Jen finishes tidying up her apartment, sticks a bottle of prosecco in the fridge, and pulls out the little gift-wrapped package from her closet and puts it on Dane’s plate at the set dinner table. It’s Dane’s birthday. Jen wanted to plan an elaborate party, but he specifically requested a simple dinner for two, so it’ll be the best dinner for two she can make it.

Her career’s been going well and Jen recently upgraded to her own solo flat, no roommates. It’s been great for her work from home concentration, her independence, and her sex life. She’s in her own little slice of paradise. It’s a corner unit in an old building on a tree-lined street in a much nicer neighbourhood than she’s lived in before.

A big bay window in the living room has warped old glass that makes the light pour in in irregular streaks and blotches, she’s always loved that effect. The original oak floors have inlaid patterns that add an interesting detail. She moved in her collection of Danish mid-century furniture – a wood-framed couch with dusty pink velvet cushions and a little teak dining set that expands to seat 8, they won’t be needing that tonight though. High decorative windows sit above her shelves for extra light, and her fold-out writing desk perches neatly in the centre of the wall with her favourite tall-backed wooden chair tucked in. Every possible surface is covered with rare exotic house plants in dark blue pots, which are thriving from the ample light. A large woven tapestry hangs above the dining table as the focal point of the room.

She’s laid out a wool table-runner, a set of stoneware plates, champagne flutes, candles, and her fancy flatware for dinner. The little gift adds a colourful splash to her otherwise muted palette of brown and cream pottery.

Around the corner, Jen’s kitchen is neat and tidy. Steaks and vegetable kebabs are in the fridge, ready to be thrown onto the barbecue when they’re hungry. Only her stand mixer is out, she just finished making whipped cream. It's for the cake she made for dessert; but she also wants to see Dane's body painted in the fluffy cream, so she might save some for later. She dips a finger in the bowl to taste a dollop to make sure its sweet enough. Perfect.

Everything’s ready. She’s in a sleeveless wrap dress, tied at the waist with a little bow. It stretches nicely over her substantial ass, and drapes over her breasts revealing a nice amount of her freckled cleavage. If she leans forward enough, one might catch a glimpse of her lacy black bra barely containing her full, ripe breasts. Her hair is loosely grazing the top of her shoulders, but it probably won’t be down for long. She pops into the bathroom to add a little red lipstick at the vanity mirror, this is a special occasion after all. It matches her freshly pedicured red-painted toes. She’s pleased with the bold wallpaper chosen in here – dark palm branches with pops of red and orange.

There’s a knock at the door. He’s here. Jen turns on her bare heels excitedly and opens the door.

“Happy birthday!” she exclaims, taking Dane by the hand. She stands on her tiptoes to give him a little peck.

“Thank you, you look amazing,” he compliments.

His tall, athletic build towers over her short frame. She steps out of the way and lets him into the entrance and close the door behind him. He smiles as he drinks in her image and pulls her in by the waist for a proper kiss.

He’s wearing a suit. Jen didn’t expect him to come over looking so put together, but he can’t resist an occasion to dress up. He knows how much she loves undressing his formal wear, this will make it so much more fun. His slamming body looks irresistible in this refined look. He’s cleanly shaven and a fragrant scent of cloves and cinnamon from his aftershave wafts in. His olive green tie perfectly compliments his hazel eyes – he must have chosen that on purpose. He’s always had a knack for good design – be it fashion, interiors, graphics, whatever.

Jen runs her thumbs under the lapel of his suit jacket and pull it off his shoulders and down his biceps. She hangs it on the coat rack, it’s far too hot for that.

“Would you like a drink?” She offers. She walks to her bar cart at the end of the kitchen and pulls out two glass tumblers with little gold fleur de lis’ and place them on the back counter.

“Not yet, in a bit,” Dane responds patiently.

His shoes are off and he’s approached her from behind in the kitchen. He presses into Jen, pinning her against the back counter. His hips drive his groin into her ass. She stretches her arms out and exhales sensually. He runs his hands up her arms, giving her gentle kisses on the shoulders, ear, the back of her neck.

This is his favourite spot to pin her – neighbours and passers-by can see them through the kitchen window down to the waist, they can’t tell what’s happening out of sight. It’s exhilarating to be teased here, knowing it’s anyone’s guess what’s going on inside. Grinding the bulge in his pants against her ass, he reaches around Jen’s frame and undoes his cufflinks, then rolls his sleeves up. Jen has a front-row view of his exposed forearms, he’s making himself comfortable. He must be feeling amorous, he’s in for a treat tonight.

He wraps his arms around Jen’s slim stomach, still kissing on her neck. What was she planning to do again? It doesn’t matter, her mind is lost in the moment. She leans back, pressing her shoulders into his chest. She closes her eyes and relaxes. Her entire frame fits across his torso.

“How much time do we have before dinner?” he asks.

“That depends on how hungry you are…”

Dane turns Jen’s body towards her bedroom, pivoting her in his arms. When he’s guiding her body, Jen doesn’t have much choice, he has total dominance over her.

“Should we work up an appetite?” he suggests.

“Wait…” she whisper urgently. Jen spins around and faces him. “One thing first. Open your present!”

She pushes Dane backwards into the living room with her hands on his chest. He sees the set table, the little box on his plate. “I was going to wait until after dinner, but I think you should open it now,” she requests.

He shoots her an intrigued look and smiles. She leans over the wooden back of a dining chair. His eyes dart between her hanging tits, the lacy edge of the bra peeking out, and the parcel on the table.

His broad hand picks up the little box and carefully unwraps the paper with slow, dexterous movements. He’s always been better at drawing out the moment, waiting for the build up, refraining from rushing to the end than Jen. He knows how much of a tease this is for her, she’s bubbling over with giggles.

He sets the paper down on the table and flips the box over in his hand. A silicone prostate massager for him. If anything, they are intrepid explorers of the human body, and this opens up a whole new path for them. Dane helped Jen discover her G-spot and expanded her sexual repertoire beyond what she’d ever imagined. This is the only way she can think to repay him.

He looks up at her and a low growl escapes his lips from deep within him. The perfect gentleman who entered her apartment is transforming. A wild spark appears in his eye. He looks like a predator about to pounce on his prey. It’s almost frightening how quickly he changes, but Jen knows him well, she still has a few tricks up her sleeve he doesn’t see coming. He grips the little box and approaches her. She’ll let him lead eventually, but not yet. She latches on to his tie, this time she takes the lead into the bedroom, pulling him behind her by his leash.

Jen’s spacious bedroom has windows on two sides that look out onto a grassy backyard with a firepit and string lights overhead a patio furniture set. She’d pulled the white tulle curtains closed earlier in the day, but left the blackouts open. She wanted to bathe in the evening light with Dane while we keep their privacy. The bed is angled in the corner, so it’s not boxed in by a wall on either side. Jen is so pleased to finally have the airy, flowy, bright bedroom she’d always dreamed of.

She drags Dane in, keeping a firm pull around his neck but careful not to choke him. It’s too early for that. His hazel eyes watch her intently, waiting to see what she’ll do next, for a moment when he can jump in and overtake her. As long as she has the leverage of controlling him by the neck tie, that’s not going to happen. They’re standing at the end of the bed, hovering and letting the tension build up before they’ll inevitably fall in bed together. Jen slides her hands up the silky fabric to the knot and leads his mouth to hers. Her supple lips entrance him with a passionate kiss while she slips the knot loose.

Jen moves her fingers down to unbutton his shirt. She’s halfway down when Dane tosses the toy aside and picks her up. He’s planning on throwing her in the bed, normally she loves being tossed around like his rag doll. But not right now. She grabs the tie again and pulls it uncomfortably tight – his warning to put her back down. He gets the message and sets her on her feet again. Good. Dane taught her the art of patient dominance, now she’s using it on him.

The shirt’s unbuttoned, Jen loves the first glimpse of his muscular ridges and built chest. She slips the tie off over his head and the shirt off his shoulders. She guards the silk loop in her hands, he’s not going to get this back for a while.

“I’m going to count down from 10 before I disable your arms,” she instructs. Dane’s eyes light up and he smirks at her. He gets that this is a game to get him to undress her as fast as he can.

“Jen, you cheeky…”

“10…” she cuts him off. He runs his palms over her figure down her sides, quickly sizing her up and getting out a few urges at once. Then his fingers land on the tie of her dress and pull. The bow unravels, the dress falls open.

“5….” He sweeps his hands under the shoulders and pushes the dress off. Jen limply lets it fall off her arms to the ground.

“3, 2, 1. Time’s up.” He’s grasping at her thong but it’s too late, no time to get it off. He didn’t even get to her bra. Her breasts are almost spilling out of the thin lace, but not quite. Too bad, she was looking forward to freeing her tits. She’ll have to wait until after dinner play time.

Jen grabs Dane by the broad shoulders and runs her hands down his muscular arms, bringing the loop of the tie around both of his hands behind him. He complies with her rules, even though he could physically overpower her. Fair’s fair, and Dane loves her little games, but he still growls a low grr as she ties him up. Jen knows she might pay for this later, but she’s having such fun now. Can’t Dane see this is part of his birthday present? Jen can feel the bulge in his pants press into her bare lower abdomen as she leans against him, working the knot comfortably tight around his wrists.

She moves her fingers around his waist to his belt, working it open. She pries the button and fly open and leaves Dane with a kiss before dropping to her knees in front of him.

First things first, she ties her hair back in a ponytail. She pulls his pants off, he helps her by stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He’s left in his briefs, his juicy package is wrapped up in the soft fabric. Now it’s Jen’s turn to open a present.

She traces the outline of his meaty bulge from over the thin fabric of his undergarment. It’s warm and ready and hard for her. She presses her forehead into his pubic bone and nuzzles her face into his package, inhaling the sweetly sour scent of sweat and sex. She pulls the waistband and lets his length free. Without hesitation, she wraps her dainty fingers around his shaft with one hand, and pulls his briefs off with the other.

Dane’s naked athletic body towers over. He’s been quietly compliant, why would he resist when he knows how seriously she takes his birthday, how seriously she takes his pleasure. She might take a slightly torturous route, but he’s going to get his satisfaction tonight, probably more than once.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she says adoringly.

Jen tightens her grip on Dane’s length and strokes harder. She slides her hand all the way up, gliding her palm over the slick tip, ever so gently rubbing the smooth, sensitive bit. He tenses and lets out a low pitched “Fuckkk,” which sends shivers down her spine. Again and again, she strokes and soothes his raging hard-on in her hands.

A full-length mirror faces the bed from the far wall. Dane smiles as he realizes he can see Jen’s strong, smooth back tense and contract as she works his mast. Her round ass wiggles when she readjusts under him. He looks down at her, her bra barely containing her jiggling tits. He takes a moment to appreciate her tight body, not just for how it looks, but for what it can do to him.

She brings her lips to his hips and kisses across his lower abdomen. The hot air on this tender skin tickles Dane, he falters and restabilizes. Without his arms, his balance is precarious. She knows she’s working him up. He deserves a break, doesn’t he? Jen brings her lips to Dane’s delectable cock and pecks his tip with a teasing, wet, tonguey kiss. His knees tremble from the sensation. Then she draws her head back and stands up, facing Dane. She smiles and gives him a little push and he tips over, landing seated on the end of the bed.

Jen looks down at Dane. He’s so much taller than her that even seated, he’s just below her eye level. She smirks.

“Hmm… the question is, should I let you finish before or after dinner,” she provocatively ponders out loud. She approaches Dane and pushes him to his back, he has no choice but to lay back on top of his bound arms.

Jen kneels at the end of the bed, Dane’s upright cock hovering in front of her face. She smacks her lips, ready for this treat. She licks from the base to the end in a long stroke, lingering at the tip. Her fingertips come to his testicles and expand out along the delicate skin, surrounding them in a feather touch. Her tongue laps up his length all the way around. Finally, she meanders to the top of Dane’s shaft, brings her silky inner lips to the tip, and forms a vacuum around the tip. She sucks the tip while flicking it with her tongue. Her soft lips coax precum out of him, which she slurps up thirstily. She’s hungry in a way only this delicious erection can satisfy.

Controlling his entire body with just the use of her tongue has always been one of Jen’s choice power moves. She’s having so much fun she almost forgot it was all about Dane’s pleasure. He’s twisting and turning above her, but without his arms his reactions are limited. He struggles to no avail, partially because of the tortuous teasing, but partially to give Jen the show she wants. When she’s toyed with him long enough, she plunges her head down, taking his full length down her throat.

“Holy FUCK,” his voice cracks as he reacts. Dane’s chest puffs as he gasps for air on the bed.

She bobs her head up and down vigorously, building a rhythm of motion. Dane writhes under her, moving his hips in sync with her sucks, tenderly fucking her face.

Jen’s fully enthralled, she’s a cock-worshipping slut for him. Her suction is tight, her tongue is working overtime, swirling and slurping his member. His manhood pulses in her mouth, a sign he’s close. She hears a low roar forming from Dane’s deepest, most primal core. She must be on track to make him climax any second.

Jen pulls her lips off his length and looks up. He opens his eyes and looks down at her with a look of desperation on his face. Jen’s lips hover near his tip, but she freezes, letting it dangle there. She could finish him in seconds.

“Do you want it?”

“I want what you want, babe.”

Right answer. She devours the mast in her mouth again, massaging his inner thigh with one hand and firmly gripping the base of his cock with the other. She tightens her suction and feels Dane twitch in her mouth, pulse between her lips. He’s done for. His orgasm hits hard and fast. A stream of hot cream fills her as he moans on the bed. His legs are shaking around her. Jen slows her strokes, focusing on filling her mouth, catching all Dane’s cum. His hips jolt as pleasure overtakes him, Jen loves feeling his powerful body writhe helplessly beneath her. She takes one last, long drag and lets his cock slip out of her mouth and flop over, weak and empty for now.

When she’s sucked him dry, Jen quietly crawls up to meet Dane face to face, straddling him ever so softly, careful not to move too fast. He’s still recovering, breathing heavily and overreacting to every touch on his hypersensitive skin. She’s wet, and her cunt on his smooth core feels so fucking nice, but her time isn’t yet. She pauses for a moment at his torso to slip the tie loose, allowing his hands free again. He wraps them around her waist, gripping her small frame in his large hands.

She flops over next to him in bed and leans in for a kiss. With their mouths open, she spills his cum into his mouth, a pleasant creamy surprise. Half of it dribbles down their faces, a stream flows down Jen’s neck. Dane sloshes it in his mouth and passes it back. He flips on his stomach and crawls over her, this time pinning Jen down as their tongues entangle in a sticky, salty, sour, sweet kiss.

Jen’s swallowed half the load by now, the rest is dribbling down her face. Dane laps it up off her cheek as they tongue each other. The last of the saliva and seed bubbles between their lips, they toy with it as they play with each other. Dane traces the last drip with a string of sucks and kisses, following the stream down her neck, over her collarbone, to the top of her breast where it ends. He pauses there, devouring her ripe breasts, running his fingers over the lacy bra, ready to tear it off. Jen's loving every second of it, but she wants to end things on his pleasure, not hers, before they break for dinner.

"I'm getting hungry now, aren't you?" she asks as she sits up and reaches for her dress. With that, they'll have to restrain themselves a little longer. Good thing his birthday only comes once a year, Jen thinks to herself.