Birthday Wish #1 ('02) | Birthday Wish #2 ('03)
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Note to Oreos for Breakfast readers: The timing for this scene is January 2002.

<Nick>

What the hell?

I heard the door open and I squinted in the dark. Where the hell were my glasses? I drank too much last night - or was it this morning? - at the club, I could barely focus and my head was pounding. I sat up and the dark image moved quickly toward me.

But then everything went black and I felt something covering my eyes. Was this some sick fan stalker thing? Oh my god, why did I tell Frank I didn't need him to stay? I tried to scream, but there was something over my mouth as soon as I opened it.

Then I smelled her.

Rachel?

Had to be. The lavender from her candles and soap. I inhaled deeply and felt her move behind me. She grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back and I let her. It was her, right? I wasn't about to be taken out back and executed for crimes against fashion or something?

I felt metal around my wrists and then the cuffs clinked closed. She moved closer, I could feel her breath on my neck as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along my collarbone, stopping to bite on my shoulder and a moan emanated from my throat. Damn the gag, I couldn't be quiet with her this close to me. She moved up to my ear and bit down again before sighing, "Happy birthday, baby."

<Rachel>

His entire body relaxed as he heard my voice. He turned toward 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 present. 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 hysterics, but I tried not to laugh. 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, my lips against his ear again and he moaned louder. I shrugged out of my black coat, revealing his favorite black silk nightgown. He couldn't see now, but later, he'd appreciate my selection. I straddled his legs and pushed him gently back against the headboard. His body shuddered underneath my touch and again he instinctively tried to move to take me in his arms. "If you continue doing that, baby," I sighed, "you're going to be very sore in the morning.

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

<Nick>

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 concentrated on the feel of her lips as they pushed against the scarf and into mine. She hadn't touched me yet, but I could feel her kneeling over me, her legs straddling mine, and felt the silk of her nightgown as she moved forward to kiss me again. Did she know hot she was making me? I tried to move forward, to be closer to her.

I couldn't see or taste her but I could hear her. She shifted her weight and I could hear her breath catch as she pushed on my shoulders. I winced as the handcuffs restricted my arms and I 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 came all this way to surprise me. She was supposed to be on a plane to London right now. Their tour started in a couple of days and there was publicity still to do. It was going to be a month before we'd be alone again. We might have a few hours the night of the Grammys but they were going to win everything, I just knew it, and she'd have to spend all night doing interviews.

The last time we'd been together, she'd been so sick. Run down from touring and tired from the drugs that Mr. Doctor Robinson had prescribed for her that were supposed to make her feel better. She barely wanted me to touch her, afraid she'd make me sick, too. But finally she relented, falling asleep in my arms and letting me hold her all night.

I started to feel panicked. About not seeing her, about not being able to touch her or tell her I loved her and she must have sensed it because she quickly pulled the scarf away from my lips, immediately replacing it with her mouth. 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 and then holding 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 feel of her soft 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 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 she ran her tongue down my neck, pausing to suck lightly on my Adam's apple. 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. 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 over my cock in deliberate circles. This torture was going to last a long time, I could tell.

<Rachel>

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 pinched at his nipples.

"You like that?" I questioned as I pinched them harder 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. I could feel all of him through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts.

"Since when do you wear clothes to bed, baby?" I cooed, moving 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 and tugging hard. Thank god it was an old t-shirt, it 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. He opened him mouth to me and the scarf was wet now. "Well, for me, really. But I don't think you'll mind."

He shook his head and pushed up against me again. He was enjoying this torture. Good.

"Okay, Nick. You can have your first wish." He stopped moving, paying strict attention to my words. I leaned back, letting my eyes linger over the sight of him laying in front of me, t-shirt ripped open, bound and gagged. If the teenyboppers could see him now. I leaned down and 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 and making him groan in satisfaction as I paused to lick the head slowly. He moved forward, trying to get closer to me, but I moved away again, 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 up his thigh slowly. Getting to my destination, I took his balls into my hand, massaging them gently as he groaned and leaned his head back against the headboard.

"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?"

<Nick>

Only one? If I could talk I would have whined at her. Damn, she was making me want her so bad. I didn't care if she was sticking me with hot pins, I just wanted to fuck her. She ran her hand between my legs, behind my balls and slid a finger across my anus, making me gasp.

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

"Does that feel good, Nick?" She sighed against my lips and I nodded. Shit. She'd never done that before. I thought we'd done everything imaginable. She moved her finger slightly and leaned against me. 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. 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. 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?" I shook my head again.

She leaned forward, her mouth practically covering my ear, "Gag?"

I nodded frantically and she moved her hands up to the scarf, making me sigh as she stopped touching me. She reached behind my head and untied the scarf, pulling the gag away from my mouth. I turned my head, trying desperately to find her mouth without being able to touch or see her. She ran a finger over my lips slowly and I stuck out my tongue, sucking her finger into my mouth. I knew she was watching me intently.

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

"Rache," I started to speak, but she silenced me by kissing me softly. Again, her hands ran down my chest and I felt her lay down on the bed beside me. She pulled me down to her and let me kiss her finally. Opening her mouth to me, we both moaned as our tongues met. She wrapped her hands around my neck and played with the soft hair on the back of my neck as I sucked on her tongue and reveled in the feel of her against me.

Finally she pulled away.

"I love you," I breathed in the space between us and in my mind I could see her lying there beside me, grinning at me with that look in her eye. The look that was all mine. Her arms were still around my neck and I kissed her cheeks then rolled over, pinning her against the mattress and scrambling to get up on my knees so I could move. I kissed every part of her I could find. I couldn't take off her nightgown, but that was okay. I loved the feel of the silk against my skin and the way it moved against hers. Finally I worked my way down to her breasts and ran my tongue across the soft fabric and around her nipple slowly.

<Rachel>

"Nick, don't tease me."

He laughed an evil little laugh and stopped moving. "You are telling me not to tease you, Rache? Oh… once I'm untied, baby." He bit down on my nipple, making me gasp at the pain and then immediately sucked it into this warm mouth and I was overcome with wanting him. I pushed him up and pulled my short nightgown over my head quickly. Then I guided him back down to me, holding him to my chest.

"Suck me," I commanded and he smiled before bending his head down and taking my nipple back into his warm mouth. He increased his pressure, his mouth opening and closing wildly against my breast as if he couldn't get enough of me.

"Rache, please. Take the handcuffs off. I want to feel you baby. I want to run my hands across your skin," he begged, running his tongue down my stomach. I guided him back down my body, pushing on his shoulder and helping him to keep his balance. He stopped to nibble hungrily at my hip bone, "and down to 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, opening myself to him as he moved lower. He inhaled deeply before running his tongue along me. I pulled on his shoulders and held him to me as his teeth bit down on my clit before sucking on it, running his tongue over it repeatedly. Small circles that drove me crazy.

"Oh, god… Nick, harder. Jesus… I'm so fucking close…" I lost it as he obeyed me. Such a good boy. He sucked my clit into his mouth hard and as soon as he did that, I cried out, pushing my hips up against him, coming hard and shuddering as he pushed his tongue into me roughly. He responded to my screams by fucking me quickly with his tongue, pushing it inside me and extending my orgasm until I pushed him off me abruptly.

"Rachel," he whined as he landed with a thud against the mattress and his hands were pinned behind him again, but I'd stopped caring. He was going to love me so much in a minute.

I reached into my bag by the bed, pulling out the scarves I'd brought and tied them to the headboard. "Rache?" he asked, sounding nervous as he looked around for me. I bent back over him, taking his cock into my mouth. I pushed 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 and I sucked him as hard as I could. I ran my hands back down to his ass, massaging him and teasing him with my nails.

"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 as I let his legs drop.

<Nick>

"I know, baby, soon,"she whispered, 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, "There is no making love right now, Nicky." She moved away from me, and I could hear her rummaging through her bag.

"What are you doing?" I wondered.

"You don't get to ask any questions tonight, baby. 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."

"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 bad. Not even that first time.

"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 touch.

"I do, Rache. Always." And I did. Right now I couldn't imagine how I could ever doubt that she loved me.

"Good boy," she cooed as she kissed my shoulder and then slid down my body, pushing me back against the mattress, taking my cock quickly into her mouth again and making me moan. She sighed against me and the vibrations about made me come right then.

She must have sensed that because she stopped her movements and then moved 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 me.

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

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

She pushed my legs up over her shoulders again and ran her tongue along my opening, teasing me me as she pushed it into me slowly. I gasped at the new sensation.

"Rache… what are you doing?" I asked nervously, but she didn't stop, pushing her tongue inside me again before moving to suck one of my balls into her mouth. Two of her fingers replaced her tongue and I instinctively pushed back against her hand, a loud moan escaping 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. Her tongue licked at my nipple and I groaned, I never wanted her to stop.

But she did, pulling away from me and flipping me over on my stomach. "Don't move," she hissed, and I felt the handcuffs fall away. I started to move my arm and she spanked me.

She spanked 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, she had my arms tied to the headboard. What the fuck?

She pulled my hips up so I was resting on my knees, and she teased my cock again, barely touching it, and I groaned. "God, Rachel, please. 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, running 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 against my ass. She ran her fingers over me pushing the cool lubricant inside me and I groaned loudly. That felt so good.

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

<Rachel>

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 and he moaned. "We've never done this before and you like it. 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 was really loving 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, and I wiped the lube off quickly before cupping 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, smashing his lips against mine, sucking on my tongue hungrily. I knew that would get him, he was always looking for something I hadn't 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, baby," 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, making him cry out. "More, Rachel…" he groaned, and I laughed, smearing some lubricant on the dildo.

"Patience, bunny, I don't want to hurt you…" I eased into him and he screamed.

"Shit, Rache… that feels so good."

"You still want more?"

He responded by moving back against me, throwing me off balance. I stopped moving. "Let's not forget who's in charge here," I growled, and he froze. Oh, I could get so used to this. "Good boy," I told him, pulling back a little and then sliding into him again.

"Damn," he screamed as the dildo entered him fully. 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 as I pushed back into him.

I reached around, taking his cock in my hand 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 and 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.

Oh, I so 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… god, baby, please."

I ran my tongue along his back, tracing his tattoos, 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. I slid in and out of him slowly as he shuddered, and I reached over him, untying his hands and using one of the scarves to clean up the mess.

Finally I pulled out of him completely and with one small push, he fell flat onto the bed and started 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, and I stroked his hair. "I know, I know," I cooed to him quietly. "It's okay."

After a minute, he caught his breath, kissing my face with trembling lips. "That was the best birthday present ever," he finally managed, and I burst into giggles.

<Nick>

She laughed and I stroked her face, grinning at her. I don't know if I'd ever felt this good in my life. I was floating somewhere above the bed, I think.

"We are so not done, baby. You get two more wishes."

I pulled away from her slightly, considering her. "I do?"

"I will admit that one was sorta mine. But I thought you might… enjoy it. James must be gay for some reason, right?"

"Don't even tell me you told him about this."

She gave me a guilty smile and I groaned, rolling away from her. "Rachel!"

"Honey, I think you should write him a thank you note. I've never seen you come that hard."

I had to laugh. I felt so good right now I might tell the world. "I would prefer never to speak of it in his presence." If James knew, did… oh, I didn't even care.

"Is that your second wish?" she teased, and I shook my head.

"I am not wasting one of my wishes on something like that! And I dunno about that first wish… that was just a choice, wasn't it?"

"Hey, you're lucky I gave you that, boy toy!" She was trying to be all commanding again, but it wasn't working.

I picked up the blindfold she'd used on me. "This is my second wish. All of it, the cuffs and the gag and the scarves, even. Whatever I want to use from your bag of tricks."

She nodded. "OK."

I laughed. "You set me up. You were hoping for that one."

"Maybe… I still think you might enjoy it a bit…"

I kissed her, running my hand down her body and encountering something entirely unfamiliar. "Let me see this contraption," I said, sitting up.

Rachel had a dick. It was very strange to see, she had a sorta belt around her waist and it was sticking straight out. "It's not terribly dignified," she told me.

"At least you can take yours off," I told her, and she laughed, reaching down to unbuckle it.

"I'm happy to do so, although it was definitely fun to play with. It's a special occasion toy, I think," she muttered, sitting up to see the buckle better. "It's complicated, I had to practice at home, or I would have had you there all tied up and bored while I put it on."

I reached down and helped her remove it. "You mean you didn't wear it in?"

She rolled her eyes, pulling off the harness and tossing it on the floor. "It was bad enough that I was wearing the nightgown under my coat." She laughed at my surely dumbfounded expression. "That was plan B, if you were awake, I was going to drop the coat and stagger you with my beauty."

"Thank god my friends weren't here, right?" It was strange that no one had come back with me last night. I always had someone staying over.

"Anna was warned. Last night was your party, baby. Today you just get me."

"That's all I need. How long are you here?"

"I have to be on a flight out of Tampa tomorrow afternoon."

I grinned, kissing her. "Have you been leading me on for weeks, then?"

She grinned back. "Yes. You have no idea how hot and bothered I have been, either, thinking of this…"

My hand slipped between her thighs and she was so wet. "Once I get my strength back, I am going to fuck you senseless, Rache."

"Is that the third wish?"

I ran my thumb over her clit, making her arch up against me. "That is part of the second wish. I haven't figured out the third wish yet."

Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed quietly. "Can I wish that you keep doing that?"

I moved closer to her, sliding two fingers deep inside her, and I was rewarded with a deep groan. "You're so hot, Rachel. Did you not come when you were fucking me?"

Shaking her head, she bit her lip. "I was… distracted." She gasped when I flicked her clit with my thumb, and I kissed her softly. I loved to watch her face when she came, hear the little noises she made when I touched her.

"Did that turn you on, fucking me?" She nodded, arching her hips into my hand and I moved faster, knowing she was close. "Maybe we should do it again, can we do it so you can see my face? I love to see your face when I'm inside you, the way you talk to me and beg me to fuck you harder. Now I know why, it feels so good to have something inside you…"

I didn't go on, she cried out, coming against my hand, and I kissed her face, whispering to her how much I loved her. Catching her breath, she took my head in her hands and kissed me deeply, sighing against my lips. "Okay, this might inform phone sex for the next year or so."

I laughed, pulling her into my arms and settling back against the bed. "Good thing, it's gonna be a while…"

She whimpered, snuggling against me. "That's why I'm here, I had to make sure we had enough sex to last for a few weeks."

I held her tighter, breathing in the scent of her and trying not to think about the weeks ahead of us. Four weeks before we'd have any time together. She kissed my chest. "Did I blow your mind, Nick?"

"Oh, yeah," I answered without a thought. "What the hell am I gonna have to do on your birthday to top that?"

Giggling, she looked up at me. "You've got a few months to think about it, I wouldn't worry."

"How long have you been planning this?"

"A couple weeks. Well, I've had the idea of the strap on and your fine ass probably since we met, but the elaborate plan only a couple of weeks. I whined to Lola about missing your birthday and she figured out a way to get me the day off. I thought it would be more fun to surprise you."

I laughed. "Why did you never mention the strap on to me? We could have done it before now."

She gave me a wry look. "Yeah, you woulda run away screaming." I started to protest and she shook her head. "You would have. I figured if I got you all worked up, you would have agreed to anything."

I stopped, shaking my head. She was right. She constantly made me do things I never thought I would. Some of it was stupid, like going on her tour without a bodyguard, and some of it was good, like doing my own laundry or managing to cook an entire meal without ruining anything. This had never really entered my mind, I had to admit. I kissed her. "You're right. I should just listen to you. Any other twisted sexual fantasies we should get to work on?"

"Didn't I hear something about a second wish?" she smiled.

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