Title: Happy Anniversary
Chapter 3 - Year Three Leather
~Dedicated to Jill Swinburne~
~TRADITIONAL GIFT = LEATHER~
"I don't care! Just get it done!" Mac's angry voice bellows into the speaker phone, late Friday night. He presses the button and then slams the desk with his open palm, drawing a small gasp from his wife as she enters his office with a few files in hand.
"What on earth?"
"Tough day," Mac huffs as he runs his hands through his hair and curses. "Stella, its late...damn it's almost ten you said you were going home two hours ago? Why are you still here?"
"I'm stubborn like you," Stella replies as she places the files on his desk. "You better not be planning to work another hour."
"I told you this was going to be a long night!" His voice snaps as her face saddens.
"You have been snippy to me all week Mac, what the hell is going on?"
"Nothing...just...frustrated and...it's been tense and home and this week..."
"And you feel I have been neglecting you but you can't say anything because you love me too much?" Stella gently asks.
"You haven't been neglecting me. I know our anniversary is on Saturday, tomorrow and I haven't had time to...am I neglecting you?"
"No."
Mac looks at her in frustration before he turns around. "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Sorry to have yelled at you."
"I know."
"Still love me?" He asks in wonder.
Stella just shakes her head, taking in her husband's tense posture and clenched fists. Then without saying another word, she walks up to him, takes him by the hand and starts to lead him out of his office.
"Stella? Where are w..."
"Just shut up and come with me Mac," Stella lightly growls as she leads him toward the basement stairs to go down. She heads for the abandoned locker rooms, pushes him inside and locks the door behind them.
"What is..." Mac tries once more as Stella tugs as his shirt and pulls him toward an empty shower stall, pushing him toward the wall. Mac turns to face her but before he even has a chance to react, Stella has one wrist cuffed and then the second, both above his head, attached to the shower hook, keeping his body trapped in the empty shower stall.
"What the hell?" Mac angrily demands as he struggles in vain before his wife. "Stella! Whare you doing?"
"Mac, I said shut up!" Stella demands with a slight smile tugging at her lips as her eyes start to feast on her husband's trapped body. "This is our anniversary week Mac; and you have been a bad boy working all week, and neglecting me, sexually."
"But..."
"So now it's time for some punishment, Stella style."
"You can't leave me like this," Mac moans as he watches Stella turn to leave. "Damn it Stella! I said I was sorry." But when he watches her close and lock the second door for added privacy and then turn to him with a smile as her fingers start to slowly unbutton her blouse, his body starts to harden in all the right places.
"You know neglecting your wife is a very dangerous game to play," Stella warns as she walks back up to him, slowly pulling her blouse from her dress pants, her erect nipples straining at the black satin that houses them as her fingers tease him by touching the erect nubs, knowing he's unable. She presses into her husband's captured frame, his hard erection pressing against her leg, begging for a much needed sexual release. "Bad Mac."
"We can't in he..." Mac starts only to be silenced by his wife's mouth, covering his with warm kisses, ensuring his words were kept to muffled protests. She forces him back up against the tiled wall, her fingers on his zipper, slowly pulling it lower and feeling his hard groin.
"God Stella..." Mac groans as her fingers linger on his swollen member, tempting him further but not allowing him access to her just yet. "Please Stella...I need you," he begs as her fingers start to slowly unbutton the top of his dress shirt, his pants open and now around his ankles.
"I should just leave you like this," she whispers into his ear before the tip of her tongue dips into the grove of his soft flesh, forcing his body to buckle in sheer delight.
"Please..." he begs, his erection painful and begging for her. "I'm sorry."
"Promise me Mac, right here. No more working so late that we go an entire week with only one night of sex. I don't care what other couples do."
Mac looks at her and just shakes his head. "Trust me it'll never happen again...please Stella, I need you right now," he begs as his captive wrists tug on the handcuffs keeping him securely in place. "Let me go?"
"No way, you stay like that until I'm ready to let you go," she tells him as her hands continue to feel his body, taking delight as his body hardens and arches under her firm touching.
"Ple..." Mac tries once more only to have is wife's mouth hungrily devour his, her fingers unzipping her own dress pants and pushing them down; her own body wet in anticipation of their union. She finally pushes down his underwear and gasps when his member enters her. She pushes him back against the tiles, one hand firmly clutching his sweaty strands and the other gripping his naked side, under his now lightly damp dress shirt. Her fingers gently dig into his soft smooth flesh, pinning his strong body between the wall and her own frame.
"Stella..." Mac groans as her pelvic area responds in kind to his thrusting, her fingers gripping tighter as their rhythm increases. "Can't...hold you," he mumbles as his tongue forces its way between her teeth and his lips continue to assault her with warm kisses. However, with the strength of his legs, he wraps one around hers, keeping her trapped as he continues to thrust into her. Her pelvis responds by internally gripping his member and his body hardens even further, forcing her to feel his power one more time.
"Mac...oooh that feels...good...more!" Stella begs as climax nears. Knowing they are still in their place of employment; and despite the doors being locked, neither offer too much in the way of loud verbal offerings. "Mac!" Stella gasps as Mac delivers one last powerful thrust and both of them are suddenly still; breathing hard and hearts racing.
"Wow Stella," Mac pants as her body is still pressed up against his, his wrists still trapped above his head. "That was..."
"A real first..."
"Kinda like the changing room last year?" Mac arches his brows.
"Yes you seem to perform well in small spaces," she teases and he smirks.
"Funny. I sure needed this."
"Who says I did that for you?" She smiles as she brushes some sweaty hair off his forehead. "I needed that just as much. All sleep and no play makes Stella a dull girl. Would you want a dull Stella?" She challenges.
"That could never be possible," he praises and she beams.
"Good to hear it handsome."
Mac smiles at her as he pulls on his wrists once more and then frowns as she slowly pulls away and then starts to clean herself up for the public offering in a few minutes. "Stella?" Mac asks with some uncertainty as she makes no attempt to free him. "When um...are you going to undo these?"
"Morning."
"What?" Mac asks weakly and she just smirks as she plants one more kiss on his salty lips.
"Would teach you a lesson."
"I said I was sorry. Please Stella, before someone finds me like this."
"Mac..."
"I could order you," he reminds her.
"You and what leverage?" She arches a brow and he softly curses.
"Fine," he resigns. "I learnt my lesson. No more working till early morning hours the week of our anniversary. Now will you let me go?"
"Only that week?" She teases. "On one condition," Stella states, crossing her arms as she faces her captive husband.
"Anything."
"When we walk out that door, we are heading straight for home; together."
"Kinda hard to concentrate on anything now. Thank you," he resigns as she nears him; his face flushed with an after sex glow. But instead of just letting him go; allowing him to clean himself up, she does it, fixing his underwear back in place, hiding his still swollen member, zipping up his dress pants before letting her fingers linger on his cuffed wrists.
"Did you like this?"
"Did you know how fast I came?" Mac retorts as she finally frees him. He quickly grabs her and pulls her close, his strong arms keeping her captive against his lightly damp body. "I love you," he whispers as he kisses her on the mouth. "I am sorry if I made you feel neglected this week. Let's go home."
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Mac was the first to awake; a warm smile still attached to his lips from their latest sexual adventure the night before. He looks over at his wife and smiles, her beautiful face at rest, her body carefully hidden by the sheets. Her aggressive nature toward their intimate routines, ensured he was always kept guessing, wanting more and doing anything to keep her satisfied; which of course resulted in his own satisfaction. He watches her starting to slowly awaken, his mind now wondering what she'll think of his anniversary gift. Was it too daring? It was for me. Will she like it? YES! His brain screams, his lips still curled upward.
Stella slowly awakens the next morning to see Mac looking at her with a warm smile. "Mac?"
"Morning," he warmly greets her as he kisses the top of her nose. "Sleep well?"
"I did," she mumbles as she eases on to her back and slightly stretches, Mac's lips lowering to offer her a good morning kiss. "Did you?"
"After last nights um..."
"Sex in the bathroom? At work?"
"Yes that," he smiles as his fingers start to play with some stray curls, moving them off her forehead before he places a warm kiss on it. "Kinda hard not to sleep well. Happy Anniversary."
"Happy Anniversary."
"So what are we going to do today?" Mac asks in wonder.
"Linger in bed, having sex."
"And you get after me for my gutter mind," Mac teases.
"Kinda hard not to," she retorts as she grabs a handful of his t-shirt and forces his lips to hers and then playfully pushes him back. "What do you want to do?"
"Why do I get the feeling you already have something planned?"
"Well you are boss for a reason," she counters and he shakes his head.
"Stella..."
"This morning is open."
"Want to see my present?" Mac asks eagerly.
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm why so eager? You haven't even asked about mine," Stella smiles. "And you have that look."
"What look?"
"That look you have right now," she lightly chuckles. "Trying to play innocent but you have something wicked up your sleeve."
"Me?" Mac asks in mock innocence. "Well?"
"I'd love to see it."
"You can show me mine later," he suggests.
Mac slowly pushes himself out of bed and hurries to the closet, bringing out a small red gift bag and then standing before the bed.
"Mac?" Stella arches a brow, his body already starting to betray himself to her. "You are getting hard already?"
"Can't help it," Mac replies with a flushed face as he slowly hands her the gift bag. Stella takes the bag and then pulls out the top tissue paper and then pulls out an item and looks up at Mac in shock.
"Mac...I..." she stammers as she looks at the leather outfit in her hands. "It's a...leather..."
"Do you like it?" Mac asks sheepishly.
"Where did you...get this?"
"On line?" He replies with a soft whisper as he watches her inspect it. "Do you like it?"
"I'll let you know," Stella smiles as she takes the item and then hurries out of the room.
"Stella?"
"Be right back."
Mac slowly sits down on the edge of the bed, his heart racing with sexual anticipation but his mind wondering if perhaps it was too bold. I wonder if she'll use it again?
Stella looks at the item and smiles, not able to get undressed fast enough. "This is certainly a first for us and for him," she whispers as she pulls on the racy leather teddy and looks at herself in the mirror, a devilish grin starting to play upon her lips. She looks again in the mirror, knowing the item is going to drive her waiting husband crazy but also feeling a certain sexual prowess starting to over take her; sexually liberating. It wasn't overly racy, but sexy enough and as she slowly pulls the door open, wonders what else her husband happened to purchase when he was alone.
"Stella?" Mac asks softly as he hears the bathroom door open. He watches as his wife comes and stands in the doorway, his lips automatically curling and his erection automatically growing. "I um...wow...Stella you look..."
"Tell me Mac, what else did you buy online when you were alone?"
"Just that..." Mac gulps as Stella walks up to him. She uses her legs to push his open and then stands before him looking down.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Feels amazing Mac," Stella whispers as her hands start to gently slide up and down the plush leather holding her together.
Mac feels his groin stiffen as she slowly eases him back and his hands can't get his t-shirt off fast enough, his underwear already wet in anticipation of entry.
"It has strategic snaps," she refers to the crotch area that Mac's fingers fumble with so that he can gain access.
"You look so amazing," Mac whispers as his hands wrap around her thighs and pull her down on top of him. Her lips already assaulting his with hungry early morning kisses. "Wow this feels..."
"It feels amazing," Stella whispers as the leather starts to heat up further from sweat and body temperature. Mac pushes into her once more as her fingers grasp the back of his head, her lips moving lower to his neck and hungrily nibbling, forcing his mouth to offer groans of delight.
His fingers gently tug her curls, leading her lips back to his, his tongue forcing its way between her lips, silencing any soft moans her brain was offering. His sweaty fingers teased the leather, forcing her body to arch further into his; his body responding in kind. His fingers grasp the sweaty leather, loving the feeling of the course frabic that has melded with perfect skin; skin teasing the tips of his fingers when they would find a spot and press down. His hands finally make their way to her hips and squeeze, forcing her body to contract as he thrusted.
"Wow..." Mac gasps as her body forces his to respond faster.
"Come to me Mac..." Stella begs as their near climax, his body pushing faster into his. "Harder Mac," Stella begs one more time.
"Stella!" Mac gasps as he offers one last thrust and their morning sexual adventure is complete; his wife's curls teasing his bare chest.
"Oh I'm hot," Stella gently pants as she feels beads of sweat trapped between her bare skin and the supple leather.
"That you are," Mac grins as he tucks a curl behind her ear. "So I take it you liked this?"
"I truly love it," she replies with another kiss, gently sucking his bottom lip, making him close his eyes in delight.
"Well then it was worth all the mental anxiety."
"Online huh? Where did you have this delivered? Work?"
"Yes but I..." Mac gently frowns and she laughs.
"I'm not mad, but since I didn't get you anything we are going to the adult shop tonight."
"What? No way," Mac quickly shakes his head. "I'm not going into one of those places."
"Ashamed? People know we have sex."
"Not that kind of um...I just don't...you can buy me a wallet?" Mac frowns and Stella just shakes her head as her finger gently rubs her husband's rough cheek.
"Mac you shopped online at one of those places."
"No one knew."
"Mac, I'm buying you a leather jock strap and that's all there is too it," she teases he just shakes his head in disagreement.
"I need a new wallet," he insists and she shakes her head, golden curls tickling his flushed face.
"Nice try Mac, I'm not buying you something like that. This year is leather. I mean look at what you bought me."
"Leather lingerie looks better on women."
"Want me to prove you wrong?" She dares.
"No," he replies in haste. "But I'm glad you like it."
"It's something else Mac. Never had something like this before."
"Never bought anything like this before," he murmurs as his fingers trace the sweaty leather above her right breast; her nipple hidden away by the taut leather.
"First for both of us," she whispers as she kisses him once more. "And I want to return the favor."
"I don't want a leather jock strap," he insists and she laughs.
"How about a Roman Soldier costume?" She suggests and he just rolls his eyes. "Mac!"
"Stella, I can't go into one of those places."
"Model a few things for the women in the store?"
"What?" Mac asks weakly. "I don't think so."
"You're right, those fantasies are for my eyes only."
"They'll remain in your head only," Mac teases as he pokes her side. But when his face turns serious she knows he's still worried.
"Okay fine. We won't go there Mac."
"Stella, I don't need anything."
"What makes you think I didn't get you anything?" She counters.
"But you said..."
"I was teasing. I like to keep you guessing," she smiles as she kisses his cheek.
"That you do. So where is it?"
"Can't tell you," she smiles and he sighs. "But I will give it to you later okay."
"Later? Stella you can give it to me now."
"Later or nothing."
"You are hard on me."
"You have a hard on you say?" Stella teases and Mac just shakes his head.
"Leather jacket?"
"Stop guessing."
"Leather handcuffs?"
"If you don't stop you'll be wearing police issue soon."
"And that would be bad? I liked it last night?"
"Without sex to follow," she trumps and he frowns.
"Fine give it to me later," he resigns.
"Good," she smiles as she gently eases herself up beside him, allowing both of their bodies to cool. "Next year we need to make sure both our gifts are on the dresser a week in advance."
"You said next year is flowers or fruit," Mac reminds her.
"Mmm chocolate covered Mac," Stella grins as her body presses into his side once more.
"Chocolate covered Stella?"
"Sounds tasty," she replies as she pushes back the sheet and leans into her husband's chest, making small circles around his erect nipple before her lips cover it, gently sucking; forcing his stomach to tighten. Her lips start to plant warm, hungry kisses on his smooth chest, making their way to his mouth and hungrily assaulting his flushed lips once again.
"I love you," she whispers, forcing him to lean down and kiss her once more.
"I never want to make you upset or disappointed with me in any way or..." he starts only to have her press a finger to his lips and stop his speech.
"I love you," she repeats. "You never could disappoint me Mac," she assures him and feels his body untense.
"I meant about what you said last night; about me neglecting you."
"I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty last night, just trying to give you a much needed time out. To remind you that life and love is more important than work at times."
"Feel free to do that anytime."
"At work?" She arches her brows. "Even in your office?"
"Within reason," he smirks and she shakes her head. "And I'm sorry for being snippy this week."
"Don't worry about it Mac. I know it wasn't personal," Stella tells him as it's her turn to prop herself up on her elbow and look down at him. Her fingers play with his hair, gently massing his short damp locks, forcing a warm smile to his flushed lips once more. "It was a tough week."
"No excuse for me to be testy. But you are right, we can't let work get in the way of being alone together," he states warmly, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Just like you never neglect me."
Stella's finger slowly rubs his forehead, easing the lines away before she plants a kiss on the now smoothened skin.
"I love you. We are going to have a great day. And you better believe that."
"I do," Mac smiles as he kisses her once more and then watches her take her leave into the bathroom. He lingers in bed, resting on his folded arms behind his head, wondering if his anniversary gift was something she really did love and would use on him again. His eyes travel over to his dresser where the small gift bag is still sitting and he frowns. "Stella..."
"Stop fretting Mac! I love this gift and the man who loves me more than anything!" Stella's voice calls to him from the shower and his lips curl up automatically. "I love you and even if you bought me nothing today would be a great day. Did you get that through your thick head?"
Mac's mouth emits a small chuckle as he hears her starting to hum as she starts her shower. Not really wanting to get up, Mac's rolls onto his stomach and buries his face in the pillow and lets out a small sigh. Wishing he had more of a spontaneous romantic side, he curses himself and pushes his face back into the pillow once more. Maybe we could shop online together?
"Are you moping?" Stella gently asks her husband as she walks into the room and eases herself down beside him, her warm fingers playing with his smooth back; her fresh scent tempting his brain all over again.
"Damn you smell good," he lightly curses as he gently twists himself around to face her. "And I don't mope."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Us shopping online together."
"Sex shop?"
"The term is adult," Mac teases and Stella just rolls her eyes.
"Fine, an adult shop. Not embarrased?"
"I'm online and only you'll be with me."
"And you worry about neglecting me?" She counters softly and he smiles. Stella fingers gently massage his shoulders before she leans down and plants warm kisses on his naked shoulders. "Come on Mac, it's our anniversary day. You have your shower and then we'll make breakfast and then..."
"Can I at least take you for a night out on the town?"
"Have your shower," she kisses him once more before allowing him to roll onto his back and look up at her.
"No dinner out?"
"Mac..."
"That means you have a plan up your sleeve right?"
"I love you Mac Taylor," she whispers as she caresses his cheek. "But you need a shave."
"You're not going to tell me are you?"
"Nope."
"You like to torture me don't you?"
"Yep. Now go shave."
"The scruffy look doesn't turn you on?"
"I like your face better smooth. Just like the rest of you," she whispers as she plants some warm kisses on his smooth chest. "Except here," she whisperS as she kisses the soft fuzzy patch below his belly button, forcing a small laugh from his lips.
"Like that," Mac smiles as he slowly sits up, leaning into his wife and kissing her cheek. "I love you too Stella Taylor," he whispers as he presses his forehead against hers. "You smell good."
"You smell like me; like sex."
"Best smell there is," Mac murmurs warmly as his lips curl upward. Stella plants a small kiss on his sideways smile before she allows him to get out of bed, grab clean underwear and head into the bathroom.
Stella hears him emit a heavy sigh as he slowly closes the bathroom door and slowly shakes her head. Mac had confessed to her right from the start that he had trouble initiating anything really romantic or sexually adventurous as Claire didn't really expect much from him and never encouraged him to try and so he never really had to try that hard. But he told her right from the start that he wanted more for them and that he wanted to do more to make her happy; always wondering if the efforts he put forth were enough. But the fact that he even took the time to venture onto an adult websit site and bought her something she'd definitely use again; told her that he was not only enjoying being married more than she might have ever thought, it gave her reason to believe he'd love her gift just as much and their strong sexual bond could only grow. But he was always a willing participant in her sexual fantasies which were always more than enough for the both of them to enjoy and that only ensured their marital bond remained strong and their sexual needs fulfilled.
She looks at her own dresser and smiles; her naughty surprise already bought and waiting to be used on her unsuspecting husband later in the day. She hears the shower start up and Mac lightly singing an old Rolling Stones tune and smiles at the happy tone in his voice. "I love you Mac," she whispers as she starts up the coffee maker and then reaches for a mixing bowl.
Mac finishes his shower, dries, dresses and heads into the kitchen just in time for Stella to hand him a cup of coffee. "Thank you," Mac states warmly as he nuzzles her neck and then helps with the breakfast offerings. They talk about their week and what to expect from the coming months, taking their time to enjoy their breakfast and just being together. After breakfast Mac helps Stella clean up and then leads her over to the couch, pulling her into his lap and taking delight in just resting with her soft body pressed up against his.
"You feel so good," Mac whispers into Stella's ear as she puts down the reading she was reading for them both.
"This feels good."
"I think I'd like a weekend away," Mac mentions.
"Yeah? Where to?" Stella inquires.
"Doesn't have to be anywhere special; even somewhere in town, a bed and breakfast maybe," Mac states and Stella twists her neck up and looks at him with a smile. "What?"
"I like the sound of that Mac," Stella mentions.
"Good," he replies as his arms tighten around her.
Stella rests her head on her arms, Mac's fingers starting to gently massaging her head, fingers getting lost in curls. He had told himself when he got married he would never compare his marriage to Claire with his marriage to Stella; at least not openly. "I know I'm not that spontaneous when it comes to romantic stuff."
"Mac this is a partnership and not a competition."
"Just want you to be hapy."
"I'm happy with you and love you more than anything Mac," Stella tells him as her arms around him tighten. "Only one of us needs to initiate the romantic stuff right?"
"But it's always you?"
"Well it's one female stereotype that I don't mind falling into," she confesses in truth and his face warms. "Besides if I was the only particpant it would be very lonely. So the fact that you are always a willing participant ensures one thing and one thing alone."
"What's that?"
"I'm happy and in love with the most amazing man on the planet," she states and his leans in and kisses her lips. "Besides and don't let this swell your ego, but you have been getting much better in the romantic suggestion department."
"Really?" Mac arches his brows.
"Leather lingerie? Bed and breakfast. Need I say more?"
"You're rubbing off on me."
"Good to know."
"Can't wait."
"Me too. Read to me Mac."
All to happy to comply, Mac picks up the book that Stella was reading and continues where she left off until an hour later both are lightly napping in each others arms.
Stella awakens sometime later and looks at Mac's handsome face, peaceful and asleep. My unsuspecting husband, her mind laughs as she very carefully pushes herself off him and heads into the bedroom to get part of her surprise ready. After she's finished she heads into the kitchen, pulls out a small basket and continues with the second part of her surprise anniversary gift; the other part in the truck already waiting.
She peers into the living room and sees Mac gently stirring and smiles at him. His body is still at peace and relaxed and her lips curl as his body flexes as he stretches, tempting her with his gentle movements.
Mac slowly opens his eyes and sees her looking at him. "Wondered why I was suddenly cold. Lost my warm blanket. You."
"Sorry. Had to go to the bathroom," she lies, not wanting to tell him about what she was really up to. She slowly walks up to him and kneels down beside the couch, her hand resting on his chest.
"What's up?"
"Just waiting for you to awaken my handsome Prince," she answers. "Want to go have some fun?"
"Fun? What kind of fun?" Mac arches his brows.
"The best kind of fun."
"Sex?"
"You have a one track mind Mac Taylor."
"I'm married to you, can you blame me?"
"Not at all; that's on my mind too," she kisses the top of his nose. "Come on, let's go."
"Where to?"
"You'll see."
Without waiting for anything else, Mac quickly kisses her back before pushing himself up, gently rubbing his eyes and stretching once more and then following his wife into their bedroom.
"Where are we going anyways? What do I have to wear?"
"You can wear your jeans but I insist on a dress shirt."
"Uh okay," Mac shrugs as he reaches for a dress shirt.
"No undershirt," Stella stops his actions as he reaches for a t-shirt. "Not this time."
Mac looks at her in wonder but she just winks and he smirks as he shakes his head but readily complies. A few minutes later he heads out of the bathroom to see Stella wearing a short skirt and fitted sweater.
"Wow," Mac whispers in delight as his gazes hungrily at her amazing body. "Can we eat in?"
"No way mister. We are going out."
"Stella you can't go out like that; I'll be completely distracted," he groans as she nears him. "Besides I might be arrested if other men look at you."
"Trust me you'll be fine."
"Stella..."
"I'll make it easy for you. Close your eyes."
"Stella," Mac groans.
"Close them Mac," she demands once more.
Mac closes his eyes only to have Stella place something heavy and cool over them. Mac's fingers instantly rest on the hard leather outer surface, his brow frowning at the soft material pressing his eyes shut. "Stella?"
"Leave it on Mac."
"Stella I can't see," Mac protests as his fingers rest on the leather.
"That's the idea.
"Leather? But when did..." he starts only to be silenced with warm kiss.
"Do you trust me Mac?"
"With my life," Mac replies.
"Good, now put your hands behind your back."
"What?"
"Do it Mac."
"But I can't..."
"Please?"
"Um...okay," he states slowly. He feels his wife wrap two leather cuffs around his wrists and then tighten them, keeping his arms locked behind his back. "I can't move," he grunts as his fingers try to feel what has him so effectively trapped.
"Now I can have my way with you," Stella whispers as she pushes herself into him, her fingers resting on his groin, forcing his member to harden at her touch. But before his erection can fully grow, she pulls back, denying him anything.
"Stella," he moans. "You can't do this to me, I'm ready to cum right now."
"Trust me Mac, seeing you like this makes me wet also," she mumbles as she kisses his lips. "But you have to wait."
"Wait?" He asks weakly. "How long?"
"Let's go."
"What? Go where? Stella I can't g..." Mac starts only to have Stella gently take his arm and pull him toward the door, draping his coat over him. "But..." he protests as he hears the door start to open. "Stella, someone will see me like this and..."
"Relax Mac, we'll take the service elevator," she tells him as she locks the door; the other items she needs already in the truck waiting for them. She leads them to the elevator, her captive husband in her grasp driving her crazy. "Trust me Mac, it's taking all my self control not to force myself on you right here. You look so tasty, all captive in my grasp," she whispers as she kisses his cheek, forcing his body to tighten once more.
"Where are we?"
"Almost at the truck."
"Were are we going?" Mac gently gulps as she helps him into the backseat and then straps him in. "Stella?"
"Just relax Mac," she whispers as she kisses his mouth. She hurries to the front seat and then looks back at Mac. "Seriously I want to attack you right now looking like that. Do you know what a turn on it is to see you like that?"
"I can feel how turned on I am," he frowns. "Damn it Stella, I'm ready right now."
"Just hold that thought. This will be a short ride."
"I have been holding this thought," he sighs and she smiles.
Mac leans back in the leather seats and emits a heavy sigh; thankful that the back windows have the dark tint to spare himself anyone seeing his helpless predicament. Stella puts on some soft music but the dark leather blindfold ensures that he's not able to see anything she doesn't want him to. He fidgets with the handcuffs but to no avail.
"Damn these things are tight," Mac huffs as he resigns his useless struggling and slumps back in captive defeat.
"You are a very anxious prisoner aren't you," Stella teases and Mac can only smile and nod. He finally feels the truck stop and his nervousness staring to grow. But when he doesn't hear movement he curses the darkness keeping him trapped.
"Stella?"
"Just watching you Mac. I sometimes wonder if you know how much you turn me on," she mentions, forcing his lips to curl upward.
"Like this?"
"A little fantasy role play Mac; a big turn on."
"Come and show me how much of a turn on," he gently demands.
Without any hesitation, Stella climbs into the back, undoes Mac's seatbelt and gently pushes him back into the plush leather seats; straddling his waist and straining groin.
"Stel..." Mac starts only to have her cover his mouth with hers hungrily devouring his mouth, forcing her tongue between his teeth and small moans to fill the cab of the avalanche. Her tongue gently moves to the blindfold and makes small warm trails, forcing his body to arch into hers, her fingers pulling his dress shirt free of his jeans.
"Stella please," Mac begs only to have her move to his ear and tenderly nibble the sensitive lobe, forcing him to moan. "I can't hold you..." he whispers as her fingers start to slowly unbutton his dress shirt. "Not fair..."
"Damn it Mac, your struggling is seriously going to make me cum right now," Stella moans as his erection strains against his jeans as her lips gently stuck on his erect nipple. "I want to enjoy you like this a bit longer."
"Have to...gosh Stella," he groans as her fingers move to his jeans zipper and slowly push it down, his member straining painfully against his black underwear. "Can't move," he groans as he pulls in vain against the tight leather that has him effectively captured.
"That's the idea Mac," Stella mumbles as she removes her sweater and pulls up her skirt, her wet spot resting on his bare leg, his jeans down as far as she could manage.
Mac's body arches into hers as her fingers rest on his groin, freeing his erection and guiding herself so that he enters her soft spot; already wet and waiting for him to complete their union. Stella gasps as she goes down on him, the large truck now keeping time with their rhythm.
"Feels good," Mac moans as Stella's body gently rocks on his, their rhythm starting to gain momentum. "Don't stop."
"Not planning on it," Stella adds her own moan as their rhythm increases. "Oohhh..."
Stella's hand grip Mac's naked sides, pulling him closer and forcing his mouth to offer another moan of delight. "Stella damn it," he lightly curses as sweat slowly slides down his clothed back; his arms still pulling against the cuffs.
"Stop cursing Mac," Stella giggles as she lowers herself down, offering her captive husband's body another sensation, but quickly devouring his lips before another moan of delight can be heard. "I think you perform better all tied up," Stella teases Mac in his ear as his body pushes another powerful thrust into her waiting form.
"Flirt..." Mac gasps as Stella's body pushes into his once more, forcing another groan of ecstasy from his flushed lips. Stella's tongue tempts his as it pushes its way into his waiting mouth.
"Come to me Mac!" Stella begs as they near climax.
"Stella!" Mac's turn to gasp as he pushes into her one more time before the steamy cabin of the Avalanche comes to a stop, Stella resting on Mac's captive frame.
She gently pushes the heavy blindfold up, resting on Mac's damp hair and smiles down at him. "Did I hurt you at all?"
"No," he smiles up at her. "Feel free to do this again. Trust me I can take it," he whispers before she lowers herself down and kisses his salty lips one more time. "I love you so much," Mac confesses warmly.
Stella gently grasps his shirt collar and pulls him upward slightly and then undoes a small clasp, freeing her husband's captive arms. Mac eases himself back down, Stella's sweaty body still attached to his. Mac looks at the leather around his wrists and then up at Stella and smiles.
"Where did you get these?"
"On line."
"Of course," he frowns. "Kinda wondered why you were so game to oneline shop."
"Happy Anniversary Mac," she giggles.
"You are so amazing," he gently frowns. "Have I ever told you that?"
"Only once today."
"You are amazing," Mac tells her one more time. "I just wish..."
"Mac, you keep this up and that blindfold will become a gag for the rest of the night," she insists and he just smirks but nods his head. "I needed you here to make this complete Mac; so you are the amazing one for allowing me to fulfill these fantasies with you."
"Trust me this was a fantasy of mine as well," he whispers as his fingers touch her face and tenderly caress it. "No one has ever made me feel like you do."
"You feel pretty good right now," she smiles and his face warms.
"Come here," Mac whispers as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her back down on top of his lightly glistening bare chest. "I love you," he whispers again as he holds her close, her heart still racing. "More than anything."
"You know what this feels like?" Stella murmurs.
"Two teenagers?"
"Leather handcuffs?"
"Very adventurous teenagers?" Mac chuckles and Stella smiles.
"Minus the handcuffs it feels like our first time here as a couple."
"What? Where?" Mac queries with a frown.
Stella pushes herself back up and looks down at Mac with a smile. "Sit up and look around."
Mac slowly pushes himself up, clears some fob off the darkened window and squints outside. "Central Park?"
"The pond in the park. Where you.."
"Proposed," Mac whispers in return as a small lump forms in his throat. "But..."
"Thought it would be the best place to try these out. That was a first for us and so was this," she fingers the leather strap still firmly attached to his wrist. "And in the front seat I have a blanket and some goodies in case you are hungry."
"Y-you did all this for us?"
"I love you Mac, I did this for us," Stella whispers as she wraps her hand around his head and pulls him close once more.
"I love you too Stella."
"Hungry?"
"Yeah for you," Mac smiles as his eyes linger on her naked pelvic area, her skirt still pushed up around her waist; her most private possession waiting for him once again. "Just give me a few mintes to catch up."
"I meant for real food," she teases as she pulls her panties back up and her skirt back down and he lightly pouts.
"Stella..."
"Mac you said you needed a few mintues. So we'll eat real food first."
"Okay."
"But I didn't bring dessert," she informs him. "Sorry."
"Don't be, I did," Mac replies with a large smile as he leans in for another kiss; his fingers undoing the cuffs he'll use on her next; wrapping it around her wrist, snapping it in place, as her smile grows in anticipation. "Happy Anniversary Stella."
"Happy Anniversary Mac."
THE END!
A/N: Couldn't resist my Mac in leather cuffs but don't worry Stella gets her turn in a pair of cuffs next so hope you all like this chapter and are looking forward to year four! Drop me a note and have a SMexy weekend. TGIF!!! Thanks everyone! Two updates in one day...hope that's okay and more to come.
Preview: Year Four = Fruit/Flowers
