Waiting for Nathaniel in Silk
# Birthday Surprise I kneel on the bed, silk and lace hugging my curves like a dare. Candlelight licks the ink across my ribs, the silver barbell piercing my nipple, the faint freckles dusting my shoulders. Inside me, the secret gift press
Chapter 1
I kneel on the bed, silk and lace hugging my curves like a dare. Candlelight licks the ink across my ribs, the silver barbell piercing my nipple, the faint freckles dusting my shoulders. Inside me, the secret gift presses—firm, insistent, a slick fullness that shifts with every anxious breath. The plug is part of me now, a prelude.
The door opens, and Nathaniel’s silhouette fills the frame. He’s all height and muscle, frozen. His gaze drags over the red spill of my hair, the dark lace, the knowing curve of my lips. A predatory stillness settles over him, the air between us thickening until I can taste his hunger.
I bite my lip, the plug pulsing with my quickening heartbeat. I don’t speak. I just let him look. One word from him, and I’ll give him every dirty thing I’ve planned.
Chapter 2
Nathaniel's breath caught, a low rumble escaping his chest as he took a step closer. "Fuck, Samantha… you're already ready for me?"
She glanced over her shoulder, the jewel catching the candlelight, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "I've been ready for hours, baby. Stretched and waiting." She pushed her hips back, giving him an unapologetic view. "You gonna unwrap your present, or just stare at it?"
He closed the distance, his hands finding her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above the lace. "I'm gonna do more than stare." His voice was thick, strained. "You have no idea what walking in to this does to me."
"Tell me," she breathed, arching deeper, feeling the plug shift with the movement. "Tell me what you want to do to your birthday present."
Chapter 3
Nathaniel closes the distance, his hands tracing the lace edges of Samantha’s lingerie as he whispers, “Show me what you’re hiding for me,” his fingers already seeking the outline of the plug beneath the fabric. The moment he finds it, a rough groan tears from his throat. “Fuck, you really are stretched around that thing.”
She pushes back into his palm, a shameless whimper spilling out. “Wanted your cock there all day. This was just the warm-up.”
“Yeah?” He presses the base of the plug, making her gasp. “Then I’m gonna take my time with this greedy ass.” He hooks a finger under the lace thong, tugging it aside so the jeweled base glints in the candlelight. “Look at you, already full and begging for more.”
Samantha arches, her pussy clenching on nothing. “So give me more. I can take it.”
“Not yet.” He pulls the plug out just an inch, then slides it back in, slow and filthy. “I want to hear you say exactly how much you need my cock in here. Every dirty detail.”
She shudders, her voice wrecked. “Need you to fuck my ass, Nathaniel. Stretch me open until I can’t think straight. Please.”
He rewards her with a twist of the plug, then withdraws it completely, leaving her gaping and slick. “Turn around. On your knees.” She scrambles to obey, presenting her pussy and that waiting hole. He strokes his cock, pre-cum smearing the tip. “You’re gonna feel this for days.” He nudges the head against her ass, not pushing in yet, just teasing. “But you don’t get to come until I say. Understand?”
Samantha nods frantically, every nerve alive. The heat of him against her entrance is a promise that keeps her teetering on the edge, the chapter ending on that suspended, aching need.
Chapter 4
Nathaniel's hands clamped onto her hips, spinning her around with a roughness that made the plug's jagged absence ache. "Face down. Ass up. Now," he growled, guiding her until her cheek pressed into the tangled sheets and her back arched into a deep, shameless curve.
She felt the heat of him behind her, the blunt tip of his cock dragging through the slick mess between her thighs, then higher—over her rim, teasing, circling. He didn't push in. Just painted her there with his own pre-cum, breathing ragged above her.
"Been dreaming about this all day," he muttered, one hand spreading her open while the other fisted the base of his shaft. "But I want you to beg for it like you mean it."
Samantha whimpered, pushing back, trying to take him inside. He pulled away just enough to deny her, a dark chuckle rumbling low. "What do you say, baby?"
The words tumbled out, broken and desperate. "Please, Nathaniel. Please fuck my ass. I need your cock in me—now. I've been waiting for hours. Stretched all day just for this. Just for you. Please, baby, please."
His grip tightened. "Say it again. Look at me while you say it."
She turned her head, eyes glassy and wet, mascara already smearing. "Fuck my ass, Nathaniel. I'm yours. Birthday and all. Every hole. Just take it."
That snapped something in him. He notched the thick head against her entrance, both hands biting into her hips, and began to push—just the tip, stretching her wide enough to steal her breath, lighting every nerve on fire as he held there, trembling, waiting for more.