet, but I could feel the heat from her body. She was kneeling over me, her legs straddling mine. Then I felt the familiar sensation of silk against my arm as she moved forward to kiss me again. Did she know how hot she was making me? Closing my eyes to the darkness behind the blindfold, I imagined her body. Her full breasts pushing against the dark silk and her sexy ass peeking out of the bottom as she moved forward to touch me with her lips.

I couldn't see or taste her, but I could hear her. She shifted her weight, and I heard her breath catch as she pushed back on my shoulders. I winced as the handcuffs restricted my arms, and felt her smile against my lips.

"You okay, bunny?"

Bunny. She has me bound and gagged and is calling me 'bunny'? I was in love with a freak, wasn't I?

Damn, I loved her.

I loved that she lied to me to plan this surprise. She was supposed to be here this afternoon. When I'd talked to her yesterday, she'd told me she still felt horrible from her sinus infection. She felt pretty damn good right now. No way was she still sick. Last time I'd seen her, she was barely able to sit up for more than a few minutes. She had to be feeling better if she'd planned all this.

I started to feel panicked. About not seeing her, about not being able to touch her or tell her I loved her. She must have sensed it because she quickly pulled the scarf away from my lips, immediately replacing it with her mouth. Momentarily I forgot how to kiss her, but then we fell into it. Were her lips softer than I remembered or was it all the anticipation of feeling her?

She kissed me hard, running her hands through my hair to hold my head firmly as she deepened her kiss and stroked my tongue with hers. Oh God, I missed her kisses. It'd only been a few days, but I missed the taste of her in my mouth and the soft slipperiness of her lips against mine.

As quickly as she'd removed the gag and kissed me, she let go and replaced it. Damn. I moaned loudly and moved forward, trying to find her lips again in the dark.

"Not so fast, baby," she scolded and pushed me back, pinning me against the headboard again. I winced, but pain was quickly forgotten when I felt her soft lips gliding down my neck. She paused to run her strong tongue around my Adam's apple and I squirmed underneath her, trying to move against her for some relief. My cock was hard and I ached to feel her surrounding me.

"What do you want for your birthday?" She sighed as she ran her hands up under my shirt and across my chest. The tips of her nails were cool against my nipples as she scratched them lightly, knowing the sensation would make me want her all the more. She'd have to untie me to take my shirt off, right? I moved my hips in response to her question, and she responded in kind, moving herself slowly against my cock in deliberate circles. This torture was going to last a long time, I could tell.

His face was flushed now as I moved against him. Damn, he was hard. Had he been dreaming about me? Better have been me. I ran my hands across his chest, and he shuddered as I lightly ran my fingernails over his nipples.

"You like that?" I questioned as I pinched them harder than I usually would, and he moaned in response. We didn't usually do things very rough, but I wanted him to remember this birthday forever.

I pushed up his shirt and leaned forward, pulling one of his nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. He bucked his hips up against me, and I ground down on his cock to give him momentary relief. I could feel all of him through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts and felt my pussy getting wet as I moved against him.

"Since when do you wear clothes to bed, baby?" I cooed, nipping at his chest as I made my way back up to his ear. "What are we going to do about that?"

He strained against the handcuffs, and I laughed against his neck. Taking the thin fabric of his t-shirt collar in my hands, I tugged hard. Thankfully it was an old shirt. The worn fabric ripped easily, and he inhaled sharply as the air hit his skin.

"You didn't think I'd actually uncuff you so quickly, sweetie? No. I have lots of things in store for you." I kissed his mouth through the gag again, loving feeling him squirm underneath me in frustration. He opened his mouth to me and the scarf was soaking now. "Well, for me, really. But I don't think you'll mind."

He shook his head, and pushed up against me again. I braced my hands against the headboard and slowly let the weight of my body push against him. He moaned loudly as the silk of my lingerie brushed against his hard nipples. He was enjoying this torture. Good.

"Okay, Nick. You can have your first wish." He stopped moving at the sound of my voice, paying strict attention to my words. I leaned back, letting my eyes linger over the sight of him lying in front of me, t-shirt ripped open, bound and gagged. Bending my head, I ran my tongue down his stomach, licking the trail of blond hair that led to his hard cock. Slowly, I slipped my hands underneath the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, freeing his erection. He groaned in satisfaction as I paused to lick the head slowly, deliberately breathing on him as I pulled away so he could feel the warm air on his skin. He pushed his hips up, but I moved out of his reach, running my hands down his legs as I pulled off his shorts.

"We were talking about wishes, weren't we?" I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, and he spread his legs apart as if trying to trick me into touching him. "You get three. Understand?"

He nodded and shuddered as I ran one hand down his thigh again slowly, tickling him with my nails before tracing a line back up to my destination. Taking his heavy balls into my hand, I massaged them gently and he groaned loudly, leaning his head back against the headboard as I toyed with him.

"For your first wish, you get to lose one thing, baby. What will it be?" I increased my pressure on his balls, and he moaned louder, his hips moving slightly, trying to match the rhythm of my hand. "Handcuffs… blindfold… or gag?"

Only one? If I could talk I would have whined at her. Damn, she was making me want her so badly. I only had one wish. I just wanted to fuck her. Needed to fuck her. She ran her hand between my legs, making me open them to her. God, just keep touching me, Rachel… please. Still massaging my balls, she dropped her finger, sliding it across my anus.

I gasped and suddenly her breath was on my face again. She kissed me through the gag, increasing the pressure of her finger against my opening. The palm of her hand moved against my balls, and she stuck the tip of her finger inside me slowly. Damn.

"Does that feel good, Nick?" she asked quietly, and I nodded. She knew how much I loved feeling her inside me. It was something I never thought I'd like, but with her... She moved her finger slightly and leaned against me so I could feel the silky fabric of her nightgown against my bare chest and I whimpered. I wanted to run my hands across her body, savoring the way the silk felt against her skin. I wanted to see her as I moved inside her and made her scream my name, begging me to fuck her harder, deeper… more. I could feel how wet she was against my stomach, and I wanted to taste her. But I could only do one.

I had to tell her I loved her. I had to tell her that she was the most amazing, sexy, incredibly exciting woman I'd ever known or ever would know.

I tried to talk, and she stopped moving.

"Handcuffs?"

I shook my head.

"Blindfold?"

Shaking my head again, I could practically feel her smile in response. She knew from the moment she walked in this room what my wish would be, didn’t she?

She leaned forward, her mouth covering my ear so I felt her words as much as heard them, "Gag?"

I nodded frantically, and she moved her hands, making me sigh as she stopped touching me. Suddenly the gag fell away from my mouth, and I turned my head, trying desperately to find her mouth without being able to touch or see her. She ran a delicate finger over my lips slowly, and I stuck out my tongue, sucking just the tip of her finger into my mouth. I could practically feel her eyes on me, watching me intently.

"So pretty," she purred, pulling her finger back and licking my lips slowly. "Such a pretty little mouth you have, bunny. I missed your mouth."

"Rache," I started to speak, but she silenced me with a kiss. Carefully she lay back on the bed, running her hands down my arms and pulling me down to her. I relaxed for the first time since she came into the room, loving the feel of her body against mine. Her foot ran down the back of my calf, and I nearly came undone. All the pent-up anticipation released as I rested against her. She explored me, her tongue possessing my mouth as her hands moved over my bare skin. Finally she ran her fingers through my hair, holding my head in her hands and letting me take control for a brief moment. Opening her mouth to me, we both moaned as our tongues met greedily.

We didn't do this enough anymore. Kissing. But her mouth was just made for kissing, the gentle pout of her lips, her soft tongue. I’d made a pledge to myself once to kiss her at least twenty times every day we were together. Good, long kisses with full body contact and tongues. I don’t think I’d kept that pledge. I was a fool.

Too soon, she pulled away from me.

"I love you," I breathed in the space between us, and in my mind I could see her. She was lying beside me, her lips red and swollen from kissing and her dark hair framing her face as a playful grin crept across her lips. And that look in her eyes… the look that was all mine, and told me that I was hers. Only hers.

Her fingers still buried in my hair, she sighed as I kissed her cheeks. Rolling over, I pinned her against the mattress and struggled to get up on my knees so I could explore her body. Darkness still surrounding me, I felt my way with my lips and tongue, guided by her soft skin and low moans as I found all those places on her body that made her giggle and squirm and sigh. I couldn't take off her nightgown, but that was okay. I loved the feel of the silk against my lips and the way it smelled and tasted like her. Licking a wet trail across her breasts, I ran my tongue along the edge of the soft fabric before circling her nipple slowly. She moaned softly in response, her entire body relaxing into the bed.

Finally his lips latched onto my nipple, and I arched my back to be closer to him. More. I needed more.

"Nick, don't tease me," I heard myself practically pant.

An evil little laugh emanated from his throat as he stopped moving. "You are telling me not to tease you, Rache? Oh… once I'm untied, baby…" he threatened, biting down on my nipple and making me gasp at the sudden sensation. Immediately he sucked my nipple into this warm mouth, quelling the pain, and I was overcome with wanting him. Needing him. Screw his wishes. I was the one in control. I wasn’t the one bound and blindfolded Pushing him away roughly, he fell onto his back and I pulled my short nightgown over my head before I straddled him, leaning down so my breasts dangled right over his mouth.

"Suck me," I commanded, and he smiled as I moved down so he could find his exposed target. Sucking my hard nipple back into his warm mouth, he increased his pressure. Hearing my loud moan, he stopped, flicking his tongue against my nipple, and I could feel his smile against my skin as I begged him not to stop.

"Rache, please. Take the handcuffs off," he pleaded, trying to sit up, kissing as much of me as he could reach. "I want to feel you, baby. I want to run my hands across your skin," he whispered, and I moved up his body, loving how his breath warming me before his tongue darted inside my navel. His touch traveled through me, and I ground down on his chest for some relief. "I need to touch you… feel your tight, hot pussy. I know you want that, baby. You want me to fuck you with my fingers, don't you? You want me to fuck you on your hands and knees, and I can't do that with my hands behind my back."

His breath was hot against my skin, and I squirmed against him, knowing he could feel my wetness against his chest. Grabbing onto the headboard, I moved up, straddling his face and I didn’t have to instruct him. I felt and heard him inhale deeply before running his tongue along me, expertly parting my lips so he could taste me. He could tell how much I needed him as he circled my swollen clit with his tongue and moaned against my skin, the vibrations against my sensitive flesh making me want him even more. I arched my back, gripping the headboard harder when his lips finally encased my clit, pulling it into his mouth, and then biting down gently just to tease me. I heard myself moan and scream as he ran his tongue over my needy flesh repeatedly making those small circles that he knew drove me crazy.

"Oh, God… Nick, harder. I'm so fucking close…" I lost it as he obeyed me like a good boy. He sucked my clit into his mouth like a piece of hard candy. As soon as he did that, I cried out, grinding down against him, coming hard as he slipped his tongue inside my aching pussy, tasting me as I shuddered against him. I moaned as he filled me, begging him not to stop fucking me with his tongue, selfishly extending my orgasm. He continued licking me as my body stopped shuddering, and I could move again, lifting myself off him.

"Rachel!" he whined as I moved away. But I’d stopped caring about his needs as pleasure continued fluttering through my body. He was going to love me so much in a minute.

I reached into my bag by the bed and pulled out the scarves I'd brought, tying them securely to the headboard.

"Rache?" he questioned this time, sounding nervous as he heard me moving around. I bent back over him, taking his cock into my mouth in one motion and pushing his legs up over my shoulders so I could massage his balls. He tried to talk but nothing but a loud moan came out as his cock slid down into my throat as deep as he would go. I ran my hands back down to his ass, massaging him and teasing him with my nails as I moved my mouth over his cock.

"Damn, baby… shit…" I continued to suck on his cock, and he moved back against my hands, moaning loudly and mumbling incoherently. I could tell he was almost there, and I let him slide out of my mouth.

"Rachel!" he screamed in frustration as I let his legs drop and stopped touching him completely.

"I know, baby, soon," she whispered in my ear, leaning over and pulling me onto my side.

I nodded, looking up to where I thought she was, "Untie me, Rache. I want to feel you in my arms when I come. I want to make love to you."

I could feel the smile in her voice as she responded to my pleas, "There is no 'making love' right now, Nicky. This is in a different category." She moved away from me, and I could hear her rummaging through her bag again.

"What are you doing?"

"You don't get to ask any questions right now." Her voice a low, authoritative hiss breaking the silence in the room. "You'll find out what I'm doing when I decide you're ready."

She'd never talked to me like that before. Fuck, it was hot. We should do this more often.

"You need to promise me something, baby." Her voice was closer now. And softer.

"Anything," I responded quickly. If I couldn't fuck her soon I was going to pass out. I'd never been this worked up before. Of the thousands of times we'd made love, I'd never wanted her this badly. Not even the first time. I felt like my cock was going to explode if she touched me again. Part of me wanted the release, but part of me didn’t want it to be over. Not yet.

"Trust me," she whispered into my ear as she leaned over me and ran her hands down my arms. Every hair on my arms seemed to leap to attention at her soft touch.

"I do, Rache. Always." And I did.

"Good boy," she cooed as she kissed my shoulder. She slid down my body, pushing me back against the mattress and taking my cock quickly into her warm mouth again. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold off my orgasm as she sighed against me and I felt the vibrations throughout my body.

She must have sensed I was too close because she stopped her movements, pulling back to suck gently on the head of my cock. I pushed my head back against the mattress, moaning loudly as she ran her tongue lightly over the vein and pushed her finger back inside my ass.

"Damn, Rachel. That's so good, baby."

She let me fall out of her mouth, but kept her finger inside me, "It's gonna get better. Relax for me, Nick."

She pushed my legs up over her shoulders again so I was open to her. I felt her hot breath first and then her wet tongue against my sensitive skin, teasing me before pushing slowly into my opening. I gasped at the new sensation.

"Rache… what are you doing?" I asked nervously, but she didn't stop. Instead she pushed her tongue inside me further before moving to suck one of my balls into her mouth. Fingers replaced her tongue, and I instinctively pushed back against her hand, missing the sensation of something filling me as a loud groan escaped my lips.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me, baby." I nodded, not able to form words as I adjusted to her fingers inside me. She licked at the head of my cock, tracing the shape of it, and I groaned in frustration. I never wanted her to stop. I wanted more.

But she stopped, pulling away from me and flipping me over on my stomach before I could process what was happening. "Don't move," she hissed, and I felt the handcuffs fall away. I started to move my arm and she slapped me.

Was she spanking me? I was too stunned to do anything else, and I heard her low laugh. "Don't move, I said," she growled, and I nodded.

She yanked my arm up, pulling my ripped shirt off roughly, and I almost said I wasn't supposed to move, but that might get me another slap.

Maybe I wanted another slap. My ass was tingling from where she'd hit it, and it wasn't a terrible sensation. Then again, my senses were on overdrive right now, what did I know?

By the time I realized what was happening, my arms were tied to the headboard and her soft hands ran over my ass, and then down the backs of my thighs. What the fuck?

She pulled my hips up so I was resting on my knees, pressing her breasts against my back. Reaching around my body, she teased me by running her hands down my chest and stomach. Finally she just barely touched my cock, giving me just enough sensation to know she was there… so close… "God, Rachel, please," I sighed, aching for any kind of release. I let my head drop against the pillows in frustration. "What are you doing?"

"What did I say about questions? Do you want another spanking?"

"No, I… I don't know!" I wailed, and I felt her smile as she kissed my shoulder. She ran her fingers lightly over my ass, tracing where she'd smacked me before.

"Isn't it traditional to whack you once for each year? Maybe one more for good luck?"

I just whimpered. She was barely touching me, and my head was about to explode. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to suck my cock. I wanted her to just keep doing what she was doing. I wanted it all.

"Or I could give you more of this… you liked this, didn't you?" I felt something cold and slick against my ass. She ran her fingers over me, pushing the cool lubricant inside, and I groaned loudly. That felt so good.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Nick," she purred against my ear, her fingers sinking deeper inside me.

He froze. He stopped moving against my fingers. He didn't even breathe. I bit down on his earlobe, and I heard the breath catch in his throat. "Nicky, it's me. It's still Rachel. Would I ever do anything to hurt you?"

He whimpered again, but I think it might have been acquiescence.

"You like this, don't you?" I pumped my fingers inside him slowly, and he moaned at the slippery sensation. "You love it. It makes you wild when you fuck me and my fingers are inside you. Just a little more of that, baby. I'll hold your cock in my hand, and I promise, you're gonna come so hard…"

I really loved that whimper. I'd never heard it before… it was lost and confused and definitely horny. I was fucking blowing his mind, wasn't I?

I freed my fingers, making him groan as I pulled out. Wiping the lube off quickly, I cupped his face in my hands. "Let me tell you something that'll really make you crazy. I've never done this before, and I've always wanted to."

I kissed him, and he almost devoured me, sucking on my tongue hungrily. I knew that would get him. He was always looking for something I'd never done before.

We broke apart, and he gasped for air. "Fuck me, Rachel. I want to fulfill your every fantasy, baby. Please…" His breathing was shallow as I stroked his face.

"So pretty, bunny," I cooed, loving how he leaned into my hand as I stroked his cheek. "So pretty. You sure you want me to do this?"

He nodded emphatically. "Can you do it soon?"

I laughed, moving behind him and pressing my thumb inside his ass. He cried out in pleasure as I moved it around, trying to prepare him for the dildo I’d strapped on while he was distracted by other things. "More, Rachel…" he groaned, and I laughed, smearing some lubricant on my new toy.

"Patience. I don't want to hurt you…" I eased the tip into him, and he screamed, making me stop.

"Shit, Rache… that feels so good."

"You still want more?"

He responded by moving back against me, throwing me off balance. "Let's not forget who's in charge here," I growled. He froze at my words, afraid I’d stop fucking him. Oh, I could get used to this. "Good boy," I told him, pulling back a little before sliding into him again.

Suddenly he cried out, and I stopped. That was not a good cry. "Breathe, Nick," I assured him, moving so that only the tip of the dildo remained inside him. "Just relax. It's okay. Want me to stop?"

"No," he insisted. "Just… I… try again." He positioned his hips higher and I could see his fingers turning white as he gripped the headboard.

"Breath with me, baby. Relax…" I whispered against his ear and then moved back, stroking his back lightly, long strokes from his shoulders to his ass and back again, slowly. "Breathe with me. Inhale," I instructed, my hands on his shoulders. "Exhale…" My hands on his ass, I eased a fraction deeper inside him, pulling back as he breathed in. Damn, that was a sight… seeing my new dick disappear inside him, feeling his entire body responding to the new sensation.

That way, bit-by-bit, finally I was inside him. He shuddered, realizing how deep I was, how full it felt. "Good, baby?" I asked quietly, and he moaned as I moved back.

"Fucking… I… just… don't stop. Please don't fucking stop."

Smiling, I started moving in and out of him slowly, the base of the cock hitting my clit and making me want to move faster. "Shit, baby. That's so… good." He sighed, resting his head against the pillows in front of him and offering his ass up to me as I pushed back into him.

Reaching around, I stroked his cock, and he groaned so deeply I could feel it. I didn't know he could make those noises. He was so hard, throbbing as my hand closed around him. It took a minute, but I found a rhythm, slamming into him as I pulled on his cock. His moans told me he was enjoying it. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," he chanted, whispering as I moved faster, and I slowed down, making him scream in pleasure and frustration.

Oh, I liked this. I didn't even care about coming right now. I just liked playing with his body and making him scream.

"God, Rache, don't stop. It's so good, don't…"

"Tell me I can do this again," I hissed.

"You'd fucking better!" he yelled. "But right now, I can't… baby, please."

I ran my tongue along his back, tracing his spine, and he arched against me. Wrapping my hand tightly around his cock, I slammed into him again. "Come for me, Nicky," I ordered him, and he did, screaming my name as he bucked against my hand. I slid in and out of him slowly as he shuddered, coming harder and longer than I’d ever witnessed. Finally, he stopped moving, and I reached over him, untying his hands and using one of the scarves to clean up the mess.

Slowly I pulled out of him. With one small push, he fell flat onto the bed, sobbing. I stretched out next to him, and he pulled me into his arms, letting me take his blindfold off. He was speechless, just crying and holding on to me, as I stroked his hair. "I know, I know," I cooed to him quietly. "It's okay."

After a minute, he caught his breath, kissing me with trembling lips. "That was the best birthday present ever," he finally said, and I laughed.

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