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Deep Within (Donatello's Wet Dream)
Not even a genius can predict his own fate. Head stuck in a lab 95% of the time, the guy has to take a snooze here and there. Don't he?
He was having a conversation with Leonardo after he completed his tasks on his staff.
Apparently, it had been short circuiting lately, causing a few issues during patrols. Leonardo was giving him lectures on making sure their weapons are at the ready each time they go out. Stressing that they cannot fall short in any area, knowing enemies always find a weak spot.
Donnie felt Leo was wasting his breath and energy scolding him on being prepared, meanwhile Mikey and Charlie were raiding the fridge and cabinets. It's not often his weapons or inventions have issues due to him constantly tweaking with them, it was just one of those rare moments.
"Understood. Now if you don't mind, I have other tasks to deal with. I suggest you talk to Charlie and Mikey about their food intake for the day." He pointed at the scandalous couple bolting out of the lair with some food that needed to be back in the fridge. As Leo went after them, it gave Donnie space to tend to his lab errands.
He had been at it tirelessly. Upgrading his drones. Fixing the glitch in his computer mainframe, upping the ante for his staff so Leo can get off his shell. Even added a few tweaks to the microwave he found in the dump after Raph broke the last one. His non-stop work finally caught up to him when he finally sat down and did some searches for a more enhanced generator for back-up.
Kenzi came to mind. Knowing how much she loves upgrading many forms of technology. Her intelligence turned him on. Her abilities were unlike anything he ever imagined. Her species as a hybrid an added bonus. More importantly to him, she gets him on more levels than anyone ever has.
His typing slowed, he yawned,"If only I had a minute....." His eyes got droopy,"Just minute to adore you.......to hear how much you......." He shifted his keyboard to the side, balled his head into his forearms on his desk.
"Love me........." He finished.
💜Penthouse Passion🩷
🐢Bayverse Donatello X Kenzi👩🏾🦱
Whats a turtle to do with himself while his lover is away on a fashion show trip. Take a good guess..
Warning: Fluff, a sense of loneliness, longings, heavy smut, drama, gentle sex, rough sex
Kenzi took a trip to California for a new Victoria Secrets collection, a fashion show, and campaign shoot.
The weekend was filled with flashes, powder, too much make-up, and snarky models walking around like they own the Earth. Only to have their business exposed thanks to a mysterious online cop. It was ridiculous busy and she was happy to finish everything to perfection. She was so tired this weekend, she decided to extend her stay to recuperate.
She treated herself to a luxurious penthouse she had reserved. It was peaceful now that she could rest and let her cheetah tail hang loose. How tempted she was to use her tail to trip up the models. The sun is setting, the only sound in the place was a theme song from one of her favorite TV shows, Living Single. She got bored, used her tail to retrieve her laptop. She logged in and began checking the security systems at the base and the turtle's lair. She smirked as she noticed that Donatello has updated the software recently.
It felt like home as she breathed in the natural Japanese herbs from her latest invention. She recently added eucalyptus and lavender to the device so it can spread throughout the the area she was in. The herbs were a gift from the people from Japan after a mission became a success. It worked well in her favor since she just finished her invention that spreads the herbs in the form of an invisible mist that helps the lungs and soothes the body.
She sat in the living sporting a black silk opened robe, with her bra and thong on. Make off removed. Her hair down. Deep in thought, Donnie came to mind. Missing him tremendously, wanting to so badly to come with her. Envisioning his long arms and tall physique engulfing her body.
Her mind filled with her Donatello, wanting him. Needing him. Craving him. "I never thought I'd be this thirsty over this full of sex appeal turtle. I can't with myself sometimes." Then the lovemaking before she left crossed her mind. "So rough. So hard. So......magnetic!" She cooed, her tail curling at the image. Despite his shy and nerdy nature, Donatello is a dominant beast under the sheets. Her body started getting warm and fuzzy from thinking about him so much. She arched her back, pretending his hands were arching her, she meowed softly.
She grabbed her phone with the intent to contact him, when she got a knock on her door.
Omg yes!
Oh hell yes! Yes yes yes!!!!
Gonna make you squirt!
ᥣꪱᜒ𝖿౿'ડ 𐓣𝗈 𝖿υ𐓣 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈υ𝗀𝗁 ɕᥣ౿ɑ𝗋 ⍵ɑ𝗍౿𝗋
‿̩‿‿̩𓊝‿‿̩‿‿̩‿‿̩𓂁‿‿̩‿
if im correct he already did, so, its not a secret
🐢🐢BayGuys Reaction to Meeting a Mermaid🧜🏾♀️🧜🏿♀️
This came to mind recently and thought it would be cute to try. They are humanoid turtles who haven't seen much to know about mythical creatures. What would their reaction be when meeting a mermaid, then getting an unexpected gift. I came across this idea as I was scrolling around. With this one, don't expect the mermaids with the blonde or red hair, blowing in the wind, using their beauty to draw them in. Nope this is something different. Like Me.
Just so ya know, I ain't watch the new 'Little Mermaid' but it seems adorable. This is interesting enough to make a romance fic🤔🤔
He was wandering around an abandoned aquatic grotto when he found her
At first he thought he needed his eyes checked, then he looked again
"Half female, half fish. Oh my gosh. Are you a mermaid, lady?"
She shyly nods, confirming she is in fact a mermaid
Her unique and majestic beauty luring him in, making him question himself and other potential creatures out there
Her braided hair was so long, it provided good coverage for her breasts
Mikey is over the moon, excited. Thinking the animations did little to know justice because she did not resemble any of the mermaids he watched on TV or seen in comic books
Asking her questions like:
"Did you braid your hair underwater?"
"You're not gonna sing me to my doom, are you?"
"Can you talk to any fish in the sea? Like stingrays or manatees?"
"Are you familiar with The Loch Ness Monster by any chance?"
She confirmed Mikey was no threat, finding just as much amusement in him as he is for her
He noticed her scales start to dry up, offering to help her
She nods, granting him permission to pick her up and take her to the nearest waters
This dude is trippin holding this gorgeous creature in his arms
'Shes so slippery. My very own chocolate mermaid! In my arms! I never had this dream, maybe I'll have it tonight.' His first encounter with a creature as dazzling as him, he is glowing
He makes her laugh, she plays with his bandana tails, they hit it off nicely
He takes her to the pier and releases her gently
She doesn't say a lot, just motions for him to come closer
He kneels down, a little cautious, but sees that she has yet to do him harm
She kisses his lips, slowly
He stands there like the clown he is,'I'm kissin' the girl! A mermaid is kissing me!!!'
Before she disappears, she smiles at him,"Thank You." Then sinks into the water
Mikey stares at the spot the mermaid disappeared, still in awe with what he saw, felt, and kissed!
He leaves the pier making a promise to himself
"I'm never eating anchovies again!"
He'll brag to his brothers, they won't believe him, but Mikey will always have the memory
Donnie went to the underwater research station connected to the sewers via a flood tunnel
Hes alone, collecting data on water toxicity levels
His staff starts beeping with strange readings he can't explain
His motion sensors start going haywire, he assumes it's a glitch
He sees a shadow in the murky waters of one of the tanks, it's pretty fast
"Interesting. Guess some aquatic creature decided to come out and play. Nice to have the company."
Then the creature appears before him, not anything he was expecting as he shined his light at her
She frowned at him upon him jolting back, withdrawing his weapon
"Specimen appears to have a human female body. Her lower half resembles a fish. Maybe a shark. Her skin is brown with faint shimmering patterns near her collarbone. What natural bioluminescence." He rambles on as the curious femme stares at him
When she waves at him, it was confirmation enough to find a place where he can meet her out of the water
When he gets there, he is dumbfounded as he watches her rise from the waters, whipping her braids out of her face, and stared at him again
"I have met many sea turtles but never have I met a turtle such as yourself. What do they call you?"
His jaw won't stop dangling,"Donatello. They call me Donatello."
Her appearance both entices him and fascinates him, locs in a loose bun, necklace made of shark teeth, her tail tucked beneath her
Yet his scientific side still wishes to debunk what his eyes cannot help but see
'Impossible!' His brain screams,'Non-Mammalian sapience. Bipedal Torso. Ichthyoid lower anatomy. The convergent evolution alone-'
Donnie never met anyone who made him feel like such a mystery, yet his entire life revolves around mystery so the 2 have something in common in that aspect
He will study her, ask her questions, shy away from taking samples since they just met
He'll want to see her again, she agrees. Wanting to learn more about him
She gives him a piece of her braid, blows him a kiss, then disappears into the waters
He pulls up his hologram screen, adding a few notes and a reminder
"Come back to the research station to do more studies on this mystical being. I guess we aren't alone after all. I wonder what other creatures live among us."
The kiss she blew him, is more so embedded in his heart than his brain
He'll take anything he can get if it means a break from his brothers for a while
Yet, he was not prepared to meet someone as stunning as her
He was near the docks punching shipping containers when he heard a woman's voice, whimpering
He went to see what the trouble was, finding a woman trapped in a large fishing net on the dock
He sees that shes injured and in need of help
He approaches her cautiously, she shutters away only to be calmed that he means her no harm
As he tears away at the net he notices that she is no ordinary woman
Her locs were entangled in seaweed, her skin a deep, beautiful ebony, she had a pretty scaly body, what said it all was her tail
At first he thought it was a costume, only for her to shriek when he grabbed her lower half a little too rough, feeling that this was no costume
He wasn't scared but wondered'Da shell is a chick like dis doin' ere?Shouldn't she be in the ocean or somethin?'
He put 2 and 2 together, realizing she is a mermaid who got snared in a fish net, coming ashore to get it off easier
She is still a little apprehensive, but he helped her carefully
"So.....Yer a mermaid, huh? Ya not gonna sing me ta sleep, are ya? Ya Ariel's sista or somethin?"
She found his demeanor entertaining,"I have many sisters but none of them named 'Ariel.' And no, That's a siren. They're half human and half bird. Kinda like harpies and just as monstrous! Me. I'm just a mermaid who got caught in the wrong wave. And the wrong net!"
He ain't ever heard of Harpies nor Mermaids, this was a first and he couldn't believe of all nights this had to happen to him
He wrapped her arms with bandages he swiped from Leo's room, insisting she stay topside until she gathered her strength
Letting his brothers know he'll be home late, Again
Her curiosity with him was confusing, with her touching his biceps, asking how strong he is, what species of turtle he happens to be
He thought she was cute, not at all similar to the mermaids he heard stories about, especially her seashell covered bosoms
After a while, he releases her, asking if he can see her again
She pulls off a piece of her scale and gives it to him, her scales were turquoise color and shined as bright as her eyes
"Maybe. Just maybe. Keep this as a way to remember me. Farewell, Red Warrior."
She spits water at his face and swims off
He didn't even dodge, he was so captivated
The experience makes him wonder what else is out there and if they are as friendly
When his brothers question him, he keeps it simple,"I got a little wet at the docks. No big deal!"
He clutches the scale in his pocket, the memory of her smile for him to enjoy alone
He doesn't seem like the type to believe in mythical creatures, him being a mutant turtle who specializes in stealth, strategy, and the ways of the Bushido is enough
So what he encountered one night, made him rethink a lot on his existence and his brothers
Hes running a perimeter check on a flooded subway tunnel beneath the Manhattan when he encounters her
It's dark, quiet, and hes as focused as he always is
He hears humming, immediately retreating into the shadows
He is cautious as he investigates the sound, wondering who would be down here
He rounds the corner to see a woman
Dark braided hair, mocha complexion with a gleam, a scaly lower fish half, a tail that swung leisurely
His hands on his blade but not unsheathed
'This can't be real. I am not seeing what I think I'm seeing!' He paused and thought maybe this is what April was thinking when she took their picture
Hes read many books, but never on ones linked to mermaids because it wasn't his thing
As he pondered, she called out,"Who is there? Are you a friend or foe?" She asked
"That depends on you! What are you doing down here? Nobody should be here."
She giggled at his tone,"Maybe. I needed some time to myself so I came here for solitude."
He knew nothing about mermaids much less what they're capable of, but came out to get a better look
Hes besides himself, he glimpsed at the Little Mermaid but this one was nowhere near the women in that movie
She reassures him that she means no harm, adding that mermaids aren't ones for conflict much less wars
He settles enough to talk to her for a while, asking her where shes from, if shes hurt, or if there are others like her
Shes easier to talk than most women, she too understanding the importance of staying hidden
One thing they have in common, is that not many humans should know about them, otherwise it could be graphic
He has to get back to his brothers, she had to know,"You didn't answer my question."
He looked at her, coming to the conclusion that she wasn't one to want trouble, feeling comfortable around her
'She doesn't have legs so what could she possibly do to the city? This is still new. But she is an attractive women.'
He took her by the hand, noting her glistening skin,"A friend. A friend forever if you let me."
Her gift to him was a hug and a whisper,"I enjoyed talking to you. I'd like to see you again."
He smirks over her shoulder,"I'd like that too."
He leaves, looking back at her sitting in the dim light above her head, waving her tail at him
He'll cherish this experience for a long time, wanting to see her again
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Update...
Okay let me clear something up for yall, because I’ve seen the “parasocial” comments and baby… that’s not what this is 😭
Nobody is upset that Bronco has a life, a relationship, or a significant other. That man is a grown ass man and honestly? I highly support him. Especially knowing he got him a Black queen that’s BEEN solid.
From what was found, they’ve likely been together for a decade or close to it. She knew his mom, been around since the Cali to Florida move, was there while he and lil bro were grinding and figuring life out, and she’s STILL around to this day. I found out that their anniversary is literally 7 days before his birthday 😭 (We don't know how many anniversaries it's been but it's been MANY)
And honestly? That’s beautiful. That’s real life. Just know that man LOVES that lady, OKAAAAY! 🤏🏽
The only reason any of this even surfaced is because lil bro randomly popped up on the algorithm and @uniqueoutlierblog started connecting dots. That’s literally it.
As for me: Bronco is a my creative muse. A character inspiration. An energy I can't pass up. That man inspired some fire writing and probably still will 😭 So yes, I’ll still write for the Big Body G. 🥹 The sky is not falling.
What I WILL NOT do though is post their names, tags, socials, or direct people toward them because that crosses into invasion of privacy and weird behavior.
Please do not go bothering them people. Do not go detective mode. Do not go digging through family pages. Do not make that lady uncomfortable because y’all think that man fine.
Admire respectfully and keep it pushing 🤍 I'm TRULY happy for the B man , and actually loved seeingmore of this side of him though.
So, don't beat me up for informing yall about something @uniqueoutlierblog told me to tell yall. Love yall, Dee/Charmed 🤎
Update...
Okay let me clear something up for yall, because I’ve seen the “parasocial” comments and baby… that’s not what this is 😭
Nobody is upset that Bronco has a life, a relationship, or a significant other. That man is a grown ass man and honestly? I highly support him. Especially knowing he got him a Black queen that’s BEEN solid.
From what was found, they’ve likely been together for a decade or close to it. She knew his mom, been around since the Cali to Florida move, was there while he and lil bro were grinding and figuring life out, and she’s STILL around to this day. I found out that their anniversary is literally 7 days before his birthday 😭 (We don't know how many anniversaries it's been but it's been MANY)
And honestly? That’s beautiful. That’s real life. Just know that man LOVES that lady, OKAAAAY! 🤏🏽
The only reason any of this even surfaced is because lil bro randomly popped up on the algorithm and @uniqueoutlierblog started connecting dots. That’s literally it.
As for me: Bronco is a my creative muse. A character inspiration. An energy I can't pass up. That man inspired some fire writing and probably still will 😭 So yes, I’ll still write for the Big Body G. 🥹 The sky is not falling.
What I WILL NOT do though is post their names, tags, socials, or direct people toward them because that crosses into invasion of privacy and weird behavior.
Please do not go bothering them people. Do not go detective mode. Do not go digging through family pages. Do not make that lady uncomfortable because y’all think that man fine.
Admire respectfully and keep it pushing 🤍 I'm TRULY happy for the B man , and actually loved seeingmore of this side of him though.
So, don't beat me up for informing yall about something @uniqueoutlierblog told me to tell yall. Love yall, Dee/Charmed 🤎
Update...
Okay let me clear something up for yall, because I’ve seen the “parasocial” comments and baby… that’s not what this is 😭
Nobody is upset that Bronco has a life, a relationship, or a significant other. That man is a grown ass man and honestly? I highly support him. Especially knowing he got him a Black queen that’s BEEN solid.
From what was found, they’ve likely been together for a decade or close to it. She knew his mom, been around since the Cali to Florida move, was there while he and lil bro were grinding and figuring life out, and she’s STILL around to this day. I found out that their anniversary is literally 7 days before his birthday 😭 (We don't know how many anniversaries it's been but it's been MANY)
And honestly? That’s beautiful. That’s real life. Just know that man LOVES that lady, OKAAAAY! 🤏🏽
The only reason any of this even surfaced is because lil bro randomly popped up on the algorithm and @uniqueoutlierblog started connecting dots. That’s literally it.
As for me: Bronco is a my creative muse. A character inspiration. An energy I can't pass up. That man inspired some fire writing and probably still will 😭 So yes, I’ll still write for the Big Body G. 🥹 The sky is not falling.
What I WILL NOT do though is post their names, tags, socials, or direct people toward them because that crosses into invasion of privacy and weird behavior.
Please do not go bothering them people. Do not go detective mode. Do not go digging through family pages. Do not make that lady uncomfortable because y’all think that man fine.
Admire respectfully and keep it pushing 🤍 I'm TRULY happy for the B man , and actually loved seeingmore of this side of him though.
So, don't beat me up for informing yall about something @uniqueoutlierblog told me to tell yall. Love yall, Dee/Charmed 🤎
This art is over a year old, but whatever 🫠
Happy Sunday?
Attention to the congregation of the Bronco Nima Defense League: that man allegedly got a GIRLFRIEND 😭 BEEN had one at that... Pack it up sistas , the roster is locked in. A friend did some digging and "Mr.2EZ" got a lady. (He's too fine not too IMO... Do you hear me??) AND from what I seen… that man got him a Black queen too, which I highly support around here BADLY 🤭✊🏽🤎 (I will not post the things that were found because– Of course, it's sorta private...) Respectfully, we support fine men being loved on around here, so let’s keep it cute and not weird lol.
So.. if you see me not post as much or slowing down on these Bronco fics, THAT is why.😅
The Bronco Cinematic Universe might be entering a brief intermission LMFAOOOOOO.
Again— NO weirdness toward him or his girl. We are grown women with WiFi and decorum. 🖤 -------------------------------
@uniqueoutlierblog , Thank you.
When he started talking bout his mommy 🥺🥺🥺
OTM & Shiloh Hill Backstage Segment
WWE NXT - May 19th, 2026
🏷️ : @romanreignsbae @rollinsland @lovelikebuttahbaybee @xnightmarexpunkx @jeysslut ⋆˙⟡
I noticed that a lot of people try to make it seem like Aaron Pierre is this one dimensional person. But I found an old interview where he said that he is both a recluse who also loves community. Perhaps being introverted is his nature, but considering how he was raised in a close knit family… he was nurtured in community.
And he’s a Gemini ♊️ so that makes total sense … because Geminis often have conflicting personality traits.
And so far his pattern has been WORK • REST • and then celebrating with community.
I think that’s why he works so well with Teyana Taylor. She has a very busy lifestyle and couldn’t possibly give him all of her time. But they both come together occasionally to enjoy themselves and celebrate with community. Their time together is always an event. 🖤
Show Me
Author's note: By the time yall read this Bronco's birthday will be over. (May 20th is his day) So, In order of celebrating him here's a lil smutty, fluff oneshot for yall. Happy Birthday to THE El Unico , The Big Body G. Mr. Bronco Nima 🥳
Reader|
The bedroom remained draped in a heavy, tranquil darkness, the floor-to-ceiling curtains barely permitting the first amber streaks of early Florida sunlight to slice through the gloom.
Overhead, the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of the ceiling fan sliced through the humid air, blending seamlessly with the distant, soothing percussion of a sudden tropical downpour tapping relentlessly against the glass balcony doors.
Orlando weather was notoriously dramatic in May, prone to sudden shifts and temperamental storms, but this morning, the atmospheric gloom only served to make the room feel entirely insulated from the rest of the world— heavier, warmer, and deliciously slower.
It was an environment made even more intoxicating by the sight of Edwin, who was sprawled aggressively across the center of the mattress with the unbothered confidence of a man who owned every square inch of the space.
Because, in every way that mattered, he did.
One thick, heavily tatted muscled arm was thrown carelessly over his flat stomach, the intricate patchwork of his tattoos shifting and stretching over his warm, brown skin as his broad chest rose and fell in a slow, unbroken rhythm beneath the heather-gray fitted tank top he’d slept in.
His dark curls were a beautiful, chaotic mess against the stark white of the pillowcases, his jaw shadow was rough and dark with sleep, and his lips were parted just enough to let out the soft, rhythmic sigh of his breathing.
He was a remarkably fine man, built like a fortress, and at this exact moment, he was completely, beautifully knocked out.
A slow smile curved my lips as I began to move, crawling carefully and deliberately between his heavy legs, the silk of my satin bonnet slipping slightly against my forehead as I shifted my weight. My fingers hooked lightly into the elastic waistband of his black compression shorts, the fabric taut against his skin.
The very second I eased them down far enough to free him into the cool air of the room, a soft, involuntary exhale escaped my lips.
“Happy birthday to you, Papi” I whispered into the quiet dark, the words a private, reverent vow.
Still trapped in the heavy undertow of sleep, Edwin let out a low, vibration of a groan that rattled deep in his chest the exact moment the flat of my tongue dragged in a slow, deliberate line underneath him.
“Mmm… fuck…”
The thick muscles of his thighs flexed and hardened automatically under my touch as my hands slid down the outsides of his legs, gently spreading him open wider to grant myself unhindered access. I began to take him in, little by little, pacing myself to keep the rhythm slow, incredibly messy, and wet enough that he started twitching against my tongue almost immediately.
Edwin always woke up incredibly sensitive in the early hours of the morning, his body operating on pure, raw instinct before his brain could even fully process the day. And I knew exactly, precisely how to work him.
His large hand dropped blindly from where it had been resting, searching through the sheets until his blunt fingers tangled themselves securely into the silk of my bonnet, burying deep into the hair at the nape of my neck. His sleepy voice rasped above me, thick and gravelly.
“Baby… what the fuck…”
I merely hummed around him innocently, refusing to break contact, using the vibration against his skin as an answer.
The deep, rumbling groan he surrendered after that was so heavy it nearly made me laugh against him.
“Mm-mm,” he warned weakly, though his fingers tightened their grip in my hair, his head falling back helplessly into the plush pillow. “You startin’ trouble early…”
Trouble? Please. This was a celebration.
I flattened my tongue against him again, applying a firm, seamless pressure and taking him deeper until his abdominal muscles tightened into rigid cords beneath his tank top. His grip on my head tightened now, a heavy, grounding pressure— never forcing, never pushing, but definitely revealing the exact moment he started losing his grip on control.
“Shit… there you go… there you go…” he breathed, his respiration hitching, his voice still thick and coated with sleep. “Good girl…”
The low hiss of praise alone sent a phantom shiver straight down my spine, almost making my own thighs squeeze tightly together where I knelt. I absolutely loved when he got like this— all rough-edged authority, heavy eyelids, and the effortless cadence of sleepy Spanish beginning to slip into his words.
“Así… just like that, mami… fuck…”
My eyes flicked up to meet his.
It was a beautiful mistake.
Because hw was finally, completely awake now. His dark hair was wildly messy, his chest was heaving under the gray cotton, and his dark eyes were hooded, burning with a heavy, concentrated heat as he stared down at me like I was the single prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. That look alone, dripping with possessiveness and raw hunger, nearly took me out right then and there.
His hips rolled upward once, a slow, demanding surge of his weight, and I accommodated him completely, swallowing around him while his jaw clenched so hard the muscle ticked violently under his skin.
“Baby…” he groaned, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m not gon’ last if you keep—fuuuck.”
In response, I locked my lips and sucked harder on purpose, intentionally testing his limits.
The back of his free hand slammed hard against the wooden headboard behind him, a dull thud echoing through the quiet room.
“Jesus Christ.”
The praise turned filthy after that, the filter of sleep entirely burned away by heat.
Every low curse, every breathless groan, and every dirty repetition of “good fucking girl” sent a wave of absolute electricity crawling down my spine while I worked him deeper and deeper, ignoring the ache until his heavy thighs started trembling against the mattress.
And Edwin was big. Big enough that a few involuntary tears were already gathering in the corners of my eyes, a slick sheen of spit coating my lips and chin as I kept the rhythm relentless. But the nastier, wetter, and louder it got, the more he completely lost his mind to it.
“That’s my baby,” he rasped, his hips beginning to twitch in short, uncontrolled jerks. “Look at you swallowin’ this dick first thing in the mornin'…”
I let out a soft, muffled moan around him at the praise, the sound trapped in my throat.
That was the breaking point.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m finna cum—”
His stomach tightened into iron under my palm before he finally let go with a deep, shattering groan of my name. His hips jerked upward in final, desperate movements while I held him tight, swallowing every single intense pulse he gave me, taking every drop just like he liked.
Edwin collapsed back heavily against the mattress, his lungs pumping for air as I slowly, deliberately pulled off him. I raised the back of my hand, wiping at the wet corner of my mouth while a smug, entirely satisfied little smile spread across my face.
The man looked utterly devastated. Absolutely, beautifully gone.
His chest was rising and falling in harsh, ragged gasps beneath his tank top while he stared up at the ceiling, looking at me like I’d personally ruined his entire birthday before the sun had even fully risen.
“Mami…” he rasped after a long, quiet second, his voice practically a growl. “Get up here.”
I laughed softly, the sound light and teasing in the heavy room. “For what?”
“You know damn well for what.” His large hand slid down the length of my thigh, his fingers gripping my skin firmly before executing a hard, unyielding tug to pull me up his body. “I need you sittin’ on this shit. Right now.”
The raw command in his voice almost broke my resolve on the spot. Almost.
Instead, I used his momentum to climb up onto the bed beside him, deliberately shifting away from his center and casually fixing the edges of my satin bonnet. His eyes narrowed instantly, a dangerous glint appearing in them.
“Oh nah,” he muttered, his jaw setting. “Don’t play with me right now.”
I just grinned, leaning over his chest.
“But baby,” I said sweetly, lowering my face until my lips brushed the warm, stubbled corner of his mouth, “I have an entire day planned for you.”
Edwin stared at me for a long, heavy moment, his dark eyes reading every line of my face. Then, very slowly, his large hand slid right back up the inside of my thigh, his palm hot, moving dangerously, agonizingly slow.
“And?” he challenged softly.
I kissed him again, lingering this time, pressing the promise right into his skin.
“And if you behave,” I whispered against his lips, “you just might survive long enough to see all your surprises.”
The mid-morning sun was fully blazing by the time I finally escaped the bedroom, leaving Edwin sleeping off his early birthday present like a man who had been thoroughly run over by a truck. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, ice dripping from a glass of iced coffee, while my best friend’s face filled the screen of my phone.
Bri didn’t even let me say hello. She just took one look at my face, took a sip of her own coffee, and squinted.
“Oh, you already started,” she stated flatly. “Look at you. You’ve got that smug, satisfied glow. What did you do to that poor man before 9:00 AM?”
I couldn’t help the wicked grin that spread across my face as I took a sip of my drink. “Let’s just say he woke up twenty minutes older, and I made sure his birthday started off on the right note. He’s currently incapacitated.”
Bri let out a loud, cackling laugh, clapping her hands together. “Yes! As you should! I knew it! I told you, you were gonna be absolutely menace today. You’ve been planning this for a month, I knew you weren’t gonna let him breathe.”
“I’m not,” I admitted, leaning my hip against the counter, feeling a delicious little thrill run through me. “I told him he has to behave if he wants to see the rest of his surprises, but honestly? The itinerary I have set up for him is just cruel. I’m taking him to that private steakhouse he loves, then we have a VIP cabana booked, but the real gift is what’s waiting for him when we get back here tonight.”
Bri leaned closer to the camera, her eyes wide with messy, supportive curiosity. “Okay, give me the details. What is the vibe? Because I know you. You didn’t just buy a regular little lingerie set and call it a day.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” I laughed, shaking my head. “You know how Edwin gets when he thinks he’s in control, but he’s been working so hard lately, I wanted to completely take the reins. I bought this sheer, blood-red mesh set—practically invisible—and I’m going to make him sit there and watch me until he’s begging. I’m going to be so mean to him, Bri. Unapologetically nasty. I’m pushing every single one of his buttons tonight.”
Bri pointed a finger at the screen, hyping me up with pure, unadulterated energy. “See?! That is what I’m talking about! Work that man! He is obsessed with you anyway, so you doing all that? He’s gonna lose his entire mind. You’re a terrible influence and I love it.”
She paused, a knowing, incredibly mischievous smirk growing on her face as she shook her head.
“But let’s be so real for a second,” Bri continued, her tone dropping into that hilariously predictive zone that only a best friend could manage. “You can play the dominant, teasing game all day long, girl. You can make him wait, you can wear the invisible outfits, you can talk all that trash…”
“But?” I prompted, laughing.
“But we both know how he is,” Bri laughed, leaning back in her chair. “By the end of the night, when he finally snaps? All that control you think you have is going out the window. He’s going to completely take over. Honestly, knowing him and knowing how you look at him, by midnight he’s probably gonna have that leather restraint strap wrapped around your neck, pinning you to the mattress, and absolutely fucking you senseless.”
A sudden, intense rush of heat crawled straight up my neck at her words, my cheeks flushing hot. I bit my lip, trying and failing to look innocent, but the mental image alone made my stomach do a wicked little flip.
“Shut up,” I muttered, though I couldn't stop the laugh from escaping.
“Am I lying though?” Bri teased loudly, completely satisfied with my reaction. “Am I lying?! You love it when he gets possessive like that. You’re gonna push him right to the edge, and he is going to handle you. Period. So enjoy your little power trip during dinner, sweetie, because tonight? You’re getting wrecked.”
“I hate you,” I grinned, looking down at my coffee to hide how accurate she actually was.
“You love me. Now go get ready to ruin that man's life. Happy birthday to Big Ed!”
The transition from the sweltering, rain-kissed balcony of the morning to the refined, dimly lit ambiance of the steakhouse had been seamless. Edwin had cleaned up beautifully, looking devastatingly handsome in a crisp, classic Polo Ralph Lauren button-down that hugged his broad shoulders and chest perfectly, the sleeves rolled up just enough to showcase his tattooed forearm.
Across the candlelit table, his eyes had held a constant, simmering heat every time I deliberately let my foot brush against his ankle, or when I took a slow, deliberate sip of my wine while holding his gaze. He’d eaten his steak like a king, but the way he kept looking at my mouth made it clear what he was actually hungry for.
Afterward, the VIP cabana at the exclusive lounge had been pure luxury. Sheltered from the humid Orlando breeze by heavy linen drapes, Edwin had loosened a few buttons of his shirt, leaning back against the plush cushions with a premium tequila on the rocks in hand. I had spent the entire two hours tormenting him— whispering filthy promises into his ear whenever the bass dropped, letting my fingers trace the hem of his shorts, and pulling away with an innocent blink the second he tried to pull me into his lap.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, ma,” he had growled against my neck, his grip tightening on my hip hard enough to leave a bruise. “Just wait until I get you home.”
By the time the Uber finally pulled into our driveway, the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. The house was blissfully quiet when the front door clicked shut behind us, luckily, Jonathan had text-confirmed he was staying over at a friend’s house for the next few hours, leaving the entire place ours.
The second the lock turned, the heavy atmosphere shifted. Edwin exhaled a deep, rough sigh, immediately tossing his wallet and keys onto the entryway table. He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, pulling it off his shoulders and tossing it over the back of the sofa before sinking heavily into the cushions. He leaned his head back against the leather, his chest expanding as he closed his eyes for a brief second, looking like a man who had exercised an ungodly amount of restraint all day and was finally letting his guard down.
This was my chance.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I murmured, offering him a wicked, lingering smile as I backed away toward the hallway.
Edwin’s eyes cracked open, hooded and dark, tracking my movement. “Where you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I have one last surprise for the birthday boy.”
Inside the bedroom, my heart was hammering against my ribs with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and adrenaline. I quickly stripped out of my dinner dress, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the small, satin box hidden in the back of my closet.
But before I opened it, my hands moved to the top shelf, reaching further back to pull out a second, smaller velvet box.
The lingerie was for us— for the heat, the fun, and the wicked game we’d been playing all day. But this second box contained his real birthday gift. It was a heavy, solid gold rope chain, and hanging from it was a custom, diamond-encrusted picture pendant.
I had spent months tracking down the perfect photo, eventually finding a candid, sunlit picture of Edwin as a teenager, his arm wrapped tightly around his little brother’s shoulders while their late mother stood between them, laughing radiantly at the camera. It was the last good photo they had all taken together before she passed, and I knew how much he missed her, especially on milestones like today.
Holding both boxes, I took a deep, centering breath, letting the contrast of the two moments settle over me.
First, the fun.
I shook out my curls, touched up my lip gloss, and slipped into the little number Bri and I had talked about. It was even more lethal under the dim bedroom lighting. The sheer, blood-red mesh set was completely seamless, practically invisible against my skin, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The vibrant red contrasted sharply against my complexion, the delicate underwire lifting my breasts while the high-cut thong accentuated every single curve of my hips.
Clutching the small velvet jewelry box tightly in my hand, I walked back out into the living room, my bare feet making no sound against the hardwood floors.
Edwin was leaning back, one arm propped on the top of the couch, but the absolute second I stepped into his line of sight, his entire body went rigid. His jaw literally dropped slightly before slamming shut, the muscle ticking violently as his gaze locked onto me. His eyes raked down my body, from the sheer red fabric straining against my chest, down the curve of my waist, to the exposed skin of my thighs.
The atmosphere in the room completely evaporated.
He didn’t say a word for three long seconds. He just stared, his pupils dilating until his eyes looked almost entirely black. The lazy, content birthday boy from two minutes ago vanished, replaced instantly by a predator looking at exactly what he wanted to consume.
He knew exactly what time it was.
“Oh,” Edwin rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a deep, dangerous register that sent a violent thrill straight to my core. He slowly sat up, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked me up and down, a dark, completely unhinged smirk finally breaking across his face. “Oh, so this is what we’re doing? You really think you’re big bad wolf tonight, huh?”
I held his gaze, deliberately arching my back as I took a slow step closer to the couch, running a hand down my own hip. “I told you to behave today, Edwin. And since you were such a good boy… I thought I’d let you look at your present.”
Edwin let out a low, breathy laugh that sounded almost like a warning. He didn’t reach for me yet—he just sat there, his broad,chest heaving as he took me in, the raw hunger rolling off him in waves.
“Come here,” he commanded softly, the growl in his voice sending a wave of heat straight between my thighs. “Come here right now, mami.”
Instead of climbing onto his lap like he expected, I stepped into the space between his knees, standing tall. I held out the small velvet box, resting it against his chest.
Before you get your hands on this,” I whispered, my voice softening as the playful mischief in my eyes melted into something incredibly tender, “I have the real gift. The one that actually matters.”
I brought my hand out from behind my back, resting the small velvet box in my palm and offering it to him.
His eyes flicked from my face down to the box. The heavy, lustful fog in his gaze shifted into confusion, his brows drawing together as he slowly reached out and took it. “What’s this? Baby, you already did too much today—”
“Just open it,” I murmured softly, stepping just half an inch closer so my thigh brushed against his knee.
He popped the latch. The lid flipped back, and the soft amber light of the living room caught the gleaming gold of the chain. But as Edwin looked closer, tracing the engraving of the pendant, his entire posture froze.
The room went entirely still.
He stared at the photo of his mom, flanked by him and his little brother. His thumb, thick and calloused, trembled just a fraction as it lightly brushed over the smooth crystal face of the medallion. The tough, unbothered exterior he wore like armor completely softened. His chest expanded in a deep, shaky breath, his jaw clenching not from anger or desire this time, but from pure, raw emotion.
“Babe…” he breathed, his voice cracking, thick with a sudden weight. He looked up at me, his eyes slightly glassy, reflecting a depth of gratitude that words couldn't even touch. “Where did you… how did you even get this photo? It was ruined in the old album.”
“I had it digitally restored,” I whispered, reaching out to gently cup his jaw, my thumb smoothing over his small patch of hair on his chin. “I know how much you wish she was here today. Now you can carry her with you everywhere you go. Happy birthday, Edwin.”
Edwin didn't say anything for a long moment. He just pulled the chain out of the box, his hands surprisingly steady for how heavily his chest was heaving. He slipped it over his head, letting the heavy gold pendant rest right over his heart, right against his bare skin.
Then, he hooked his arm around my waist and yanked me forward so fast my breath caught.
He buried his face straight into my stomach, his broad shoulders trembling just a fraction as he exhaled a long, shaky breath against my bare skin. The sheer red mesh did nothing to block the intense heat of his face, or the dampness of the single, heavy tear that escaped his lashes before he could stop it. His large hands locked around the small of my back, fingers digging into my hips with a desperate, grounding grip, holding me against him like I was the only solid thing left in the room.
“Thank you,” he mumbled against my skin, his voice muffled, rough, and full of a deep, reverence that made my heart ache with love for him. “Goddamn, I love you so much.”
I didn't move. I just stood there between his knees, my heart aching with a profound, consuming love for him as I brought my hands up to his head. I tangled my fingers into his thick, messy curls, gently massaging his scalp while he collected himself, letting him just breathe me in. "I love you more, baby." I whispered, leaning down slightly to press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of his head, my fingers smoothing down the wild texture of his curls. “Happy birthday, baby.”
He let out one last, deep sigh, the tension finally draining from his massive shoulders before he slowly pulled his face away from my stomach.
When he looked up at me, the raw vulnerability in his eyes was still there, but it was rapidly being overtaken by a dark, simmering heat as his gaze finally registered what I was wearing. His eyes tracked the vibrant, blood-red mesh stretched tight across my skin, tracing the high-cut lines that exposed the entire length of my thighs and the curve of my waist.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, the emotional gravity of the last few minutes twisting into a heavy, intoxicating tension.
Edwin’s jaw clenched, the muscle ticking violently beneath his stubble. He looked down at the gold pendant resting against his bare chest, then looked back up into my eyes, a slow, wicked, and completely unhinged grin spreading across his handsome face. The soft, grateful birthday boy from a moment ago vanished, replaced entirely by the dominant man who knew exactly how to take what he wanted.
“Alright,” Edwin growled, his voice dropping an octave into that deep, gravelly register that made my stomach instantly do a violent flip. His hands slid down from my waist, his large, calloused palms gripping the flesh of my ass firmly before he lifted me off my feet effortlessly, pulling me right onto his lap so I was straddling him.
I let out a soft gasp, my hands automatically flying to his broad shoulders for balance as the heavy gold chain pressed right into the space between us.
“You just gave me the most beautiful, meaningful gift I’ve ever gotten in my life,” he whispered, his dark eyes hooded and burning as he leaned in, his hot, demanding breath brushing against my lips. His hands tore hungrily at the high-cut sides of the red mesh, pulling me impossibly closer until there wasn't a single inch of space left between our bodies.
He gripped the back of my neck, his thumb tilting my chin up as his eyes locked onto mine with a terrifyingly possessive look. Bri’s warning from earlier flashed through my mind like a jolt of electricity; "by the end of the night, he’s gonna have that restraint strap around your neck and fucking you senseless"
Looking at the sheer hunger in Edwin's face right now, I knew she wasn't just right, she had understated it.
“Now,” Edwin rasped, his lips brushing mine in a bruising, promise of a kiss, “I’m gonna show you exactly what I do to the girl who takes care of me like this. Go lock check the front door, mami. Then come to bed 'Cause you are not leaving it for the rest of the night.”
The bedroom door hadn’t even clicked completely shut before Edwin’s hands were on me again, his large palms locking onto my waist and lifting me straight up against the wood. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, my fingers tangling deep into his braids as his mouth slammed down on mine with a feral, starved intensity.
There was no pacing ourselves anymore. The slow, teasing torment of the steakhouse and the VIP cabana had completely burned away, leaving nothing but pure, hunger.
His tongue invaded my mouth deeply, tasting like the rich red wine from earlier, while his hands roamed aggressively over my body. His palms slid up from my thighs, over the smooth curve of my hips, and up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly through the sheer red mesh until a breathless moan caught in my throat.
I tore my mouth away from his lips.
“Papi,” I whispered against his skin, feeling the heavy gold pendant of his new chain pressing into my collarbone as I slid down his body, my bare feet finally touching the hardwood floor.
He groaned at the loss of contact, his hooded eyes opening to watch me as I backed away toward the bed. I didn’t sit down. Instead, I reached underneath the pillow, my fingers wrapping around the thick, black leather restraint straps I had hidden there earlier.
When I pulled them out into the dim light of the bedroom, Edwin’s gaze tracked the leather, a dark, knowing smirk instantly spreading across his face. He cracked his knuckles, stepping toward the bed with the predatory confidence of a man who thought he knew exactly what was about to happen. He thought about what Bri had predicted. He thought he was about to pin me down.
“Oh, so we’re getting nasty early?” Edwin murmured, his voice dripping with possessive authority as he reached out a hand to grab my waist. “Turn around, mami. Let me lock you into those.”
I stepped just out of his reach, a wicked, defiant grin spreading across my face as I held the heavy leather straps up between us.
“Oh, no, baby,” I whispered sweetly, my eyes dropping to the bed and then back up to his face. “These aren't for me. They’re for you.”
He froze, his hand halting mid-air as his dark eyes locked onto the black leather straps dangling from my fingers. For a split second, his brain tried to process the shift in power, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath his Polo button-down, which was now hanging completely open.
A low, laugh rumbled deep in his throat. It was the sound of a man who wasn't used to surrendering control to anyone, let alone in his own bed.
“For me?” he rasped, his eyes narrowing as a slow, wicked smirk crept onto his lips. He took a heavy step toward me, towering over my small frame in the dim light. "You think you can handle me if I let you do that, mami?”
“Sit down and find out,” I challenged, my voice a soft, velvet purr as I backed up onto the mattress, holding his gaze.
With a dark, wicked smirk that promised absolute ruin later, Edwin slowly backed up and sat on the edge of the mattress. He leaned back against the headboard, his massive frame taking up almost the entire bed, and spread his arms out wide against the heavy wooden posts. “Do it then. But remember you asked for this.”
My heart was hammering against my ribs as I climbed onto the mattress, straddling his thick thighs as I went to work. I took the heavy leather cuffs, wrapping them securely around his thick, wrists and buckling them tightly to the sturdy bedposts.
Every time the metal buckles clicked, Edwin’s eyes darkened, his gaze tracking my every movement with a terrifyingly concentrated hunger. When both arms were pinned, he tested the restraints, his biceps flexing into hard, iron knots under his brown skin as the leather strained against his weight. He couldn't move an inch.
He was completely at my mercy.
“Alright, big boy,” I whispered, a slow, wicked smile spreading across my face. “Now you’re exactly where I want you.”
I didn't waste another second. I leaned down, pressing my body flush against his chest, the sheer red mesh of my outfit friction-rubbing against his bare skin. I captured his lips in a bruising, deep kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth to taste him completely. Edwin groaned into the kiss, his head thrashing against the pillow as he tried to lift his hands to grab my hair, only for the leather straps to yank him back with a heavy thud.
The sound of his confinement only made me bolder. I pulled away from his mouth, leaving his lips wet and swollen, and dragged my lips down his jawline to his neck. I found that sensitive spot right beneath his ear and sucked hard, pulling his skin between my teeth until a sharp, guttural growl broke from his throat.
“Ah… coño, mami… fuck,” he rasped, his voice raw, slipping completely into thick, heavy Spanish as his head fell back into the pillows.
Every time he cursed, I moved lower. I dragged my tongue down his throat, swirling around the heavy gold pendant resting over his heart, before sliding down to his broad chest. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving violently beneath me as I flicked my tongue over his hard nipples, listening to the desperate, breathless sounds escaping him.
But I wasn’t done teasing him yet. Not even close.
I slowly shifted my weight, sliding down his body until I was kneeling between his heavy thighs. Edwin’s eyes snapped open, hooded and dark with a dangerous mix of frustration and pure, unadulterated lust. My fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of his Tommy Hilfiger briefs, and with one slow, deliberate tug, I stripped them down his thick, muscular legs, tossing them off the edge of the bed.
He sprang free, fully erect, thick, and twitching with an intense, desperate need. A heavy drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip under the dim bedroom light.
"Mami… please,” he growled, the leather restraints creaking loudly as he instinctively tried to lift his hips toward me. “Don’t play with me right now.”
Instead of answering, I offered him a lingering smile and leaned down, wrapping my lips tightly around his length.
Edwin let out a shattered, guttural roar that echoed off the walls. His head slammed back into the pillow, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles violently ticked under his stubble.
I got straight to work, keeping the pace agonizingly slow but incredibly wet, my tongue swirling around the head before I took him deeper, swallowing him down until tears gathered in the corners of my eyes.
"Sssshiit,” he groaned, his voice cracking. His heavy thighs flexed and trembled against the mattress beneath my hands. His hips started jerking in short, uncontrolled movements, trying to force himself deeper into my throat, but the leather straps yanked his wrists back with a heavy thud, keeping him entirely trapped.
The sound of his restraint only made me nastier. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue underneath him just the way he liked, using my hand to stroke the base of his shaft in perfect rhythm. His stomach tightened into rigid iron cords.
“Fuck—mami, wait, stop—I’m finna cum, I swear—” he choked out, his chest heaving as he reached his absolute limit.
Right before he could let go, I pulled off him with a loud, wet pop.
Edwin let out a desperate, breathless whine of protest, his eyes snapping open, completely bloodshot and desperate. “Mami, no, what the fuck—come back here.”
“I told you, baby,” I whispered, wiping the corner of my mouth with a smug, satisfied smirk. “You have to behave, baby.”
Before he could even process the loss, I moved back up his body, straddling his thighs. The sheer red high-cut thong was already soaked through from my own arousal, dripping and completely slick. I positioned my center directly over his throbbing length, holding his gaze as pushed my thong to the side and I slowly, deliberately lowered myself all the way down.
The moment he slid inside me, filling me completely, we both let out a synchronized, shattered gasp. The heat was blinding. I stayed perfectly still for a second, my inner muscles clenching tightly around his thickness, stretching to accommodate him. Edwin’s eyes rolled back into his head, a long, deep, trembling groan rattling his entire chest.
Without giving him time to adjust, I began to ride him, rolling my hips in a fast, demanding rhythm. The friction against the sheer red mesh was intoxicating. Every time I sank all the way down, the heavy gold pendant on his chest hit against my stomach.
His hips rolling upward instinctively, trying to meet my pace. But without his hands for leverage, he couldn't get the depth he wanted. He was entirely at my mercy, and the sheer frustration of it was driving him insane.
I quickened the pace, driving myself down on him harder and faster, my own pleasure coiling tightly deep inside me. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies filling the room pushed me right over the edge. My vision blurred, and with a breathless cry of his name, a violent, crashing orgasm ripped through my entire body, my internal muscles clamping down around him in tight, rhythmic spasms.
The intense, crushing tightness of my climax almost did him in. Edwin let out a loud, guttural roar, his entire body going completely rigid as he tried to throw his hips upward to release his own weight inside me.
But I didn't let him.
The moment my walls stopped pulsing, I carefully slid off him, leaving him completely exposed, fully erect, and desperately hovering right on the edge of a climax.
“Nah, nah, nah,” Edwin growled, his voice a raw, dangerous register that sent a shiver straight down my spine. The leather restraints strained violently as he pulled against them with terrifying strength, his biceps bulging into hard knots. “Don’t do that. Put it back on me, hermosa. Put it back right fucking now.”
I sat back on my heels just out of his reach, adjusting my messy curls, looking down at him with an innocent blink. “But baby, I’m tired. My legs hurt.”
“Mami, I’m begging you, don’t play with me,” he rasped, sweat building on his chest, his jaw locked as he fought his own body. He couldn't even move without feeling like he was going to come. He was completely edged, helpless, and losing his mind. “Por favor, mami… untie my hands. I need to get my hands on you. Please.”
Hearing him beg, his deep voice completely cracked and desperate for my touch, sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core. I leaned over him slowly, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his wet, swollen mouth.
“Since it’s your birthday,” I whispered against his lips, my fingers finally reaching for the buckles of the restraints. “Let’s see what you’re gonna do about it.”
The heavy metal buckles clicked open, and the absolute second the leather straps fell away from his wrists, the atmosphere in the room shattered. There was no hesitation, no slow recovery. Edwin didn’t just move—he exploded off the mattress like a predator freed from a cage.
Before I could even draw a breath to tease him, his massive, sweat-slicked hands locked around my waist with an iron grip that left no room for argument. With one seamless, terrifyingly powerful surge of his strength, he flipped me onto my stomach, dragging my body across the sheets until I was positioned right at the edge of the mattress, directly facing the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror bolted to the opposite wall.
“You think you so funny, huh?” Edwin growled, his voice a dark, ruined rasp against the shell of my ear as he dropped his heavy weight over my back, pinning me flat for a split second. His chest was heaving against my bare skin, his heart hammering like a war drum. “You like playing with me? You like makin' me beg?”
I let out a breathless, weak laugh into the pillow, my thighs already trembling from the aftershocks of my first orgasm. “Edwin, wait—”
“Nah, I'm done waiting.”
He sat back on his knees, his hands moving with an aggressive, practiced speed. He grabbed the very same black leather restraint strap I had used to trap him, but he didn't loop it around my wrists. Instead, he slid the smooth leather beneath my chin, wrapping it carefully but firmly around the column of my throat.
My breath hitched instantly, a violent, hot rush of adrenaline flooding my entire system. He knew exactly what I liked. He knew the terrifying, intoxicating thrill of having my breath stolen, and right now, the anger and lust rolling off him meant he wasn't holding back a single ounce of his dominance.
He gathered both ends of the leather strap in one massive fist right at the nape of my neck, using it like a leash to yank my head back. My back arched automatically, my chest lifting off the mattress as my eyes flew open, locking instantly onto our reflection in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” Edwin commanded, his face dark, unhinged, and dripping with sweat as he stared at our reflection over my shoulder. He gave the strap a firm, testing pull, restricting my airway just enough to make my vision haze at the edges, sending a sharp, desperate ache straight between my thighs. “Look at what I’m about to do to you.”
With his other hand, he gripped my hip, his thick fingers digging into my skin as he brutally forced my body up onto all fours. Doggy style. The sheer red mesh of my outfit was completely ruined, torn to the side, exposing the slick, dripping center he had been dreaming about all day.
He didn't ease into me. He didn't give me time to adjust.
Edwin lined himself up and drove his entire, massive length inside me in one heavy, unforgiving thrust.
A choked, muffled scream caught right in my throat, completely trapped by the leather strap around my neck. The depth was blinding, hitting a spot so deep inside me that my lower abdomen cramped with pure pleasure. In the mirror, I watched my own eyes go wide, a tear of sheer intensity slipping down my cheek as his jaw clenched so hard the muscle looked ready to snap.
The mirror didn't lie. It showed every single bit of the beautiful, chaotic ruin he was making of me. With my hands planted firmly into the mattress for balance, I watched my reflection as Edwin took complete control, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line while he pulled back slightly and drove right back into me, a heavy, wet slap echoing through the room.
The sound of our bodies colliding was deafening in the quiet space, but Edwin wasn't anywhere near done. His massive palm came back and slammed hard against the cheek of my ass, a sharp, stinging crack that sent a jolt of pure, electric heat directly to my core. I let out a choked gasp, my lower back arching even deeper into his space. The sheer sensory overload— the tight restriction around my throat, the visual of his large hands bruising my hips in the mirror, and the way he was fucking me— shattered whatever filter I had left. The good girl from the morning was completely gone.
I lost my mind.
“Ed—fuck, Ed-Edwin, hard… harder, baby” I whimpered, the words muffled and strained against the leather pressing into my airway. I stared at his dark, unhinged eyes in the mirror, my own gaze wild and completely glassy. “Mmm, don't pull out, papi. Nut inside me. Fill me up.”
Edwin’s entire body went completely rigid for a split second at my words. His eyes went pitch black, the pupils dilating until the iris completely disappeared. The reckless shit pouring from my mouth burned away the last tiny shred of restraint he was holding onto.
¿Qué tú dijiste, preciosa?” he roared, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly dominant, gravelly register. He yanked the restraint strap even tighter, stealing my breath completely as he began to absolutely destroy my center. “You want this birthday nut, mami? Say it again. Tell me.”
"Cum. In. Me.!" I cried out, in between thrusts. My head thrashing as much as the leather would allow, the pleasure building into a sudden, violent, tidal wave deep in my abdomen.
He didn't give me another second to speak. He slammed his hips into mine with a brutal, lightning-fast pace that completely blurred the reflection in the mirror. I was entirely helpless, my internal walls suddenly contracting in violent, tight, rhythmic spasms as a crushing second orgasm ripped through my entire body, clamping down around his thickness like a vice.
The intense, localized squeezing of my climax sent Edwin straight over the edge of sanity. He let out a loud, animalistic roar that rattled the walls of the bedroom, his massive fingers locking into the leather strap around my neck as he drove his hips forward in one final, deepest-possible thrust, pinning me completely against his weight.
His entire body turned to absolute iron. He stayed buried all the way inside me, his jaw locked so hard a vein throbbed violently in his temple as he let go. I felt the exact, scorching-hot moment he completely surrendered, his hips jerking in heavy, deep, desperate pulses as he filled me to the absolute brim, dumping everything he had deep inside me just like I’d begged him to.
For a long, heavy minute, the only sound in the room was our ragged, desperate breathing. The strap around my throat finally fell completely slack, and I collapsed instantly forward onto my face, my cheek pressed against the damp sheets as I sobbed out a long, shaky breath of fresh oxygen.
Edwin fell heavily over my back, utterly spent, his sweat-slicked chest rising and falling violently against my spine. He buried his face into the damp curls at the nape of my neck, his arms wrapping entirely around my waist to hold me tight against him, completely unmoving.
The heavy, suffocating silence of the bedroom was broken only by the ragged, desperate sound of our lungs trying to recover. For a long time, neither of us moved. The raw, electric heat of the room slowly began to cool, leaving behind a heavy, profound stillness that felt almost sacred.
He remained draped over my back, his massive frame completely limp, his weight a comforting, grounding presence against my spine. Slowly, the tight, iron grip of his arms around my waist softened. His large hands slid down, his palms resting flat against the mattress on either side of my head, supporting himself as he carefully eased his weight off me so I could breathe.
He didn't pull away completely, though. He shifted onto his side, his long, heavily muscled legs tangling with mine, and with a gentle, almost trembling touch, his fingers hooked beneath my armpits to roll me over to face him.
The transition from the wild, unhinged predator of a few moments ago to the man looking at me now was jarring.
The dark, dangerous glint in Edwin’s eyes was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, naked vulnerability that made my chest ache instantly. His jaw was no longer set in a hard line, it was slightly slack, his lips parted as he stared down at me. The gold rope chain I had given him was tangled slightly across his broad, sweat-slicked chest, the diamond-encrusted pendant resting lopsided right above his heart.
He didn't say a word at first. He just reached up, his blunt, calloused fingers trembling noticeably as he unbuckled the leather restraint strap from around my neck. The heavy collar fell away, leaving a stark, dark red band against my skin. The moment it was off, Edwin’s thumb brushed over the bruised mark, his touch so incredibly light, so impossibly tender, it felt like a silent apology.
And then, his chest hitched.
It was a sharp, broken sound that caught completely in his throat. I watched as a sudden, heavy glaze of tears rushed into his eyes, making them shine brilliantly in the dim, shadowed light of the bedroom.
“Ed–?” I whispered, my voice cracked and breathless as I reached up, my hand instinctively cupping the rough, stubbled line of his jaw. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
He didn't answer. Instead, his forehead dropped forward, resting heavily against my collarbone, right beside the mark he had just left. His shoulders began to shake— not with the adrenaline of our passion, but with a deep, silent, and overwhelming wave of emotion that had clearly been building inside him all day long.
A single, hot tear spilled over his lashes, burning a trail down his cheek before soaking straight into my bare skin.
“I missed her so much today,” he choked out, his voice completely broken, reduced to a raw, ragged whisper that shattered my heart into a million pieces. He squeezed his eyes shut, his hand blindly reaching up to grip the custom gold pendant pressed between our bodies, his knuckles turning white. “Every single year on my birthday, man… it’s like this heavy ass weight sits on my chest. I wake up, and the first thing I realize is that she’s not gonna call me. She’s not gonna text me. She’s just… gone.”
Another sob escaped him, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated grief that he had kept locked behind his tough exterior for years.
“I spent the whole damn day trying to just look man, trying to be strong for my little brother, trying to enjoy the steakhouse and the lounge… but I was drowning, mami,” he confessed, his fingers transferring from the chain to the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping me with a desperate, terrifying intensity. “And then I walk into the living room, and you give me this. You give me her. You made sure she was still here with me.”
He pulled his head back just enough to look into my eyes, his face entirely wet, his nose red, his expression completely stripped of the pride he usually carried. He looked like a little boy who just wanted his mom, and yet, he was looking at me like I was the person who had saved his entire life.
“You see me,” Edwin whispered, a thick tear tracking into his beard as his thumb stroked my cheek. “Everybody else just sees this big, tough guy who handles everything. Nobody checks on me. Nobody knows how fucking hollow I feel sometimes. But you… you look right through all that shit, mama. You took care of my heart before you even let me touch your body tonight.”
The sheer, profound depth of his love and his pain was so heavy it brought hot tears rushing to my own eyes, blurring my vision. I slid my arms securely around his neck, pulling his massive frame down until he was buried entirely in my embrace, his face hidden in the crook of my neck.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured into his dark curls, my own voice breaking as I held him as tightly as I physically could. I smoothed my hands over his trembling shoulders, kissing the side of his head over and over again. “I’ve got you. You don’t have to be strong with me. You can just be Edwin. I’m never going anywhere.”
Edwin let out a long, shuddering breath, his large arms wrapping completely around my waist, pulling me so close against him that our heartbeats seemed to sync up in the quiet room.
He held onto me like a drowning man holding onto a lifeline, his face pressed into my skin as he let the final remnants of his grief wash over him, safe in the knowledge that he was completely held, completely loved, and no longer carrying the weight of the world entirely on his own.
The birthday boy had gotten his release— not just the physical, unhinged pleasure we had shared, but the beautiful, healing surrender of knowing he was finally safe to rest.
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