Live Without Regrets Pt 12

Hayden groaned and writhed, trying to fight off the next orgasm. Ten minutes ago, this had been bliss, but when he turned the hitachi from low to high, her brain had overloaded. Her only hope was that this little torture would stop being fun for him before she lost bladder control.

Not that he'd notice. She had squirted enough to coat her thighs and tummy in a wet sheen of come and lust. That had been in the first half hour. She didn't mind being messy for him, but there was something so fucking visceral seeing him wipe up her squirt with his fingertips and rub it into the hamburgers he was grilling. She watched as he used her fluid on a plate of fries that he'd cut himself. Adding some of her saline to the pepper he'd already sprinkled on. Her release was just another ingredient for his little cookout. If she'd been able to form a coherent thought, she'd have been impressed.

After the next orgasm, she tried to focus on something to keep her mind centered. She tried to figure out the way that he'd tied her to the table on the back patio. She could feel that when her right wrist moved, her left ankle was pulled. There was some kind of loop though because the same motion made the rope on her right ankle seem tighter. Moving her left wrist caused her feet to draw up, but she stopped doing that because it pulled the hitachi tighter around her thigh and made the orgasms hit harder and faster. Rather than challenging his knotwork, she stared up at the umbrella he'd put out to shade her from the sun. He was always thinking of what she needed... even when he was torturing her.

And torture this was. It had been an hour of nonstop stimulation from this hitachi and if she let herself succumb, she was honestly worried she'd turn into some kind of sexual zombie. He was so smart and she felt so dumb. There was a slight panic as she moaned into the midday air.

"P...puh.... Please!" she managed to get out, "Ju... just... low... setting... FUCK!"

He smiled and sat back, eating one of those basted burgers right in front of her. He smiled and put his finger on the switch. She groaned as the movement pressed the bulb of the hitachi harder against her clitoris.

"Bastard!" she said, snarling at him with love in her eyes. He kissed her cheek and flipped the switch to low. She bit her lip and nodded, feeling the vibrations in her core go back to a manageable level.

He tore off a piece of the cheeseburger he was eating and put it in her open mouth. She dutifully chewed and swallowed. There was a hint of tang that could only have come from her pussy.

"It's good," she said, smiling up at him.

"Everything tastes better when you make it yourself," he said, laughing a bit. She smirked and stuck out her tongue at him.

Before she could say something clever in reply, he gently used an elbow to press down on the hitachi, putting pressure on her clitoris again. She squealed in delighted agony as the next orgasm built inside her.

Mercifully he relented before she spasmed again. "This day was supposed to be about

you

.

Your

pleasure. Your fun."

"Don't I look like I'm having fun?" he asked. The grin devastated her.

She nodded, "Please... let me out of this. I'll suck your cock. Take it up the ass. Dress up. Anything."

"Mmm," was his only reply.

"We could fuck on Kaya's bed. I can put on one of those uniforms and call you 'Daddy'" she suggested, hoping she could buy her way out of bondage with a little depravity.

"So naughty!" he said, with faux astonishment.

She smirked, knowing he was on the hook now. "You know I'm only looking at schools with cute uniforms. It's sixth grade. Who gives a fuck about test scores?" He laughed at her sarcasm and nodded. She continued to bargain, "I'm talking, face down, ass up, schoolgirl outfit... Daddy fucking my tight little ass 'til I scream."

He nodded and lazily trailed a fingertip around her right areola. She closed her eyes and fell in love with him for the thousandth time.

"We could even do an enema first," she said, teasing him with one of his as-yet-unquenched fantasies. "Please, Brandon... Daddy-Brandon... I need this off of me."

"Yes, Daddy-Brandon... do please help this little bitch," came a voice from the door to the house. Hayden whipped her head around to look at the new arrival. Brandon instinctively moved to cover her breasts with his arm.

"What do we have here?" Kristen asked, as she looked over this little tableau.

"Oh fuck," Brandon said. Hayden laughed as her best friend approached the table. Brandon looked mortified, but Kristen waved away his concern.

"Having some birthday fun, are we?" she asked the pair of them.

"I tried to get him to settle for a blowie. He wanted me like this," Hayden said, between groans from the hitachi.

"What did I tell you about dating smart guys?" Kristen said.

"That I should try it for a change," Hayden laughed.

Kristen nodded, then leaned down to kiss her bestie on the cheek. She shook the red gift bag that she held in one hand. Hayden nodded and sighed contentedly as the next orgasm began to build.

"The girls wanted you to have this," Kristen said. Brandon took the proffered gift bag, opened it and found a Lego set. "We weren't sure if you had that one already, but the girls saw it and thought of you."

Brandon slid the Lego box out and showed Hayden the picture of the Mars rover on the front. He grinned broadly at his naked, bound fiancé and her best-friend-with-benefits. "It's perfect." He came around and hugged Kristen. She accepted the embrace with a light laugh, surprised.

"Hang on," Hayden said. "That's what your daughter's gave him. What did

you

get my fiancé?" she asked, eyeing Kristen like she hadn't paid up yet.

"Hayden, be nice," Brandon said. "She doesn't have to get me anything."

"I'll be the judge of that," Hayden said, staring up from her place on the table.

"Big talk from a living centerpiece," Kristen said, reaching down to pinch Hayden's right nipple.

"Fuuucckk you," Hayden said as Kristen teased her body in a new way. "Ohhh... god. Please sweetie. I need this to be done."

Kristen laughed and gave Hayden a light slap to the cheek. Just enough to get her to stop talking.

"I thought my gift might be to let you watch me make out with your fiancé," Kristen said, pointedly speaking to Brandon now, "But with her being... occupied... would you rather I just kiss

you

instead?"

Hayden's eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. Kristen was her fuck-bestie, but in all her time with Brandon, Kristen had never laid a finger on Hayden's man.

Brandon immediately started to hem and haw. He looked down at Hayden like he was pleading with a judge for clemency. Kristen moved around to cut off his view of his bride-to-be.

"Don't look at her. You don't want to kiss me?" she asked, purposefully putting him on his heels. It was so fun to see a guy flustered. Moreso when she didn't have to undress at all to do it.

Before he could wet himself in panic, Hayden took control, despite having none of it for herself. "Oh, for God's sake. Make out with her, Brandon. She's really good, and I wanna watch."

Brandon gave a sheepish laugh and nodded, more at Hayden's attitude than the situation. Kristen put an arm around his neck and turned to give Hayden a better view.

"Happy, little quean?" Kristen asked, looking over at Hayden as she writhed on the table. Hayden nodded.

Kristen leaned over to whisper in Brandon's ear, "She's getting a taste for this, you know?" and finished the motion by making a trail of kisses down Brandon's jawline.

Hayden watched Brandon hesitate and then give in to the intimacy. It was much less of a challenge than Ren's ministrations. No clothes came off. No passionate fucking in her bed. No babymaking. But that almost made it worse. This was her fiancé and her best friend. And the kiss was so tender that it could only be emotional in some way. Hayden saw the way Brandon's hand cupped Kristen's hip and the tease that she gave by running a hand over his crotch.

Kristen smiled and gave a stage gasp as she pulled back from the kiss. "You weren't lying... that's some serious pipe he's swinging, sweetie." She giggled and walked back to where Hayden was bound. One peck on the jaw and Hayden could smell her fiancé on Kristen's skin.

"Like the show?" she whispered in Hayden's ear.

"You know I did," Hayden whispered back. She gave a mewlish whimper, not wild about the burgeoning fetish that she'd confessed to Kristen.

Brandon came over and, mercifully, turned the damned vibrator off. Hayden gasped and panted in relief. Brandon busied himself with untying her and she reached for him, hugging him close as her body felt something besides pleasure and jealousy for the first time in an hour.

Kristen watched the two lovers embrace and knew that they'd never really lose that closeness. The way they clung to each other was the way a drowning man embraced a life preserver. But that kind of grip never wavered. They would be fine.

"You two have fun. Enjoy your birthday, big fella. Get as much as you can out of her. You know she can do the splits, right?" Kristen laughed as she turned to leave.

Hayden laughed and called back to her, "Hey, before you go, you wanna try one of his fries? They're homemade."

Kristen shrugged and nodded, "No butter, right?"

Hayden nodded back, knowing her friend's vegan diet.

Brandon held up the plate and Kristen took one of the potatoes and bit into it. She blinked and then ate another, more eagerly. Then a third before speaking.

"Mmmm! That's really good. What kind of spice did you use on these? This tastes familiar," Kristen said.

Hayden's laugh could be heard from three houses away.

After a long shower and a slow, sloppy blowjob, Hayden told Brandon to wait in the living room while she prepared for the evening's activity.

When she came out, her voice had that cute little lilt that he'd come to know as a danger sign. It was her, 'I'm too pretty to get in trouble' tone... and it worked every time.

"Hey... you know how we were gonna go to the baseball game tonight?" she said.

He raised an eyebrow and turned to her, "Yeah?"

"I kinda had a different idea," she said, casually arching her back to emphasize her considerable chest.

Brandon slipped into her trap like a warm bath, "I'm listening..."

She bent forward to take another pose. The mini-skirt was doing its job. The USC Marching Band could have walked through the room and he'd never have noticed. "Well, I don't know if you heard, but, as a Disney princess..."

"Didn't you play an ant?" he interrupted.

"And the cutest girl in the best football movie ever," she said, putting a finger to his chest.

He nodded and gestured for her to continue.

"As a Disney star, I still have some pull with the studio," she said.

"And?"

"And I may or may not, but definitely did, arrange for us to have an hour in the Millennium Falcon ride at Disneyland..."

He smiled, but then blinked and looked her over, "That's awesome!" She watched his brain catch up, "But... why do we need an hour?"

She smirked at him, like she'd won some game that he didn't know they'd been playing. She slowly unzipped the leather jacket that she'd stolen from him weeks ago. Underneath was the classic slave Leia bikini. She watched his eyes dance over the gold surface.

"Oh... you know... just thought you might like to take your time..."

They met Hayden's contact an hour after the gates had closed. A handful of janitorial staff was going around cleaning. They were mostly listening to headphones and didn't pay any attention to Hayden or Brandon as they casually strolled back to Galaxy's Edge.

The girl they were meeting gave a wave from the base of the Millennium Falcon. Hayden took Brandon's wrist with one hand and waved back with the other.

"Gigi, right?" Hayden asked.

"Yep, that's me," the girl replied. "It's so great to meet you. I'm a big fan."

Hayden flashed her trademark smile and put on a slightly bashful look, "Aww, aren't you sweet?" Hayden glanced down and saw the girl was carrying a heavy gym bag that was sitting by her sneakers. "Is that for me?" Hayden asked, not sure what to make of it.

Gigi shook her head, "Um... if you want it to be," she said. She opened the bag and gave Hayden a glance at what was inside. Hayden's eyes went large at the green fabric inside.

"You have a character?" Hayden said.

"Twi'lek girls do pretty well on OnlyFans. I thought you might..."

Hayden put up a hand, "After..."

Gigi nodded, "Are you ready to go in?" she looked around furtively, probably making sure the right security people were in the wrong places.

Hayden looked back at Brandon who was waiting a few steps back. He looked so cute in his Han Solo outfit. It wasn't movie-perfect, but Hayden wanted him to feel every bit the Harrison Ford dreamboat and looking at him, she knew she'd gotten it right.

Brandon was oblivious to her conversation, enraptured by the life-size science fiction icon still lit with blazing spotlights. He barely realized Hayden was speaking with the girl. Only when Hayden took his hand again did he look beyond his surroundings.

"We're ready," Hayden told him.

"Awesome," Brandon said.

She unzipped her jacket and the gold bikini top flashed in the light of the lamps.

Gigi led them up the ramp, "It's just through there," she said. Brandon walked on ahead. Hayden watched him go.

"I'll be there in a sec, sweetie. Just have a look around."

"I set you up in the overflow cockpit. That's the one we use the least," Gigi said.

"A little cleaner?" Hayden said, her voice hopeful.

Gigi nodded, "Lots. And farther out of earshot. You remember what I said in the email?"

"We'll be careful," she turned to look back at her boyfriend, "To him, this is like holy ground. He'll be good, I promise."

"Are there cameras...?" Hayden asked.

"Yeah. You won't see them, but they're always on," Gigi said.

"I just..."

"This time of night, no one is watching the feeds," Gigi assured her.

Hayden smirked, "I..."

Gigi caught the smirk and returned it, "I'll delete the file. No one will know."

Hayden bit her lip and looked pensive.

"Is that what you want?" Gigi asked.

"Part of me does... part of me thinks it'd make a great birthday gift for him..." Hayden said, then blushed.

Gigi laughed, "I set the cockpit monitors to the hyperspace screensaver. I know you wanted an hour."

"Is that a problem?" Hayden asked.

"It shouldn't be," Gigi said, confidently. "Would you like me to take that jacket?"

Hayden handed the jacket over. She stood, unashamed, in the slave Leia bikini top and a short skirt.

"I can get the rest if you like," Gigi offered.

Hayden nodded, then turned to Brandon who was fascinated by the interior cabin they were walking through. She kept her body hidden behind a doorframe, just leaning out to talk to him.

"Sweetie... go ahead into the cockpit. Take the pilot's chair. I'll be in in a minute."

Brandon walked in and she smiled, "He's in love," Hayden said idly. "He's so cute when he's nerdy." She realized she was saying all this to someone who was basically a stranger.

Gigi smiled back at her, "You two are very cute together."

Hayden smiled looking back down the corridor, "Yeah, I got a good one." She shucked her skirt off. Gigi dutifully took it. Hayden suddenly realized she was handing her only proper clothes to someone who was almost a total stranger.

Gigi reassured her, "I'm just gonna put these on the table and then wait outside. Guarding the entrance... you know?"

Hayden nodded, "Thanks for the help. I've already told Tonya to give you an hour next week. She's great. I really hope she can help you out."

Gigi bit her lip, "I hate to ask, but..."

Hayden nodded, "She'll have your money when you get there. I threw in an extra five-hundred more than what we said."

"On behalf of the people who own my student loans, thank you." Gigi looked over Hayden's shoulder at where Brandon had gone in, "He must really be something if you're paying that much to give him his fantasy."

Hayden gave a wry smile, "Oh, this isn't

his

fantasy. It's mine."

Gigi nodded, taking a beat with that realization. She replied, "Mine too... don't tell anyone though."

Hayden raised a thin eyebrow at her and they shared a little laugh.

Gigi smirked, "I'll be outside if you need me."

Hayden smirked a little, "Um... sometimes I'm loud..."

"There's soundproofing. No one's gonna hear you," Gigi said.

"No, I meant more...

you're

gonna hear me," Hayden said, giggling.

"Um... won't that be fun?" Gigi deadpanned.

Hayden laughed and put a hand up, lengthening her frame. She leaned against the door, "How do I look?"

Gigi took her in. The slave Leia bikini was iconic, and Hayden wore it well. Disney hired proper Star Wars fans to run this ride, so Gigi couldn't help but be taken with the look. Her mouth watered.

"I was straight when I woke up this morning. Looking at you is making me reconsider," Gigi said.

Hayden laughed, "Come to the Bi side. We have cookies."

"May the Force be with you..." Gigi said, in a playful sing-song tone. She turned and headed for the entrance.

Hayden spun and walked, barefoot, into the cockpit.

Brandon was too busy playing with the various buttons and switches to notice Hayden or her attire.

"I know we talked about Han and Leia, but if they make a prequel ride, I wouldn't mind a little bit of Padme and Anakin," Brandon said, not looking up.

"One girl at a time," Hayden said, wryly smirking. She waited for him to turn around and take her in.

He got up from the seat slowly and his body came to a full and complete stop as he saw a fantasy standing barefoot in front of him. The slave bikini was just an affectation. She commanded this room.

Pointing at the left-hand seat, she tapped the air twice and jutted her chin. "Back in your chair, Captain Solo."

He sat and turned towards the windows at the front of the cockpit.

"Are we on course?" she said, sliding into a vague Carrie Fisher impression.

They'd played games like this enough for him to know how to improv, "Should reach the Rebel fleet in a few hours. Assuming they gave you the right coordinates."

"How's the hibernation sickness?" she asked.

"I can see now. That's better than when we left. Everything else seems to be okay," he said.

She put a hand on his shoulder as she slid into his lap. She teased his jaw with a fingertip. "Well, there's one thing we should probably check." She slid a finger down to his zipper. He shifted a bit and she grinned.

"Whatever you say, your worship," he said. His smile was stolen from a Cheshire cat.

She ran a fingertip over the corner of his mouth and grinned, "I asked you not to call me that."

"Then you should have worn a different outfit," he said.

She nodded and slinked down his body. When she reached her knees, she began to take off his belt. A moment later, her favorite cock stood proud in the dim light of hyperspace.

"Sit back. I just want to make sure you're over the carbon freeze," she said.

He tried to lean back and relax, but the chair only allowed for so much. She saw him lean his head back when her mouth touched the flared crown of his cock. He moaned as she brought her lips over the crest and took him into her throat. She gave a low hum and felt him respond. She'd revved his engine hard and his body was catching up.

"Oh... fuck," he said.

She giggled and looked up, taking him out just long enough to say, "PG rating, baby."

He didn't have the mental capacity to find that funny. He just took her by the braid and moved her back onto his cock. She obliged like a good little slave girl. She reached up with one hand, took the short chain that dangled from her collar and handed it to him. She'd had to pay someone on Etsy fifty bucks for a tag that read "Slave Girl" in Aurebesh, but Brandon was the kind of guy who was worth the production value.