Birthday Girl

  Birthday Girl

  Paisley Smith

  It’s Gemma’s thirty-second birthday. She’s not surprised when her gorgeous husband Nate whips out the blindfold and orders her to bend over for a birthday spanking. What does surprise her is that Nate has enlisted the help of a friend. Another woman!

  Lindsey is a sexy Bohemian artist who has starred in Gemma’s fantasies for a long while. She doesn’t know what will happen beyond this single night of scorching sex play, but for now, Gemma fully intends to enjoy every new touch, taste, sight and sound her “birthday gift” has to offer.

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  Birthday Girl

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  Birthday Girl Copyright 2009 Paisley Smith

  Edited by Meghan Conrad

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book publication October 2009

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  BIRTHDAY GIRL

  Paisley Smith

  Chapter One

  My bedroom disappeared and delicious darkness enveloped me as my husband Nathan secured my blindfold. He drew my hair aside and when he pressed a warm kiss to the back of my neck, chills skittered down my arms. I inhaled, breathing in the sexy male scent of him.

  “Happy birthday, Gemma.” His smile was evident in his voice.

  I swallowed thickly. Anticipation caused the fine hairs on my arms and the nape of my neck to rise. Something was up. Nathan’s smug tone was a dead giveaway.

  His fingers trailed down to my wrists and then he grabbed my arms so suddenly I gasped. He laughed seductively.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, aware my own voice was rising with a delightful mixture of excitement and panic.

  Fear of the unknown thrummed through me although I trusted him implicitly.

  Despite my feeble protests, he pinned my wrists behind my back and bound them with something silky. A necktie? I cringed. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten him a tie for Christmas.

  Once he had me restrained, he slid his fingers between my legs and teased my naked pussy. “Bend over, birthday girl. Time for your spanking.”

  It was my turn to laugh. “Uh, how about—no?”

  The hand disappeared but there was little time for me to pout. Instantly, he moved in front of me. His thumb traced my bottom lip, tasting of the spices and herbs he blended when he made the sauce at his pizzeria. Oregano. Basil. I breathed it in. With the blindfold on, the familiar fragrances seemed more intense. Even sexy.

  Insistent fingers tweaked one of my nipples and I sighed my pleasure. “That’s better,” I whispered.

  “You’re not out of the woods yet, baby doll,” he said, toying with both nipples.

  I gnawed my bottom lip as shards of pure pleasure shot straight to my clit. This was the best birthday ever.

  But just as I was about to beg for more, his fingers tightened on my nipples and he tugged downward. “Bend over.” This time, he wasn’t giving me a choice.

  I had little option except to bend to his will. “Nate, what the hell?” I cried as I bent from the waist. Shards of pleasure-pain shot from my breasts to my clit.

  When I was in the desired position, he loosened his hold on my nipples but only a little. The stinging bite was far more pleasurable than I would have imagined. My pulse thickened at being bent over this way, blindfolded and bound, with my nipples in his vise-like grip. My clit screamed for attention.

  Even given my arousal, I was not going to capitulate so easily. “Now what are you gonna do?” I asked playfully. “You can’t hold me like this and spank me too.” My tone was saucy. So was my grin. That’s why I was all the more surprised when, although he never let go of his hold on my nipples, a sudden swat landed on my ass. Shocked, I jumped. A paddle? My heart thundered. Oh my God! There was someone else in the room!

  I tried to stand but Nate held me fast.

  “One,” he said. The amusement in his voice both irritated and thrilled me.

  “What are you—” I began but my question was cut off when another slap set my ass on fire.

  Liquid heat spread through my bottom and I moaned in spite of myself.

  “Two.”

  Who was this other person and what was Nate thinking? I couldn’t form any other coherent thought than the fact that today was my thirty-second birthday. “Oh—”

  Swat!

  My voice was cut off by the sharp sting of the paddle.

  “Three.”

  An electric current generated between my nipples and my bottom. Cream gathered as my pussy clenched around its own hollow emptiness. The trepidation about the third party all but evaporated and the only thing I could think was that I wanted to know who this third party was and what diabolical plan Nate had for me.

  More than that, I wanted to be spanked and fucked. Now.

  His thumb and forefinger expertly rolled and squeezed my nipples, rendering me mindless. “Do you like that, baby?”

  I swallowed.

  “Answer me,” he commanded.

  “Yes.” My voice was no more than a mere whisper. My head dropped. My thighs burned from holding this position and instinctively, I spread them wider, awaiting the next blow.

  The paddle slapped my bottom again and my breath left my lungs in a ragged rush.

  “Four.” Nate did not have to hold me any longer. I was a wanton, willing participant. Sensing that, he released my smarting nipples and I heard the sound of his belt buckle being unfastened and his zipper as his fly came down.

  When the head of his hard cock touched my lips, I engulfed it hungrily. My fists clenched and I lifted my bottom a fraction of an inch. I no longer cared who was behind me. Only that they continued lighting this fire raging through my body.

  I was not disappointed.

  Another swat reverberated through my bedroom.

  “Five.”

  I groaned and sucked greedily. Heat inflamed my backside. Nate’s fingers threaded into my hair. He held and guided my head on his cock. I laved him, circling the head with the tip of my tongue, nibbling the sensitive underside, dipping lower to pay attention to his taut sac. And all the while, the stranger in my room dealt me five more mind-numbing, ass-searing blows.

  I groaned. Nathan groaned. But before he could come, he lifted my head, guiding me to stand. “You’re going to get ten licks at a time, birthday girl,” he said huskily.

  Heady intoxication flooded me. My bottom was hot. Alive. Ready for more. I was thirty-two today and wanted every last lick I was due.

  “Who—” I began again, desperate to know who was in t
he room with us, but Nate silenced me with a finger to my lips.

  “Come to the bed,” he said, leading me.

  My knees trembled so violently I would have collapsed had Nate not been at my side. He loosened my bonds as we moved in tandem. I thought for a moment he might free me so that I could rip off my mask and identify the phantom paddler but Nate was too fast.

  My hands were swept in front of me, bound again, but this time with a length of fabric Nate could obviously hold and control. He lifted me and tossed me on the bed, joining me only to secure my hands to the headboard so they stretched high above my head.

  So much for ripping off the blindfold. “Remind me not to give you any more neckties,” I said with a smirk.

  The bed sank as the third person climbed on. My breathing quickened. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

  What now?

  “Now you’re going to get a lick of a different kind,” Nate said. That Cheshire Cat smugness had returned to his voice.

  My pulse stampeded at the thought of a stranger eating my pussy. Who was this? Was Nate actually going to watch another man fuck me?

  “Spread your legs,” Nate commanded.

  When I did not immediately comply, he lifted them, holding my ankles effortlessly up and open. A torrid blush infused my cheeks that I was spread wide for a stranger’s view.

  “Nate—” I began but my protest caught in my throat when I felt the softest kiss touch my clit.

  I stilled.

  My breath froze in my lungs.

  Soft palms moved over my hips and bottom, moving inward and upward as thumbs opened my labial lips. The tip of a tongue flickered over my clit. Long locks of hair tickled my thighs.

  A woman! Oh my fucking God…

  A soft, sensuous kiss like that could only come from a woman’s lips. I sucked in a breath.

  Immediately my clit swelled, aching for more. I lifted my backside, pressing it toward the stranger’s mouth. She took the hint and her lips closed on my sensitive flesh. I cried out, already on the verge of coming.

  My pulse beat in hard, thick bursts and I clung to the strap holding my wrists. This was my fantasy. It had always been my fantasy.

  To be fucked by my husband and a woman at the same time.

  I’d experimented with bisexuality in college but, like most of my friends, hadn’t had the opportunity to re-experience it.

  Until now.

  Nate and I had always talked about having a ménage but that had only been a bedroom fantasy—dirty talk during sex. I never thought he’d act on it even though I had always secretly wanted it. Appreciation for him swelled through me.

  He pulled my knees down to my chest, spreading my thighs open impossibly wider, running his big hands over my legs and bottom as he spread me for my lover.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked.

  I could only voice a moan that told him without words that it did.

  “Do you like to have a woman eat your pussy?” he asked.

  My clit throbbed and my channel clenched. “Yes,” I cried, unable to think past the physical sensations coursing through my body.

  A probing finger joined the tongue, searching, searching. There. Oh yes, there. I had forgotten how easily a female sex partner could find my G-spot.

  Nate released my legs and soon afterward, I felt his hot, gentle mouth on my nipples, soothing their soreness.

  I took the opportunity to explore my female lover with my feet and calves, running them lightly over her naked, silky skin, delighted to discover that her build was similar to mine—fit but not overly so. I wanted to see her, to watch her eat my pussy.

  Her finger flickered against my G-spot and her mouth clamped down on my clit. I was on the verge of coming. Surging currents raced between my pussy and nipples and before I could suck in a breath, a wave of ecstasy unlike any orgasm I had ever felt crashed over me. I jerked against the bonds. My toes curled. Every muscle in my body tensed.

  I heard my own voice encouraging my lovers, leaving them without a doubt exactly how good they made me feel. Nate’s hands. Her hands. Nate’s mouth. Her mouth. It was too much. Wild moans came out of me but I was so deeply seated within myself it seemed as if the sounds were coming from somewhere outside me.

  She wrested every ounce of orgasm from me before I sagged limp and whimpering against the pillows.

  My head swam and I hardly had time to come back to my senses before Nate lifted me and turned me over onto my wobbly knees. A seductive, feminine giggle met my ears as the bed shifted.

  What next? I swallowed thickly.

  “Shall we continue?” Nate asked, skimming my spine from top to bottom with one fingertip. When he reached the base of my spine, he continued farther, his finger tracing my cleft and into my creamy pussy.

  I squirmed as the digit probed me and then slipped back out to circle my anus.

  The bed shifted again and my lady lover’s thigh touched mine as she came to my other side. Something soft and covered with fur teased the backs of my legs and my bottom. All the while, Nate’s finger prodded the entrance of my rosette. God, he knew I loved to be fingered in that hole but for it to be witnessed by a stranger was too much.

  I struggled and was instantly thwarted when he inserted his finger. All the way inside. I gasped and quivered.

  “I’m going to finger-fuck your ass while you get ten more licks, birthday girl,” Nate warned.

  I wanted to woot with excitement. Instead, I tightened in anticipation. The paddle flipped and I realized the other side was made of leather. That would leave a nice sting on my butt. I spread my legs a fraction wider, hoping—praying—she’d spank me with the leather side.

  She braced a hand on my back. A swoosh and then…

  Slap!

  I yelped as the leather slapped my skin. That’s gonna leave a mark. Searing heat swelled through my bottom. Nate’s finger worked its magic. I wanted to press my thighs together to assuage my clit but I did not dare move.

  “Eleven.”

  Another. Slap!

  I gnawed the pillowcase.

  “Twelve.”

  My heart beat in my throat. I wished my hands were free so I could rub my clit until I came again.

  And then Nate dealt the coup de grâce. He withdrew his finger. A cap snapped open and then I felt chilly lube drip onto my anus. He swirled it around and it was mere seconds before I realized he used the tingling kind. Exquisite torture. Oh hell, fuck yes!

  Two of his big fingers pushed inside the aperture, pumping slowly at first and then like a piston. It hurt but I welcomed it. Trying to relax to take his thick fingers was nearly impossible and yet I actually arched into the next blow, taking those fingers deep as the leather paddle swatted my ass.

  I hissed through my teeth.

  “Thirteen.”

  Unlucky thirteen. I began to wonder if I could take much more. My ass burned, inside and out. Literally.

  I spiraled inward until there was only the sweet torture being meted out to my bottom.

  Nathan numbered each lick. “Fourteen…fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…”

  Only two more. I could take two more.

  For now.

  “Oh God, oh God,” I mewled as another swat of the paddle landed on my bottom.

  “Nineteen.”

  One more. Oh fuck, I’m about to come.

  Hands rubbed my stinging ass cheeks, his and hers. Nate’s fingers worked my hole and then…

  Slap!

  “Twenty.”

  Female fingers found and massaged my clit and that was all it took.

  “I’m coming!” I cried, my voice muffled by the pillow. My hole seized Nate’s fingers as violent spasms racked my body. My clit pulsed in the woman’s hand and I rode the waves until at last they eddied away and subsided completely.

  I sagged onto my tummy.

  Vaguely I was aware of Nathan getting off the bed. His footsteps padded toward the bathroom.

  I was alone.
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  With her.

  Soft kisses peppered my offended bottom. Soft hands pampered my burning flesh. Flutters still shuddered in my channel. I was in utter ecstasy.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I had twelve more birthday spankings to go but right now, I only wanted to rest in a woman’s arms and enjoy my body.

  Female kisses moved up my back and I stretched out to give her full access. She straddled me and I felt her warm pussy press against my flaming buttocks. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to taste her.

  I was just about to tell her so when she drew my hair away from my nape and kissed the back of my neck. I sighed, loving the soft feel of her mouth, of her breasts pressed against my back and her pussy on my bottom. Women were so damn beautiful. So erotic and sensuous. I wished I wasn’t wearing this blindfold.

  Her limbs felt lean and trim against mine. I wanted to touch her, to run my hands over her skin while I kissed her mouth. There was nothing quite like kissing a woman’s sweet, pliable lips, feeling her tentative tongue teasing and receding. Of tasting my own pussy on her mouth.

  I shifted and she lifted off me just so I could turn onto my back and then her body was pressed against mine again. Breasts to breasts, pubis to pubis. I lifted my chin and her mouth sought mine. Our teeth clashed and I had to remind myself to gentle my pressure. This was not like kissing Nate’s strong mouth.

  The tip of her tongue grazed mine and I opened my lips for more. She moaned into my mouth. Her hand trailed down my cheek, my neck, over my collarbone to where she cupped the side of my breast. I arched, begging her without words to play with my nipple. When the pad of her thumb brushed it, my nipple grew diamond-hard.

  Frustration surged. I fought with my restraints but Nate had tied me too tightly. A whimper escaped my lips and my lover withdrew but only far enough for me to speak.

  “Untie me.”

  She tensed.

  “Untie me. I want to touch you,” I said again.

  This time, it was Nate’s strong hands I felt. One tug and my hands were free. My arms ached as I lowered them. I reached immediately for my stranger-lover. She felt exactly as I thought she would. Lean and supple in all the right places. Feminine. I explored her face with the curiosity of the blind. Full lips. Straight nose. Sharp cheekbones. But what color hair? What color eyes?