“Happy birthday, honey!”
“What … what….”
It’s Trunks. He’s naked, except for a big lavender bow covering his groin. He’s handcuffed to our bed, face up. There’s a ball gag in his mouth.
Videl had said since it was my fortieth birthday, I’d get a big surprise.
I wasn’t expecting a surprise this big.
“Videl….” He’s beautiful. He looks up at me defiantly, almost angry but he’s here. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be.
What the hell are you doing here, Trunks?
I wonder if Videl has any idea what she’s just started, what just looking at him like this has awakened in me.
“I got the video camera,” she says brightly, “if you want it.”
Trunks rolls his eyes and his expression mirrors my thoughts; she has no idea.
No idea I’m already thinking about next time; no idea I’m wondering what he wants, if his fantasies involve me down there on the bed, in the handcuffs and the gag. No idea I’m trying to figure out how to get rid of her because I don’t want to share, even with her video camera.
He tips his head a little to show me his neck.
I am so hard. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
We used to joke about this, about how I wanted him. Videl always said she didn’t think she could share and I always said that was fine. It was a joke, only … only I really did want him.
And I guess she’s decided she can share.
I walk over to him and take the bow off; I don’t think I can handle touching him yet. Uncircumcised, which I already knew; a leather cock ring. Thick pubic hair, darker than the hair on his head but still lavender, hard, leaking, for me.
I want to do so many fucking things to him.
I should uncuff him, take the gag out, put his clothes back on, say thanks but no thanks because if I start this I’m never, never going back.
“Where’s Pan?” I can hear how nervous my voice sounds.
“Out shopping with Bra. They’re supposed to spend the night at Capsule Corps.”
I shoot her a glare. Pan and Bra get into an argument half the time they go shopping together and Pan comes back early.
She puts the camera down. “I’d better stay out there in case–”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to–”
“No, this is fine. Um, thanks.” Thank you, Pan.
“Have fun.” I listen to her walk away.
I breathe him in. He smells so good.
I lick my thumb and rub it against his thin lips. He groans and struggles a little against the cuffs, so hard, so fucking hard.
I’m never going to be able to stop here, never.
I take my glasses off, put them on the nightstand like I do with Videl every night. I take my jacket off and drape it carefully over the chair next to the bed. I take off my belt, shoes, socks. I unbutton my shirt, slowly, making sure he’s watching me, take it off.
I drop it on the floor. His eyes register surprise but no other reaction.
“We’re not going back after this,” I say. “Sure you don’t want out?”
He shakes his head slowly, deliberately.
“Okay,” I say and walk over to the bed.
