Birthday Bound 2

The Hughes monthly neighborhood barbeque was this evening, and as their nextdoor neighbor, I was practically forced to attend.

They were nice enough people. Martha was an excellent homemaker and Dan had spent enough time behind the grill that I almost looked forward to his cooking. Their son, Jonathan, just graduated high school and was about to go off to college, to be some big shot lawyer. And then there was their daughter, Aurora.

I had never met her, but from what I had heard, she was a spitfire. She had always been a handful, but when she hit puberty and her body developed, she became especially rebellious.

When Dan sent out the invitations for the May barbeque, he mentioned that Aurora would be back, and that they would be celebrating her graduation and her birthday.

I decided to try to be polite and get her a present, but what do I know about young girls? I had asked some of the kids at the mall and they directed me to some kind of color popping branded makeup. When did makeup get this expensive?

I waited to walk over until I saw a few other guests arrive; I was neighborly with the Hughes, but I don't know if I would call us friends. I walked through their gate straight to the backyard.

With Martha taking charge of the house, Dan made it his role to take charge of the yard. He had built a covered patio complete with gas and water lines for his grill area. With the in-ground pool in his backyard, there wasn't much grass for him to maintain, but the front yard was his pride and joy. It was always well manicured and made everyone else's lawn, including my own, look pitiful in comparison.

"Hey, Rick!" Dan called as I stepped through the gate. "Glad to see you could make it."

"I almost didn't." I said, reaching my hand out for his. "It was quite the trek."

Meeting my hand for a shake, he laughed at my joke, before leading me to the patio. Spotting the present area, I added mine to the growing pile.

"Damn." I said, inhaling deeply. "This smells fantastic as always. Can't wait for it to be ready to eat."

"You won't have to wait too long. The first round is almost done." He opened the fridge that he had installed near the grill and offered me a beer. Taking it from him, I cracked it open and tapped it against his, before walking over to the pool.

Looking around, I nodded to a few of the other neighbors that I recognized, greeting them from a distance. Then my gaze fell upon an alluring vixen.

Her hot pink hair cascaded down to the bikini that barely covered her voluptuous assets. The early evening light emphasized the curvaceous nature of her athletic frame. Each curve of her body was meticulously sculpted, from the gentle swell of her hips to the toned definition of her abs and thighs.

Strolling over, I tapped my bottle against her shoulder, "You must be Aurora." I greeted.

Without looking up from her phone, she snapped, "Figured that out all on your own, detective?"

With a smirk on my face, I scoffed. "I guess they did warn me that you were feisty."

Unfazed by my banter, she finally glanced up. A spark of interest washed over her as she looked me up and down.

"And who might you be?" She asked, energetically, as she sat up and turned to face me.

Sitting down on the adjacent pool lounge chair, I explained, "My name's Richard, but everyone calls me Rick."

Her eyes flit down between my legs as she asked, "What about Dick?" With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Aurora leaned back, spreading her legs as she maintained eye contact.

An awkward chuckle escaped my lips, and I felt my cheeks begin to flush. Sipping my beer, I tried to cool down.

"Oh, Ricky. What's the matter?" She said, a pouty look on her face. "Can't handle a woman whose not afraid of her own sexuality?"

Clearing my throat, I replied, "I'm just not used to them being so forward."

"I'm only forward when I see something I want." She teased as she leaned in towards me. Grabbing her bikini top she pulled the cups apart, exposing her perky bosom to me. "Do you see something you want?"

Before I had time to unpackage what had just happened, Dan rang the dinner bell. Yes, he had a physical bell he rang to signal when the food was ready. Today, for the first time, I was saved by that bell.

As we approached the table, seats filled quickly. Aurora insisted on sitting next to me. As usual, Dan sat at the head of the table with Martha on his right. Everyone else filled in the remaining chairs.

Before we were allowed to eat, Martha insisted everyone say grace. Eagerly, Aurora took my hand as we bowed our heads.

With everyone holding hands, Martha started, "Dear Lord, we thank you for this bountiful feast we are about to consume. Please bless this meal and the hands that prepared it. Thank you for the wonderful company that we share it with." Aurora started tracing her thumb along the back of my hand at her words. "Finally, I thank you for our beautiful, healthy daughter. I pray that, if it's your will, she gets everything she wants this year. Amen." Aurora's hand lingered in mine, and I had to pull it away.

Once again, Dan did a fantastic job of grilling the meat and Martha did a phenomenal job of preparing the sides. Conversation thrived as we ate.

Several times over the course of the meal, Aurora slid her hand between my legs. I couldn't help it as the bulge in my pants grew tight. I tried pushing her away, but she was insistent and I didn't want to cause a scene.

After everyone had finished their meal, Martha announced, "Time for cake!" Disappearing into the kitchen, she brought out a pink sheet cake with pink frosting that read 'Happy 22nd Birthday Aurora'. The cake had two big candles, in the shape of the number two, with ten smaller candles on each side; twenty-two in total.

After Dan lit the candles, he led us in a rendition of the birthday song. When we finished he told Aurora to, "Make a wish."

Giving me a quick wink, she blew out the candles in one smooth sweep. As Martha began removing the candles, Dan grabbed the knife and began cutting the cake.

Taking the first slice, Aurora swiped a glob of frosting onto her finger and began sucking on it, staring me in the eyes the whole time.

After everyone had a chance for cake, Dan lit the fire pit and it drew the guests like moths to a flame. I started to join them, but Aurora stopped me, grabbing my wrist.

Actually, I have something upstairs that I want to show you." Her voice was tinged with a giddy excitement.

Taking a sip of my drink, I raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"It's better if I just show you." She replied, coyly

"Okay," I agreed. "Go get it, and let me see it."

"It's not something that can be easily brought out here." She explained, her frustration evident. "Can't you just come up and see it?"

"Whatever you say." I conceded with a shrug. "This is your party after all."

She scoffed, her eyes scanning the yard. "This is just an excuse for a bunch of old fogies to get together and eat some free food. None of them care about me." As her eyes met mine, a look of seduction washed over her and she added, "Except you, you actually seem interested in me."

"I-I was just trying to be polite." I explained, trying to ease the tension.

"Ready to see what I have in my room?" She asked eagerly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

A little uneasy from her obvious flirting, I hesitated. "I don't know."

"C'mon. It's my birthday, you have to." She squeezed my forearm to hold my attention. "You can help me bring all of my presents upstairs. It's the polite thing to do."

Reluctantly, I agreed. With Aurora stacking them in my hands, I managed to pick up all of the gifts in a single trip. Opening the door for me, she led me to her room.

Behind the pink-painted door to her bedroom, was a sanctuary bathed in shades of pink. From the soft, rosy walls to the fluffy pillows and plush comforter on her canopy bed, everything in her room was pink. She had a vanity adorned with twinkling lights and a pink-framed mirror serving as her beauty station. A well-worn plush pink armchair sat in the front of her window, creating a cozy reading nook. Finally, a pink L-shaped desk was tucked in the corner of her room with a custom pink PC sitting on it.

As I set the presents on the desk near her computer, Aurora asked, "Do you want to know what I wished for?"

"I don't," I replied, adjusting the packages on the desk, adding, "but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"I wished that you'd fuck me." She said, slowly in an attempt to be seductive.

Caught off guard by her words, I turned around to find her sitting on her bed with her legs spread apart and her bikini bottoms untied on the floor. She giggled as the shock of the situation washed over me.

"What are you doing?" I lunged forward and grabbed her knees, forcing them together. "The door is still open. What if someone walks in?"

"Don't be a fuddy duddy. No one is coming up here." She rolled her eyes at me, before falling backwards on the bed, crossing her arms in a pout. "You're the only one here to celebrate me, everyone else just came for the free food."

"This is wrong." I said, unsure what to do next.

"At least feel it." She replied, grabbing my forearm. "Then you'll change your mind."

Surprised by her strength, I stumbled forward as she pulled me towards her, but I managed to regain my balance before she achieved her goal. As I pulled my arm away, her manicured pink nails dug into my skin, scratching me.

Without waiting for a response, I walked out of her room, pulling the door closed behind me. Not wanting to cause a scene, I left the Hughes' house through their front door, instead of returning to the party.

-- -- --

The next morning, I descended the stairs with the intention of heading to the kitchen to brew some coffee. But my plans changed when, through the frosted glass of my front windows, I glimpsed a pink figure approaching. Knowing who it was, I opened the front door.

Standing in the doorway, I waited for Aurora to finish walking over. She was wearing a knee-length puffy winter coat with a pair of converse shoes and no-show socks, all in various shades of pink.

When she got within earshot, I called out, "What's with the outfit? It's like eighty degrees out."

"It's a surprise." She replied, climbing the steps of my porch.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked, hoping she'd take the hint and leave. "It's Monday."

"I just graduated." She explained, her tone defiant. "I'm just chillin' for the summer. I'll start looking for a job in the fall."

"Well, I have to get ready for work." I lied, hoping she'd leave.

"You're a terrible liar." She called my bluff, pushing past me. She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Hey." I objected. "You can't just walk into people's houses. You need their permission."

"Oh, yeah?" She challenged, "What are you gonna do about it? Spank me?"

"I'm not going to spank you, but you need to leave." I motioned towards the door.

Aurora walked back to me and asked, "Are you gay?" Her words were blunt.

"No, I'm not gay." I replied, annoyed.

"Well then what is it?" She asked, her tone impertinent. "A hot young woman was throwing herself at you all night and you rejected her. So what is it? Am I not pretty enough for you?"

"Aurora, you're very pretty," I tried to calm her down. "But you're a child, compared to me."

"No, I'm not." She rebuttaled, anger building in her voice. "Does this look like the body of a child?"

She ripped off her coat and threw it on the ground, revealing her bare body. The early morning light seeping through my curtains created an ethereal glow against her nubile form. Her soft, hourglass figure was a masterpiece of curves. From her round breasts, to her slender waist, and voluptuous ass, her body was sculpted with delicate precision.

Stepping forward, she pushed up on her tiptoes to try and meet my eyes, but she was too short. "Just admit it, you're scared," she taunted, poking a finger in my direction. Without a second thought, I grabbed her hand, startling her into a soft gasp.

"Fine." I said, anger simmering within me. "You really wanna do this?"

"I really do." She retorted, a look of challenge filling her eyes.

In a sudden burst of frustration, I yanked her by the hand, guiding her forcefully to the couch where I swiftly bent her over my knee.

She bit her lip as I placed my hand on her ass. Her breathing quickly grew heavy with anticipation as I drew my hand back. With a swift motion, I delivered a resounding smack, my stiff hand against her soft flesh. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, forced out by the sting of pain.

Again and again, I repeated the lesson, each strike leaving her delicate skin more and more flushed. Her gasps devolved into soft sobs, as the pink of her flesh turned a bright scarlet.

Having broken her, I eased my touch, gently caressing her heated skin. My fingers traced lightly along the contours of her body, pausing at the dewy warmth between her legs, a silent acknowledgment of her submission.

As her sobbing quieted, I asked. "Did you learn your lesson?"

She looked at me, tears welling in her eyes. Struggling to push out one word from her throat, she softly said, "Yes."

I grabbed her face, holding her cheeks in my hand. "If we're doing this, then it's 'Yes, sir.'"

Swallowing heavily, she forced out the words. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." I pat her head. "Now kneel."

I spread my legs and she obeyed, kneeling between my legs. Untying the belt on my robe, it fell to the sides and exposed the boxer briefs holding back my bulging beast. Reaching in, she pulled it out through the vertical fly in the front.

She was taken aback, surprised by its sheer size. After recovering her composure, she wrapped her fingers around it, hesitantly licking the tip. After giving her a stern look, she took it in her mouth.

As she started moving lower, I placed my hand on her head and forced her down, continuing lower with each pass until she was gagging. She tried to pull back but I held her there as she coughed and choked on my thick rod.

After a few seconds I let go. She reeled back, coughing, clearing her throat, more tears in her eyes.

"You're fine." I said, before seeing fear in her eyes.

I started reaching for her, but that fear was quickly replaced by determination. She crawled back between my knees and started going back down on me.

"Good girl." I said, drawing out the words, as I was impressed with her resilience.

Placing my index finger under her chin, I lifted her head up and pulled her face towards mine. She closed her tear-filled eyes, and pursed her lips, hoping for a kiss.

Instead of meeting her lips with mine, I asked, "Are you ready for more?"

With a small pout on her face, she shook her head up and down.

"Say it." I commanded.

Looking me straight in the eyes, her determination pushing through the pain, she said. "I want more. I want you."

"Good girl." I rewarded, as I stood. Holding out my hand, I helped Aurora to her feet as well.

As I led her down the stairs into my playroom, I watched her closely, unsure how she would react to what lay below. The room was an intricate maze of tables, chairs, and benches, each adorned with various straps and implements, all meticulously arranged for the art of bondage. Toys and tools of pleasure and pain were scattered throughout, hinting at the room's purpose.

I watched her go through a series of emotions as she scanned the room, trying to understand what she was seeing. When she started to comprehend the purpose of this space, a look of apprehension washed over her, yet beneath it was an undeniable spark of intrigue.

Despite the initial surprise, there was a subtle tilt of her head; curiosity. My eyes were fixed on her, noting the way her body language shifted, displaying a mixture of nerves and excitement.

As her eyes turned to meet mine, I knew that she was ready to delve into the depths of pleasure and pain that awaited within my playroom. With a smirk on my face, I said, "Because it's your birthday, I'll let you pick where you want to start, princess."

After another look around the room, she walked over to a low table with a raised middle section. She tested the padding on the table and examined the arm and leg restraints. Deciding on this table, she looked back at me and pointed to it.

Guiding her up the steps, I helped position her on the table. Laying on her knees and elbows, the raised middle section helped support her core without interfering with her breasts. When she was comfortably in position, I walked around the table, securing the clasps on her wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees, preventing her from moving.

With her secure on the table, I moved it over between a series of mirrors. I had them set up, angled to allow my playthings to watch what I was doing to them, as they were helpless to do anything about it.

I started with her round, perky breasts; her nipples were already hard with anticipation. Grabbing a couple of clothespins from a set of increasingly tight clamps, I swirled my finger around her firm buds before clipping them. She winced both times, but composed herself quickly, ready for more.

Slowly walking around her, my fingers traced the contours of her back, before sliding over the crimson cheeks of her ass. As I rounded her backside, my fingers curled between her thighs.

Lifting up, I fulfilled her request from last night. Soft and tender, her mound was tantalizing. Almost subconsciously, I began rubbing my fingers against her lips.

Then Aurora let out a low moan and it reminded me that she still needed to be taught a lesson. Pulling my hand away, I regained my composure.

Grabbing one of the equipment mounts, I attached a vibrator and secured it to the table. Adjusting the mount, I placed the head of the vibrator, just barely against her soft lips. Turning it on, I reduced its power to the lowest setting. With everything in position, I began walking towards the stairs.

"Wait." She cried out, as I started my ascent. "Where are you going?"

Ignoring her words, I continued upstairs. Returning to the living room, I picked up her coat and put it on a hanger, before placing it into my hall closet.

Having had my routine interrupted, I never got my morning coffee. I made my way to the kitchen and began brewing a pot.

As the coffee brewed, I decided to get dressed for the occasion. In my bedroom closet, I pulled out a black, bespoke, three-piece suit and put it on. Slipping into a pair of comfortable dress shoes, I returned to the kitchen.

Running my finger through the selection in my cabinet, I decided on a whimsical mug that said, "It's coffee o'clock". After filling my cup, I made my way back down to the playroom.

Stopping at a cabinet near the entrance, I grabbed a few things for later, and placed them on a table near her.

"Hey!" Aurora called out as she saw me, her body fidgeting against the vibrator. "Where did you go? I thought we were gonna fuck."

"Quiet." I calmly commanded, the authority evident in my voice without raising it. I leaned in, slowly explaining, "You played at teasing me last night. Now, I am going to show you what real teasing is. And, if you're a good girl, I might even let you cum today."

A swirl of emotions flashed across her face, then, realizing she didn't have any options, she settled on a soft pout, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." I said, walking behind her.

Resetting the vibrator to full power, I pressed it firmly against her. Her breathing quickly became shallow and rapid as she let out soft moans. Carefully watching her, I pulled it away before she climaxed.

Letting out a whine, Aurora tried to push back against the vibrator, but I made sure she wouldn't be able to reach it. Sitting down in my viewing chair, I picked up my coffee and watched her desperate attempts.