I drive home.

Still sobbing as a little child.

She said she wasn't mad. she said she wasn't mad. She said she wasn't mad.

I pull on the driveway, but stay in my car. Deep breaths, Ethan. In and out. She isn't mad, it was just for a surprise for your birthday.

I nod, getting out of the car. I'm being ridiculous.

The house is dark. Why is it dark? Wait. She said I could go home in an hour. She didn't say she would be there...

I swallow my tears. No. Scarlett wouldn't do that. Before I change my mind, I walk inside. The whole living room is dark, and I frown. Where are they?

"Hello?"

Suddenly, so much happens in so little time. The light switches on, everyone appears from behind a couch or table, a banner with 'Happy Birthday Ethan!' falls down and Aaron almost crashes with a cake.

My eyes pull out. That's why I had to leave! This is Scarlett's idea for sure, I haven't had a birthday party in so long. Well, it could have been Owen's too, but he would just have laid fart pillows...

"I..." I trail off, not knowing where to look first. They decorated everything. I see all the guys wearing party hats, but I don't see Scarlett. "Where's princess?" I ask.

Jordan grins. "Baby, he's here!" he yells. I hear a door open, and there she is. And damn. My eyes widen again. She looks so hot, wearing that dress. I can take her right here and now, but I just smile.

"You look gorgeous, princess," I say, to the truth. She looks absolutely gorgeous, and hot, and dreamy, and --most importantly-- ours.

I look her up and down, my eyes lingering where the deep cleavage is. Damn. "So, just to be clear, you're not mad at me?"

She shakes her head, smiling. "It was all an act, sweetie. ome here for your birthday kisses." Fuck yes. I run to her, so happy I almost trip over the carpet. She just laughs.

I cup her cheeks and kiss her. She kisses back happily. I smile, relief flooding off me. I was so scared I fucked it up, and am happy I didn't. 

"Happy birthday, Ethan. You can unpack your presents later," she winks. My eyes widen. Presents as in- her? Please, say yes.

I blink a few times, remembering Jordan's first. I glance at him, but he just winks at me. My jaw drops. Did they-

"Y-you," I stutter. Scarlett shrugs, walking off to the kitchen. I watch her with big eyes. "You- you-," I can't form sentences. They did it today, so I could take her on my birthday? And why didn't I get to see that?

I walk to Elijah, him smirking at me. "You got to watch?" My voice sounds high, confused. He just grins, "Was a great view."

I watch Scarlett as she walks back to me. She's limping a bit... if she's limping already, I wonder how she'll walk after I'm done with her. I smirk. She won't know what's happening.

"Hey, princess," I smile and steal another kiss. She rolls her eyes. "We already said hey, cutie." I smile dreamily. "Hm."

She frowns and flicks my head, breaking my thoughts about her naked. "Where is your mind, Ethan?  We gotta cut the cake," she cheers. I follow her to the kitchen. The cake looks good, but not as delicious as her...

"When am I getting my present?" I ask, casually. She smiles. "After the cake." She grins as my eyes widen and walks off with the cake. I follow her as a lost puppy again. 

Owen winks at me, so does Aaron. I grin. "Can I choose where I unpack the present? My bedroom is pretty boring," I smirk. Her eyes go wide and she gulps. "Eh... yeah, sure."

Satisfied, I lean back in my chair. She doesn't know about our sex room... yet. She cuts the cake and gives me the first piece. I smile and wink at her, her cheeks getting flushed.

I'm happy it's just as six, and not a huge ass party with thousand people. Now I can fuck her hard whenever I want. And that is now.

Elijah chuckles when I eat my cake quickly. Duh. "What do you think, Ethan? I made it myself," Scarlett smiles. She won't smile in a few minutes anymore...

"It's good," I nod. "But not as good as other things I've heard of," I add and stand up. Her eyes widen. She squeals when I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. "Ethan!"

I snicker. "You could have expected this, princess." I look behind me, seeing the others aren't following. Good, then I have her for me alone.

"Did they teach you yet?" I ask while I walk to one of the doors she's never been behind. "Yes, daddy," she giggles. Ah fuck. My cock  starts growing and my pants become tight.

I open the door and lock it behind me again. I set her down on her own feet, letting her explore the room. Her eyes widen as she looks around. I smirk. "I designed it good, didn't?"

She nods, breathless. It's the perfect room for fucking her. All the led strips are red, there's a mirror wall and there are mirrors on the ceiling. Chains are attached to the bed, and there's a closet filled with all sort of toys.

"Like it?" I ask, stepping towards her. I gently push her on the bed, something she better not get used to. She smiles nervously. I don't want her to do anything she doesn't like, so I pull her on my lap. 

"Do you see something that scares you?" I ask, gently kissing her jaw. This makes her relax, and she looks around again. 

"Those chains? Are they for around my neck?" She shivers. My dick grows at the thought of her chained to the bed, completely. Her hands, ankles and neck. But she clearly doesn't like that idea. Maybe later.

"That's an option, but I was only planning for your wrists, princess," I say honestly. She nods, letting her gaze go through the other things in the room. She giggles as her eyes fall on the mirror.

"I bet that's a window on the other side, and that the others are gonna watch us," she grins. I smirk. She figured that out fast. "You're right."

She nods. "Then I think we've got everything," she says, confirming what I thought. I turn us around in one quick movement, and now she's under me. "I'm not going to hold back, princess. So if you really want to stop, you have to call your safe word."

Her brows push together in confusion. "What's a safe word?"  I chuckle at her question. Teasing me, yet so innocent.

"It's a word you say when you really want to stop. Whenever we're doing something wrong, or it's too much, you call that word. And only that word can save you from us," I explain. She nod slowly, but I can see she wants to ask something else. "Yes, princess?"

"Why can't I just say stop?" 

I was waiting for this. "Because you can say stop, but don't really want to stop. Whenever you call stop, we'll slow down or take a break for you to breathe, but that's it. With your safe word, everything stops immediately and then it's over."

Understanding twists her face. I nod, "So choose your safe word wisely, princess." She seems to think of something that may can be her safe word. I wait patiently.

"What about blossom?"

I smile. So cute. "Perfect," I mumble, distracted by how clean her neck looks. Gotta mark it with hickeys...

I let my gaze wander over her --still covered by that goddamn dress-- body. Then, I lock eyes with her. She gives me a nod, and I start kissing her.

I've been waiting so long for this, I'm taking her good now. I let the straps of the dress go down, teasingly slow. She whines, "Ethan," so desperate.

I pull back and arch an eyebrow. I give her a quick spank, and she whimpers. "What was that?" I ask. She whimpers again, "Sorry daddy."

Approvingly, I hum and start sucking at her neck. She moans, and I feel satisfied with it. If she's moaning now, she'll scream by the time I'm done with her.

I grab her hans and bring them up, to the sides of the headboard. I click her left one in the chain, and her eyes snap open. "Daddy, wha-." "Either the safe word, or no sound, understood?" I say harshly.

She nods. I smirk and chain her other wrist to the headboard too. The straps of her dress were already off, so now I just undress her. My eyes widen once again when I see she's only wearing lace panties.

She grins, "You could see the straps of my bra." I nod, still breathtaking by her beautiful breasts. Then, I realize she spoke and I spank her again. She whimpers, shutting her eyes closed.

"For every sound you make now, you get five spanks, understood?" She nods quickly. I slowly take of her undies too, until she's completely naked and only mine. I look at her pussy, which is dripping on the bed.

I smirk, "You like this, don't you?" She nods again, biting her lip. I hoover over her again and start kissing her breasts, my touch rough. I let one finger circle above her wet hole.

 Her breathing increases when I let one finger slide in. She's so wet... I tease her by moving my finger slowly, not completely in.

She moans, and it sounds so wealthy I forget to spank her. I begin to move my finger faster, and start sucking at her earlobe. 

I push a second finger in her, and she starts panting. I pull away from her neck, watching her face twist in pleasure. Her chest rises and falls, and I'm overwhelmed just by looking at her.

Just when she's about to cum, I pull my fingers out of her. She makes an indignant sound, earning a slap on her well-curved ass from me. "No sound."

I bend down, until I'm on my knees besides the bed. I have a great view from here... a glinstering wet pussy.

I bring my lips to her wetness and suck it up, moaning as I do. Oh fuck, she tastes like heaven. She squirms a bit, but I take a hold on her hips. I flick my tongue over her pussy, once, twice.

And then I can't stop it. She's too delicious. I devour her as if I haven't eaten in three months. My mind's a fug, I can't think of anything else than her taste anymore.

She comes on my tongue, panting. I take a final lick and pull away, locking eyes with her. My mind returns a bit again. She's out of breath. I smirk, "You liked that, didn't you?"

She nods. "I'm going to fuck you now," I tell her. I look down, to see she's wet again at my words. I walk to the closet, and examine the first drawer. She can handle the cuffs, can't she?

Smirking, I take the cuffs for her ankles. She can handle it. I walk back to the bed, where she is curiously watching me. I show her the cuffs. Her eyes widen, then she frowns. Shit.

She rings with the chains on her wrists. I chuckle, "There are for your pretty legs, princess." Her jaw drops, but she doesn't seem scared. I cuff her to the bed quickly. I want to be inside of her so badly, my hard one almost hurts.

I undress. When my boxers fall off, her face goes mortified. I snicker. I know I'm big, and I also know it's going to hurt when I slide into her.

I roll off a condom and hoover over her. I grab her chin and make her look at me. "Princess, it will hurt. Tell me when I'm going too fast, and say your safe word when you can't handle it anymore, okay?"

She nods, and I slowly let myself sink into her. I groan. Fuck, she's so tight. She bites her lip in pain. I wish I could take it away, but I'll give her pleasure in a bit. While she's getting use to my length, I let my thumb circle around her clit.

She moans, and I allow it. This feels so good, I understand if she's getting louder. I kiss her neck, and she moans again, "Daddy."

Ah fuck, she's perfection. Her small body, completely vulnerable for my touch. Her soft moans, caused by me. And that tight little pussy, which is bringing us both pleasure.

I thrust harder and faster. She feels too good. "I'm gonna destroy this pussy," I moan, my head falling back in my neck. She closes her eyes, much to my dislike.

I grab her chin and make her look up, at the ceiling. "Look in those fucking mirrors. Look at it when I'm fucking you. Look at your pathetic body, begging for me."

She gasps, looking up. I fuck her good and hard, while she watches us in the mirror on the ceiling. "You like watching, don't you?" I rasp. She moans.

I open the drawer of the nightstand and take out the vibrator in it. Her eyes go wide again, but all she can do is moan. I hold it to her clit, immediately on the highest setting.

"You can cum without my permission. Cum as much as you want, princess," I smirk. I know I'm torturing her, but I'm curious to see how many she can take.

She lets go, cumming all over my cock. I moan, her walls clenching around me. This feels so fucking good- I'm never going out of her again.

I hit her deep, and her eyes almost roll out of her head. I move the vibrator a bit, making her cum again. She looks down a bit, locking eyes with me. "D-daddy, I-" she stutters. I arch an eyebrow. "Want to say something, princess?"

She shakes her head, moaning when I pull out and push into her again. She comes again. Her eyes close, I can tell she's getting tired. "Too much to take?" I grunt, feeling the familiar tingle of an orgasm on my back.

She opens her mouth, but no sound comes through. With one final thrust, I cum too. She cums again. I keep hitting her deep.

Tears spring in her eyes. I smirk, this definitely is too much for her. And yes, seconds later she calls, "B-blossom!"

 I pull out of her and untie her cuffs and chains. She collapses on the bed and starts crying. I pull her to my chest, she needs hugs and comfort right now. She's crying because she's so tired.

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