Summary: It's Percy Jackson's nineteenth birthday and his girlfriend has a surprise hidden up her sleeve.

Ratings: NC- 17

Authors' note: I've transformed this story into a series of one-shots because I couldn't think of a suitable title, so I apologize if you do not like the concept.

ObeliskX requested a Percabeth story where Annabeth is a dominant female that often takes control during sex. So, here you go and I hope you like it :)


The timid sound of a lock clicking into place rang throughout the silent apartment, followed by the sigh's of relief coming from the two demigods leaning against the front door.

Annabeth Chase turned her head to the right to peek at her knackered boyfriend. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and his left hand holding riptide in pen form.

"Out of all the times a pack of hellhounds could attack us, they just had to choose our anniversary."

Percy slowly peeled his eyes open and glanced at her with half lidded eyes. "And my nineteenth birthday."

"How was I suppose to fight when I'm wearing a dress?"

"Well speak for yourself, I have my fancy shoes on!" Percy protested childishly.

I rolled my eyes before walking ahead while tugging his hand. "Whatever, let's just forget it and you have to take a shower," She stated matter of factly.

"Why me?"

"Because I don't want monster dust littering my precious carpets," She remarked as she walked into the closet and tossed a white towel at him. "Shower, now!" She commanded sternly.

"Okay, okay. Sheesh." Percy said as he shut the bathroom door. He immediately turned on the water and began stripping off his clothes before getting into the steaming hot shower- excited to remove all the gunk from his body.

He closed his eyes as the water warmed him up, lathering up his jet black hair with shampoo as he thought about how he was going to make up for their ruined date. They haven't even reached the fancy restaurant yet!

Minutes passed and he heard the bathroom door open as Annabeth stepped inside. He figured she was just going to take off her makeup or something because it was unusual for her to shower with him. She always complained that he liked the water too hot and that he hogged it all and she got cold. Needless to say, he was surprised to hear her disrobing. He heard a small clink on the top of the toilet tank right before she pulled back the shower curtain back and stepped inside, evading the confined space.

He raised an eyebrow at her as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. "Couldn't wait for your turn, babe?"

She narrowed her gaze as she stepped closer to him while pouring body wash on a blue loofah "Shut up, I feel like a pile of crap with all the sticky monster slime stuck to my body." She stood in front of him and slung an arm around his neck. "Besides, I wanna give you, your birthday present."

He wrapped his arms around her naked waist. "What do you have planned?"

"That's for me know and for you to find out later ." She said kissing his nose before letting go of him but he refused so he pulled her back towards him.

"C'mon, tell me what it is." He murmured against the skin on her collarbone.

She sighed, setting her palms on his toned arms. " I was planning something, but if you're so damn impatient I guess I could compromise."

"Mmm…" he murmured against her shoulder, he actually knew exactly what is birthday present is. Her hand slid down his side and palmed his hardening cock. Her talented fingers had no trouble coaxing his cock to life as she cradled his sac and stroked his shaft with her soap-slicked hand, and her touch was like silk, caressing every inch of skin she could find down there and awakening a flame of arousal in his loins.

"Since it's your birthday, I'm driving tonight."

"If that's what you want, babe," He said as he relaxed, leaning into the tiled wall behind him, all too pleased to let her take the reins again.

She chuckled softly, lips closing over the center of his chest. Her tongue was so much hotter than the water as she made her way up to his collarbone, tonguing over the shallow hills and valleys until she arrived at my neck, where she began placing open-mouthed kisses over his throbbing pulse. He tilted his head back against the wall and closed his eyes to enjoy his girlfriend more freely. Her hand was now running up and down his fully erect shaft at a slow and sensuous pace. Every stroke was like heaven itself, and the water gliding down their bodies was beginning to feel hotter with every second, like his desire coming to a slow boiling point. As her hot lips lapped against his neck, he could only imagine them on his cock instead, burning fiery trails from the tip all the way down to his balls.

Fuck…

He was so lost in her slow but deliberate rhythm that he didn't notice her reach past the shower curtain to grab whatever it was that had clinked on the toilet earlier. He didn't notice till she grasped his wrists and slapped a set of handcuffs on them. As he opened his mouth in surprise, she raised his arms over his head and hooked the cuffs to the shower head above him.

He felt like an idiot when realization dawned on him that he was probably the only man in the world that allows for such a thing to be done. He could have unhooked it himself, but knowing how malicious Annabeth can be, who literally had him by the balls, would stop her actions and leave him feeling hot and bothered. But he still watched, however, as she descended to her knees and began planting open mouthed kisses at the base of his cock.

"Shit." He breathed as she dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft and swept it over the tip.

"Mmm…" she hummed against him, subtle vibrations teasing him as she continued to lavish him with her tongue. "You have no idea...how long I have been waiting to do this."

I groaned at her words, hips gravitating toward her mouth.

"You want this pretty bad, don't you?" He answered her with another moan as she slowly pushed his cock against his belly and tongued his sac. He grit his teeth and tugged at the cuffs, eager to feel her swallow him like she has done a couple times before.

She looked up at him, hand still pressing his erection to his belly, dragging her tongue up his sac. "Well?" She said innocently. He looked down to her questioningly, seeing the seduction in her eyes. "Do you want it, handsome?" She took another taste.

"Yeah..." He said slowly, holding himself in check as she continued to tease him ruthlessly.

She smirked and in another second that hot mouth of hers was all over him. She didn't hold back, placing one hand on his hip -tracing random patterns over his hipbone- and wrapping the other around his shaft. He didn't struggle, even if receiving oral sex with his arms stretched high in the air was sort of awkward. Her mouth just felt so damn good.

"That's it… just like that babe…"

He tilted his head back and moaned towards the ceiling, water splashing in his face as the tension in his groin built up to a boil, threatening to overflow at any second. Annabeth knew he was close when his arms tensed in the cuffs and he couldn't keep himself quiet

"Fuck!" He growled, arching his back and tensing his arms in the cuffs. "Fuck, Annabeth… I'm almost there… shit!"

And of course, she chose that exact moment to stop. He whined and twitched, stumbling on the precipice of his orgasm and biting his lip, panting in frustration. He slacked against the cuffs and they dug into his wrists- doesn't hurt but it probably would leave an indent on his skin. He looked down to see her standing, and he wondered what else she had in mind for him.

Annabeth gave me a small smile- the sexy one that drives him over the edge- before she turned and picked the discarded shower puff up. She began cleaning herself as if he wasn't even present.

He squirmed in the cuffs, eager to feel her touch again. She ignored him, avoiding his questioning eyes as she began to clean herself. She dragged the soapy shower puff over her arms, slowly, one by one. He figured she was doing this to tease him, to back him off of his orgasm so she could drag it out and have her fun. He stilled himself, taking a deep breath. She would be done eventually. He just had to wait it out.

But goddamn, it was hard when having a boner.

She moved down, between her breasts and onward to her belly, where she rubbed the puff around in slow circles while she closed her eyes, enjoying herself. Inch by inch, she moved it up to her left breast, washing it with slow and deliberate motions. Her other hand came up as well, rubbing her other breast sensuously. Her skin was slicked with white foam and her hand slid smoothly over it, pushing away the frothy suds that hid her pert nipple from his vision. She groaned and bit her lip as she pinched it between her fingers, rolling it gently. Her other hand dropped the shower puff and she slid her slender hand palm-down over her belly and directly to her mound. Soon she was moaning and writhing as she pleasured herself, fingers slipping down into her wet slit and rubbing her clit in frantic circles.

He felt myself straining against the cuffs again, almost in a subconscious reaction to his desire for her. His cock absolutely ached to be inside her tight little cave. She looked as though she meant to get herself off, right here in front of him, while he couldn't do a damn thing about it except watch. Her fingers began moving at a more frantic pace and just as he thought she was about to reach her peak, she lifted her gaze to his, licking her lips as she pleasured herself. His heart jumped while his cock twitched due to arousal.

"Annabeth…" he groaned, yanking brutally at the cuffs. Fuck she was hot, what he wouldn't do to have his hands on that body, his fingers inside her, his mouth pleasuring her.

And then she stopped. Dropped their heated stare and stopped, as though nothing had happened. Her composure was back in an instant and she turned her back to him, bending elegantly to pick up the ditched shower puff. He worked once again to get himself under control as she began to clean her legs. He slowed his ragged breathing and leaned back against the wall. All he could see at this angle was her back and her bottom, glistening with water and soap. Shadowed between her legs, he could just barely see her neatly trimmed sex peeking out. Had he not been chained up, he would have driven home right there, right into that tight heat. He fought to keep his breathing in check, reminding himself that she would finish her torture soon enough and that maybe she would reward him for good composure.

Soon enough, after turning to face him and washing her hair, unbound breasts swaying as her raised arms worked her scalp; she looked at him once again.

"Oh! I must have completely forgotten you were there!" she said, feigning innocence with a mischievous smirk. "How terribly rude of me… I guess it's your turn now hmm?" She stepped closer to him and pressed her body to mine.

He hissed at the contact, his erection pressed against her thigh. He pressed himself into her and internally cheered as she dragged her hands down his sides.

She started to wash him then, continuing her mean little game. He didn't complain as she ran her hands over his broad shoulders and across his chest. At least now he was getting some love. He ground his hips slowly against her, reveling in the tiny electric sensations her slick skin provided.

She washed the tendrils of suds away and kissed a trail in their wake, stroking his skin with her hands. More than once, she teasingly went close to his erection, sometimes taking a moment to stroke it firmly with her hand, making him gasp at the sudden contact before she pulled away and resumed her task. She kissed her way down to his belly and in moments, her face was at eye level with his cock. She looked up at him, his eyes fixated on her in anticipation, wanting to see her taste him again, to see her mouth envelop his cock.

"That's it, baby…" He sighed, attempting to urge her on without making it obvious that he is begging for it. But she only smirked, kissed the tip and stood back up.

"I'm far from done with you, handsome. And you're not allowed to come until I say so." She smiled cutely at him and took his cock lightly in her hand. Her words made him itch with need. "I think you're pretty clean. Are you ready for the bedroom?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. Apparently, letting her drive was a bad idea. Well for him, she seems to thoroughly enjoy his misery.

"Alright then." She turned off the water and gently coaxed his cuffed arms from off the shower head. He stretched them as much as he could as she led him out of the shower by the cuff chain. She toweled him off, careful to not allow him to touch her, and wrapped a towel around herself before leading him into the bedroom.

She released her grip on the cuffs and closed the bathroom door.

She doesn't let him talk anymore when she launched herself at his fully naked body, her lips attaching to his. Our chests crash as our mouths do, our tongues sliding past one another in a passionate kiss. She has got him pressed up against the door within seconds, our hips moving against each other. He sucks on her lower lip, mumbling, "Happy Anniversary, babe."

She grinned, hands going from his neck to his damp hair, getting tangled in it. Percy, taking advantage of his freedom, uses both of his chained hands to unravel the towel and letting the material fall between them.

She suddenly released him and jutted her finger towards the king sized bed stationed in the middle of our bedroom, "Get on the bed."

He glanced at her warily, but complied, sitting awkwardly on the bed with his hands enchained before him.

She had produced a key as his back was turned, and his eyes lit up at the prospect of finally being able to touch her. "Lie on your back," she commanded, and he did so.

She knelt beside him on the bed and he gasped when she gave my manhood a few firm strokes as it flagged in the cool air. He held out his hands hesitantly, hoping she would unlock him finally. Surprisingly, she pressed her breasts into them, climbing atop of him and straddling his stomach as he smirked and started to play along, momentarily forgetting about his unattended needs.

Oh her breasts were perfect. Just the right size to fit into his hands, full but not too perky. He gave them a gentle squeeze and rolled her nipple in his hands before he flicked his thumbs over them lightly. Her startled gasp spurred him on and he rolled them between his fingers, squeezing them and pulling them just enough to make her moan. The sound made his cock ache and he wished desperately he could grind it onto her sex, but he focused his attention on her as she pulled a pillow beneath his head and pushed her chest to my face, inviting him to take one of those succulent nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck, you taste delicious," He murmured, his face pressed to her chest.

She sits up straight, giving him a look to stay still. She trailed a slender finger down his chest and paused on his abs. She made eye contact with him, grinding into him once more as she moved her hands to trace his six pack abs. Percy's mouth parts, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. She smirk, pressing her body against his to hiss into his ear. "Stay still. You have to watch. I know you've been waiting all week to do this. Don't ruin it."

He rapidly nods his head, "'Kay, just...get with it."

"Patience Jackson."

She slowly ground her sex on his belly. She suddenly shifted, and much to his delight, positioned herself on his cock, grinding on it like her life depended on it. He could tell she was losing herself and gods, her wet slit felt so good as her nether lips enfolded his erection ever so slightly as it slid between them. He bucked up into her, half hoping he would bring her to climax and half hoping she would get on with it and just fuck him already before he lost his goddamn sanity from her endless teasing. He flicked his tongue over her nipples and pulled on them feverishly, grasping them tightly, albeit slightly awkwardly in his cuffed hands.

Her face was flushed and she was panting and moaning. Once more, he was convinced she was almost there. But she stopped. Once more, she regained her composure. He growled at the loss of contact and grasped desperately for her waist, but she caught his wandering hands.

He groaned. "Quit teasing…"

Glaring at her, he bit his tongue to keep from begging. She wanted to hear it, he could tell. But there was no way, not after all of her teasing antics. But despite the torment, He couldn't remember a single moment where he was this aroused. He absolutely could not hold himself still, and he squirmed as though somehow he could give himself the friction he desperately needed. He couldn't take his eyes from her amazing body, the light blush across her chest and the swollen lips of her sex, her clit poking out just so from between them. Her disheveled state made his cock twitch uncomfortably. He had to get his hands on that body…

She winked cheekily at him, eyeing him like a hungry animal as she swiftly pulled his arms over his head and scooted him up toward the headboard, resituating the pillow below his head. At least, she gave him one small comfort.

A few clicks later and she had unlocked one cuff and pulled it around one of the decorative vertical pillars in their headboard, snapping it down on his wrist again. He laid there, completely bare and exposed as she stood back to observe him.

"Hold up. I forgot something," she said simply as she turned and walked to the door, casually grabbing her robe on the way out.

He sagged. Seriously? Get him all worked up and just leave him here? He wasn't just horny, he was pissed too.

Pissed off and horny as hell. He took a deep, calming breath and began thinking of how he was going to escape the cuffs. It seemed she took the key with her, and he doubts she would have left a spare anywhere in reach. He fiddled with the small wood pillar he was anchored to, testing it to see if it could possibly be unscrewed. Seemed it was glued pretty solid, so he began yanking on it, but the angle was weird and he didn't have enough leverage to break it. His head rapidly filled with thoughts of all the things he was going to do to her when he got out, taking her completely by surprise.

He took a deep, calming breath and began thinking of how he was going to escape the cuffs. It seemed she took the key with her, and he doubts she would have left a spare anywhere in reach. He fiddled with the small wood pillar he was anchored to, testing it to see if it could possibly be unscrewed. Seemed it was glued pretty solidly, so he began yanking on it, but the angle was weird and he didn't have enough leverage to break it. All the while his head swimming with thoughts of all the things he was going to do to her when he got out, taking her completely by surprise.

Just as he began adjusting his weight and turning himself around to get better leverage, the door creaked opened. He quickly repositioned himself and laid complacently on the bed. She seemed to take no notice as she approached the bed, carelessly shedding her robe as she produced something from her pocket.

It appeared to be a simple black ring, made of leather, not quite a half inch thick with a diameter wide enough to fit his wrist snugly. It looked like a bracelet, actually. It had snaps to hold it together, and had he not been restrained already, he would have thought it was a wrist shackle. He had no idea how she planned to use it. He gazed at her suspiciously as she held it up before him.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

"Doesn't look like anything special," He replied, feigning disinterest. If he was being honest, he was more interested in eyeballing certain parts of her body than the mystery object she was holding.

"Oh, it's special alright. You'll see."

His lips set into a thin line at her words, but otherwise, I pretended not to care.

"Close your eyes, Jackson."

He did as she asked, and felt her cover my eyes with the wide band that tied her robe. She secured it behind his head and he was now completely blinded. His demigod senses were on high alert as she trailed her fingertips down his chest, over his stomach, and down his shaft. She lingered there for a moment, drawing a light hiss from the back of his throat before she drew away.

Goddammit, not again...

Moments later, her hand returned, this time clutching his shaft in full. She climbed up on the bed and balanced herself. He bucked lightly into her hand and she didn't stop him, but he faltered when he felt her slip something odd over his cock. From the lack of rubber, he definitely knew it was not a condom.

What was she…?

She pushed it down to the base and, gently, taking care not to hurt his genitals, looped it around behind his sac and above his cock, clasping it together. It suddenly clicked.

That ring she was holding… was a fucking cock ring, of all things.

It sat snugly around his package, squeezing him firmly but not till it's making me uncomfortable. He could feel his cock getting tensed, taut and rigid from that simple ring. It felt weird and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He almost wished he could have seen how ridiculous it looked, but dislodging the blindfold proved to be more difficult than he anticipated. She chuckled quietly, crawling up and placing her face near his ear.

"How does that feel, handsome?" she whispered in his ear. "Looks awfully nice on you. Makes it look even bigger… I can't wait to fill myself with it." Her words were like fire. She flicked her tongue out and caressed his earlobe, drawing it into her mouth and sucking gently. The sensation traveled straight to his groin and he squirmed as she sighed softly into his ear- her hot breath causing goose bumps to rise.

She rubbed his stomach in slow circles, traveling lower and lower while her tongue was ever active on his ear. She breathed and gasped into it, making him writhe almost involuntarily. Her hand was on his inner thigh now, sliding between his open thighs and cupping his ball sack. He tensed as she touched him, cradling him and massaging him ever so lightly, traveling up to his shaft and caressing it with her fingertips, teasingly. He bit is lip and groaned. His hips moved against her hand, his body undulating with each breath he struggled to take against her hot tongue, whispering to him all the things she wanted to do to him, whispering how wet she was… how much she wanted him...

Every single nerve in his body was on fire, every light caress was like an electric shock. Her clever hands revealed all of his most sensitive spots, unraveling him like ribbons with every touch of her fingertips. He was barely even aware that he was crying out, more vocal than he had ever been, as he thrashed and pulled against his restraints.

He needed her, needed to touch her, needed to fuck her aimlessly and make her scream and cry his name over and over until nothing made sense anymore.

"Annabeth… please…" He pleaded. The words passed his lips before he even realized he was thinking them. "Baby...I really need you..."

"You'll need it when I'm good and ready for you to need it, babe," she murmured into his ear, taking firm hold of his erection and pumping it vigorously. The sensation was too much that he narrowly can comprehend what she was saying.

His mouth fell open and he let loose a throaty moan. It felt so good it almost hurt, and for the first time that night she claimed his lips. Every sound he made was lost to her mouth as she jerked furiously at his hardness. There was no way he was going to be able to last through this. Her tongue mingled with his and he was lost in pleasure.

"Fuck, Anna…" He huffed onto her lips. "Baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what?"

She stopped.

Again.

"Fuck!" He wrenched fiercely at the cuffs, ignoring the pain as they dug into his wrists. His eyes snapped open and he cursed, having forgotten about the fucking blindfold. He wished he could tear out of the damn things, wished he had never allowed her to take control of the situation. She grasped his jaw in her slender hand and kissed him passionately as she straddled his stomach. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest as he continued to strain fruitlessly and it only made him want her more. His cock almost hurt with need.

"Before I let you come tonight, there are two things you need to do for me," she whispered breathlessly against his lips. Her kiss did not pause. "First, you need to get me off. That shouldn't be such a problem for you, hmm?" She did not allow him to answer as her tongue invaded his mouth. "Second, you need to beg. Beg for me to fuck you, beg for me to put that thick cock in me… beg for me to let you come. Do you understand?"

This time, she allowed him to speak. He tried to collect himself. He loathed the idea of begging, but he'd already caught himself doing it before. "And what makes you think I'm going to beg for you?"

"You'll beg, or I'll leave you here just the way you are, hot and horny with no way get off."

He leaned his head back to look at her, regardless of the blindfold, he was dumbfounded. There was no way she would do that.

"Don't tempt me, handsome. You'll beg. Or I'll go. Understood?"

He didn't want to take that chance. "…understood."

She leaned down to his ear, her voice low and dark. "Now, tell me how much you want to eat me out."

He shivered. Damn her for knowing how sensitive my ears were. She was impossible to resist. The thought of tasting her, warm and soft and wet, slippery with her own need… oh god did he wants this.

"So bad. I want it so bad, baby."

"How bad?"

He chews his lip. "I want to eat you out so fucking bad…"

"And?"

Squeezed his eyes shut, wishing to hell she wasn't so good at this. He took a deep breath. "…I want to slide my fingers deep inside you…" He whispered. "…I want to feel how wet you are… and finger fucks you while I drag my tongue over your clit… over and over… wild and hot… until you come for me."

She moaned quietly into his ear and he shuddered again. She was clearly enjoying this. "Tell me more…"

"I want to make you hot, make you squirm…" He panted, unable to believe the words coming from his own mouth, "Make you call my name again and again as you come, unable to even think…"

"That's it, Jackson." Her voice was breathy with need. His words were working her good. "That's what I like to hear."

And before he knew it, she was straddling his face, her warm mound pressed to his lips which he opened immediately to her body. The scent of her, the feel of her heat was intoxicating and he didn't hesitate. He ran his tongue up her soaking wet slit, parting it slightly as he sought out her clit. Impatient, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed it to her. He all but attacked her full force, caressing her folds with his lips, flicking her clit with his tongue. Above him, she threw her head back and cried out, already insane with want as she finally let her defenses down, unleashing her desires in a verbal torrent. Her other hand fumbled at his wrists and she did her best to steady herself as she unlocked one of them, quickly snapping the empty cuff to the headboard.

In the span of three years in their relationship, he knew exactly what she wanted and he was all too happy to reach for her, stroking her entrance with two fingers before he pushed past her lips and into her hot walls. Holy shit she was wet.

Holy fucking shit.

With the assistance of his fingers, it wasn't hard at finding her G-spot and he frantically pressed against it, thrusting his fingers in and out first slowly, and then faster, picking up the pace to match the pace at which he lavished her clit. She gasped as he fucked her with his hand, hitting her in exactly the right spot every time, his name ripping from her throat in such a feral tone it set his loins on fire.

That simple black ring she had slipped over his package did nothing but intensify his need, his cock was positively engorged and throbbing so bad he thought he would go insane if she didn't get him off soon. It was motivating enough to keep the pace on his fingers and mouth, to keep the sounds falling from her lips, and fuck, she turned him on so bad.

He took heart in knowing that if he just played her game a bit longer if he just gave her what she wanted, she would give him what he wanted, desperately. He enclosed his lips around her clit and flicked it in earnest as she ground into him. She was close. Any second now…

"Oh… god… PercyBaby..." she groaned, going stiff against him, fingers tangling and pulling in his hair. He didn't care, though.

In just a few minutes, it would be his turn. He continued to tease her until her hand clenched against his head and she shuddered in silent protest for him to stop. He relaxed against the pillow and did his best to wait patiently for her to come down from her high. Not wasting a second, she tiredly replaced the cuffs on his free arm.

Panting hard against him, her composure regained quickly as she slid back down to straddle his abdomen. Gently, she wiped her cum off his jaw. He peered up at her, allowing the tiniest bit of affectionate desire show through in his eyes. She dismounted his and positioned herself between his legs, tracing her fingers over the leather strap encircling his cock and balls.

"Did I mention yet how much I love the way this looks on you? You should wear it all the time. Especially when you're naked." He didn't reply, so she continued. "I love how it makes you stand so much taller, so much prouder, so much more… delicious. Does it feel good?"

He was unsure how to answer her. He supposed he enjoyed the way it intensified his desire for her.

"Tell me, handsome. Does it feel good?" She gave the ring a gentle squeeze. "If you're not interested, I could just leave you be."

"It feels… it feels good," He reluctantly sighed.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Good. Now tell me… how does this feel?" She placed a hand on him and began to gently pump my erection. Goddamn her for knowing him so well, for realizing how much he loved it when she touched him like that.

He breathed a sigh of pleasure. "Yes…"

"And this…?" She ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip.

"Oh my god yes…"

"Tell me, Percy, how bad do you want me right now?"

"Annabeth, please…"

"Tell me."

"Bad…"

"I'm not convinced."

"Annabeth… baby… I want you so bad it hurts…" He implored, wanting desperately for her torture to just end already. He was lax in the restraints, both physically and emotionally drained from struggling.

"Mmm… that's more like it. Do you want me to fuck you?" She took the head into her mouth.

"Ahh..mm… yes…" He hissed and rolled his hips against her.

"I bet you do…" she murmured. "You want me on top of you, teasing you with my heat…"

"Annabeth…"

"You want it so bad you can almost feel it happening… the tip of your cock pushing into me…"

"God, yes…"

She crawled back over him, her sex hovering just inches above his aching manhood as she captured his lips with her own.

"Beg for it," she whispered into his mouth.

"Please, Annabeth… please fuck me," He felt like a mindless robot, chanting words to her as she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth.

"Beg," she commanded.

"I need you so badly right now… I need you so bad it's driving me insane… please…"

She only chuckled against him, dipping her hips just enough to brush his length with her sex.

"Fuck, baby… I…"

He stuttered as his emotions and desires consumed him. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. Any moment and he were going to lose it and explode.

"Please, Annabeth… I'll do whatever you want," He whimpered. "Please fuck me… I need this…" He closed his eyes as she kissed her way from his mouth to his neck. He needed her so bad he was getting emotional about it.

What had he done to receive this merciless torture?

She reached between us and took his shaft in her hand.

"Please… fuck me…" He begged one last time, his voice soft, vulnerable… defeated.

And just as he thought he had lost it, he felt her wet lips on the tip of his cock. Slowly, painfully slowly, she guided herself down onto his length. He gasped as an involuntary moan fell from his lips, mouth hanging open.

Holy shit.

"Oh… god… oh god yes…" He breathed, afraid to open his eyes for fear it would end. Inch by precious inch she inserted him in her heat and he saw fucking stars. She was careful not to go too fast, intent on prolonging this moment. Were it not for that goddamn cock ring, he would have came right there after she had teased him for seemingly hours. Her pace was almost in slow motion as she rose and fell on his erection, coming all the way off it just to slide it back home again. I heard her sigh in pleasured contentment.

He couldn't recall the last time he'd felt such complete and utter bliss. Never in his life had sex felt this good. She was slick, she was hot, she was tight, and she was completely his. 'Finally' was all he could think, over and over again in his pleasure hazed mind. It felt so damn good, words can't even describe. This was everything sex should be. He was swamped with sweet emotion and sublime pleasure, the epitome of making love.

He felt her gentle fingers on his and he was only dimly aware that she was unlocking the cuffs before his hands fell limp on the bed. His arms were sore and tired, but he allowed them no rest, knowing somehow that he was finally free. He peeled off the blindfold, delighting in the sight of her before him. She was beautiful. Her breasts moved gently with the sway of her bare body and the roll of her hips. He placed his hands on her hips to slow her and began to take over. The feeling was incredible, but he staved off my orgasm to just make this absolutely perfect moment last.

Above him, she panted and moaned as though lost in a trance. But he'd been on his back all night, and the only thing that could have made this moment better would have been for him take the reins. So he did just that.

He pulled her close to my chest and slowly rolled her over, taking care not to let myself slip out of her heat. I had her on her back, gazing at the blissful expression on her perfect face, traveling down to the rhythmic bouncing of her breasts as he rocked against her, and further still to glimpse her folds parted around. At the sight of her, he felt awash with heat, gasping as he couldn't help but pick up the pace. His cock and balls strained against the ring she had placed there as his pleasure rapidly began to boil over.

He presses his chest harder against hers so their hearts pound against each other. He brought her legs around his hips, hooking her ankles together. He kicks the pace up a notch. The bed starts to shake back and forth. The headboard makes a quiet thumping noise against the wall. He presses roughly into her hips, banging her hipbones. She groaned when hearing a loud thud coming from behind her.

"Percy. . . The bed. . . You're-," He silenced her with a passionate kiss.

"I know, I know. I'll be careful." He dismisses her warning, speaking into her mouth while thrusting harder.

Faster and faster he took her until she was crying out his name and fisting her hands in the sheets. It wouldn't be long now. He was right on the brink and he allowed his orgasm to finally surge forth, losing his rhythm as he fucked her frantically.

A throaty growl leaves her throat as her body writhes beneath him; the sounds of the bed creaking suddenly quieter with the sound of their moans and sighs taking over. A light coating of sweat starts to cover her body, feeling his hips slide more against Annabeth's. His teeth nip her earlobe while he breathes out through his nose, tickling her skin. A half laugh, half moan comes out of her mouth in response.

One low huff comes out of his mouth before he calls out her name loudly as he plunges the deepest inside her and climaxes. A constant massaging of her sensitive spot and the feeling of all his muscles tensing pitches Annabeth over the edge, purring out "Perseus" loud enough for the two of them. His mind goes fuzzy and nothing registers but pleasure and release. Euphoria clouded his senses and his world centered around nothing but the insane amount of sensation erupting in his loins. It felt so good it fucking hurt, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He gasped and sputtered nonsensical sounds as his cock throbbed, each spurt of his seed creating an explosion behind his closed eyes

He rode out his orgasm for what felt like an eternity. His arms trembled as he held himself atop her. It was by sheer force of will that he was able to simply pry open his eyes and see how she was doing. The dim light in the room was blinding and he felt drowsy and high like someone had slipped sleep inducing drugs into his body. The strap around his softening erection was rapidly becoming uncomfortable, and he mindlessly clawed at the contraption till the snaps came undone and it fell on the bed.

Groaning with effort, he untangled himself from her and collapsed in a heap on the bed beside her, bewildered and panting. He looked over to see her smiling at him. For a while, we just laid there, content to lie in a well-sated silence. There were a million things he wanted to say, about her, about the sex, about how much he was in love… but none of it felt right. Right now, the moment was perfect. They could talk about it in the morning. He pressed Annabeth's back against his front and cuddled close while his eyes slowly eased shut.