The Night I Obeyed Was His Birthday

This is, by far, the most intense experience I’ve ever lived through, and I still struggle to believe that I was the one who asked for it. I’m telling it exactly as I remember it, because I know that if I don’t write it down I’ll end up convincing myself I dreamed it.

I managed to get away for an entire weekend to go see Bruno, my lover. We’d known each other for almost a year, always in stolen moments, always with that sense that the clock was chasing us. That’s why that weekend was different: there was no rush, no excuses to make at eleven at night, no need to check the phone every five minutes. Just him, me, and two days ahead of us.

And there was something else: it was his birthday. For weeks I’d been turning over what to give him. I didn’t want to buy him anything, I didn’t want some object he’d later have to hide in a drawer. I wanted to give him something that was only mine, something that couldn’t be wrapped.

—I have your present —I told him on the phone, two days before.

—Oh, yeah? —I could hear the smile in his voice—. And what is it?

—Me. All weekend you’re in charge. I don’t decide anything. I do whatever you ask, whenever you ask it. Every hole is yours, for whatever you want.

There was a long silence on the other end. Then I heard him breathing, slowly, and I knew he was already thinking about everything he was going to do to me.

—That’s the best gift anyone’s ever given me —he said at last—. Get that cunt ready, because I’m not letting it rest for two days.

I hung up with my heart racing and my panties already soaked, and I spent the next two days unable to concentrate on anything. At work my mind would wander halfway through a sentence; at home I packed my bag and unpacked it three times, wavering between one pair of stockings and another as if everything depended on it. I had never offered anything like that before, to him or to anyone, and the mere fact of having said it out loud kept me in a constant state of arousal, a low current that never died down, even when I tried to sleep. I masturbated both nights before, thinking about his cock, his mouth, the things a man can do to a woman who has told him, “today I won’t say no to anything.”

***

I arrived on Friday afternoon. He had rented an apartment in a quiet area, far from anywhere we might run into someone we knew. I went up in the elevator looking at myself in the mirror, checking my lipstick, and noticed my hands were trembling a little. Not from fear. From anticipation.

He opened the door before I’d even finished knocking. He was wearing a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up, and he smelled like the cologne I’d so often gone looking for afterward on my own skin. I stood in the doorway not quite knowing what to say.

—Come in —he ordered. It wasn’t an invitation. It was the first command.

I went in. He closed the door behind me and, before I could set my bag on the floor, he took my face in both hands and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft welcome kiss. It was a kiss that said, “this weekend you’re mine,” with his tongue deep in my mouth, biting my lip, pulling my hair, and I gave it back with the same intent, pressing myself against the hard bulge already lifting his trousers.

—Do you remember what you promised me? —he murmured against my lips.

—I remember.

—Then you already know what’s going to happen. On your knees when I tell you, legs open when I tell you, and your mouth shut unless it’s for what I put between your teeth.

***

He had me strip right there in the entryway, slowly, while he watched from the arm of the sofa, not touching himself, saying nothing. He liked watching. He liked the power of watching while I felt completely exposed. I fumbled with the zipper of my dress so badly I snagged it twice, and when I finally let it fall to the floor he looked at my nipples, already hard under my bra, and ran his tongue over his teeth.

—Bra off. Slowly. I want to see those tits.

I obeyed. They fell free and heavy, and my nipples tightened even more at the feel of the air and his gaze on them.

—The panties too. Don’t bend over so much. I want to see them slide down.

I lowered them centimeter by centimeter. When they passed over my cunt I felt the wetness clinging to the fabric, and he saw it too, because he laughed under his breath.

—You’re already wet and I haven’t even touched you. Good girl.

—Not the stockings —he said when my hand went to the edge of one of them—. The stockings and the shoes stay on.

That’s how he left me: with my stockings up to my thighs and my heels on, and nothing else. I felt more naked than if I’d been wearing nothing at all, and I think that was exactly the point. He made me turn around and brace my hands against the wall, leaning slightly forward, my ass toward him, my legs apart until I showed him everything.

—Don’t move —he warned me—. Move a finger and I stop.

I heard his footsteps behind me. I felt his breath first, before his hands, tracing my back. Then he knelt and pulled my ass cheeks apart with both hands, no ceremony, exposing me completely. He started licking without hurry, with a flat tongue, long and slow, going up from my clit to my asshole and back down again, alternating between the two holes as if he were deciding which one he was going to fuck first. He licked my cunt, sucking my lips, slipping his tongue in as far as it would go, then moved up to my ass, circling around it with the tip until a shiver slipped out of me from my knees all the way to the nape of my neck.

Every time I tried to push back to bury myself deeper on him, he pulled away for a second, punishing my impatience with a sharp slap to my thigh.

—Stay still —he repeated—. I set the pace today. This cunt doesn’t belong to you anymore until Sunday.

He put one finger in first, very slowly, to the knuckle, and let me squeeze it for a few seconds. Then he slid in the second, and with his other hand he smeared his thumb in the wetness dripping from me and started playing with my ass, slicking it, pressing without quite entering, until I opened myself instinctively, asking for it. He laughed with his mouth pressed to my cheek.

—Look at how greedy you are. You’ve given me this little hole too, haven’t you?

—Everything —I gasped—. It’s all yours.

He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them, searching for that exact spot he knew and I could barely find on my own. When he hit it, a long moan slipped out of me and rebounded off the plaster. He started pumping slowly, varying the rhythm, while his tongue attacked my clit with short, fast licks. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came with my forehead against the cold wall, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream too loudly, feeling my cunt clench around his fingers in waves, and he didn’t stop until my knees gave out completely and he had to hold me by the waist so I wouldn’t fall.

—Good —he said, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand—. That was just the appetizer.

***

He led me to the bedroom by the hand, as if after what he’d done to me against the wall I deserved gentler treatment, though we both knew that was a lie. On the dresser he had laid out a few things. I recognized a couple of toys we’d used before, a thick dildo and a glossy black plug, and a bottle of lubricant, all arranged with a calm that made me more nervous than any roughness would have.

—Turn around again —he told me—. Hands and knees on the bed. And spread your legs wide. I want to see everything.

I obeyed, and stayed on all fours with my ass up, feeling exposed down to the last crease. I heard him uncork the bottle, felt the cold liquid running between my cheeks, sliding down my perineum to my cunt, and then his fingers preparing me patiently, first one and then another in my ass, twisting them, scissoring me open inside, until I stopped tensing and started pushing against his hand.

—That’s it, very good —he whispered—. Opening yourself for me. This ass is going to be ruined by Sunday.

He only used the toys once he had stretched me enough. He eased the plug into my ass slowly, twisting it, letting me breathe with each new millimeter, until I felt the wider swell pass and the muscle close around the base. A rough moan escaped me. Then he picked up the dildo, lubed it well in the bottle, and drove it into my cunt in one long, firm thrust that tore a cry from me.

—Are you okay? —he asked softly, holding both toys inside me without moving them. That question, in the middle of everything, was the most intimate thing about the night.

—Yes —I panted—. Keep going. Don’t stop.

He started fucking me with the dildo, pulling it almost all the way out and thrusting it back in to the hilt, while with his other hand he made the plug dance inside my ass. He was filling me on both sides at once, and I, with my face pressed into the pillow, felt my vision go hazy. He held my hips for a moment, letting me feel everything he’d put inside me before moving, checking whether I could bear the weight of that double sensation. My face burned, my whole skin burned, and still all I wanted was for him not to stop.

That total surrender, not having to decide anything, trusting him to know how far to take me, was exactly what I’d promised him on the phone. And keeping that promise excited me more than any caress. I came again on the dildo, clenching around it, feeling how the plug in my ass made everything even more intense, and I screamed into the sheets like I hadn’t screamed in years.

When he had me like that, completely at his mercy, he lay down on the bed and made me climb on top of him, but the other way around, in a sixty-nine, so that each of our mouths were over the other’s sex. The old position as always, the one where no one can hide anything.

—Now my real present —he said, with a smile I felt more than saw against my cunt—. Suck my cock like only you know how.

***

I took his cock in both hands. It was hard as stone, swollen, the tip already shiny with pre-cum. I licked it first from top to bottom, following the thick vein that ran all the way along it, then took it all the way into my mouth slowly, wetting it well with spit, taking in more and more depth little by little. He was generously endowed by nature, and I’d always found it hard to take him all in, so that night I made it a point to do it as part of the gift. I pressed the tip against the back of my throat, holding back the gagging reflex, while beneath me he buried his face in my cunt and sucked my clit like he was hungry.

Every time I managed to get him all the way down and feel his balls against my chin, he answered by sliding his tongue into my cunt to the root, and then back to my asshole, still stretched by the plug, switching back and forth without pause. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixed with the wetness running down his balls, and all of it, instead of embarrassing me, made me even hornier.

We found the rhythm almost without trying. When I went down and took him all the way, he pressed his tongue against my clit. When I came up to breathe, he eased off and licked me lazily. It was a conversation without words, an agreement between two bodies that knew each other well. I had another orgasm like that, with his cock deep in my mouth and my hands gripping his thighs, stifling my cries against his swollen dick. I could feel his legs trembling under me and how he began lifting his hips to fuck my mouth from below.

—Don’t stop —he said, his voice broken, pulling away from my cunt for a second to speak—. Don’t you dare stop now. Swallow it all. All of it, to the very end.

I felt him change, felt that tension I knew by heart, his balls sticking to his body, his cock swelling even more between my lips, the sign that he was about to come. Instead of pulling away, I sped up. I started sucking him fast, pressing my lips tightly around the head, helping myself with my hand at the base, sucking his balls between thrusts. I wanted this birthday to end exactly like that, with him completely losing the control he’d enjoyed having all afternoon.

When he came, he did it with an intensity that surprised even me. I felt the first jolt and then a hot, thick spurt that filled my mouth until it overflowed. I took it all, without pulling away, sealing my lips so I wouldn’t lose a drop. It seemed endless, wave after wave, spurt after spurt of cum, and all the while he kept moving the dildo inside my cunt with one hand and playing with the plug in my ass with the other, driving me into one last brutal orgasm that shook me from head to toe. I came with his cock still in my mouth, swallowing every drop of semen while my cunt clenched in spasms around the toy, both of us trembling, both of us breathless, my chin dripping with what wouldn’t fit inside me.

When I finally let his cock go, I cleaned it completely with my tongue, down to the last drop, looking him in the eye over my own stomach. He swallowed.

—Fuck —was all he said.

***

Afterward we stayed still for a long while, my head resting on his leg, him stroking my hair, both of us too spent to speak. Orange streetlight spilled in through the window, and somewhere in a downstairs apartment muted music was playing. The plug was still inside me, reminding me with every breath of what had just happened.

—You know something? —he said at last, chuckling under his breath—. I’d been waiting for this all week. I barely slept thinking about how it was going to be.

—Just thinking? —I lifted my head to look at him.

—Not just thinking. —He held my gaze, shameless—. I saved myself all week for you. Not even a single wank. I didn’t want to waste a drop before today.

I laughed, half incredulous, half flattered. That a man would plan his birthday with that kind of detail seemed, at that moment, like the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me, ridiculous as it may sound when told like this.

—Then the wait was worth it —I told him, and laid my head back on his thigh, feeling how his cock was already starting to stir again near my cheek.

We still had all of Saturday ahead of us, and Saturday night, and Sunday morning before each of us returned to our usual life. But that first night I already knew I’d never forget it. Not because of the toys, or the positions, or anything anyone would think of when reading this.

I remember it for the feeling of having surrendered myself completely to someone and coming out of it feeling more like myself than ever. I gave him the reins for a weekend, yes. But in the end, the gift was one I gave myself.