Day 15: "I'm going to make your ass as red as Rudolph's nose."

Part 3 of "the gala series"

Zed playfully swings their linked hands back and forth as they walk through the park, their path illuminated by the twinkling stars and the soft white lights. They walk in a comfortable silence, listening to nothing but the sounds of nature and Zed's sweet humming.

Addison bumps her shoulder into his as they walk, making him smile. It was always the little things, the cute little signs of affection, that made his heart flutter. Of course, the flirting and the teasing, the hand holding and the kisses were great, breathtaking, even mind-blowing. But the little things were unmatched.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" he asks, glancing down at her.

She smiles. "I always have a good time with you," she tells him earnestly. "Best anniversary ever."

They stop in the middle of the sidewalk, their hands still intertwined. "I love you," he tells her, leaning down to steal a kiss. "And I have one more surprise for you."

She giggles. "Another? Don't you think the dinner and the walk and the cake—oh God, the cake—don't you think that was enough? It's only our one year anniversary…"

He shrugs. "Guess I'll just have to top it next year," he says. "I love treating my lady."

She smiles softly, bumping her nose against his chin. "Tonight was amazing, honestly," she says quietly, "I'd be happy to just walk in the park, with you, all night long. You don't have to break yourself trying to make me happy. As long as I have you…"

He returns her smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I know. But you're gonna love this, trust me."

One year. One year since their first date. One year and some days since the first time they met, flirting and teasing at Addison's father's company party, the company Eliza no longer worked for because she was a hell of a lot overqualified for that position.

One year and Zed was head over heels in love with her, Addison Wells. And he was one hundred percent ready to take the next step.

Or, well. More like ninety-eight percent.

They get back to their apartment—yes, their, ever since Addison moved the majority of her belongings out of her parents' house and into his place a few months back. Sure, they were still unpacking, and Zed still had a bunch of his own shit to get rid of to make space for her shit. But it was theirs.

They get back there and Zed leads them to the couch. Addison sits and he maneuvers his way around a stack of boxes, pulling out the hidden gift.

He sits next to Addison, holding the black velvet box in his hand. "I know we've talked about this before, like a lot," he explains. "And I always told you I wasn't sure if I was ready. Or-Or if I'd ever be."

She nods slowly. "I love you," he declares. "And I trust you. Completely."

She raises a confused eyebrow. Zed takes a deep breath. There's no going back now. He slowly opens the box, revealing the shiny metal rings, connected by a linking chain and covered in plush padding.

Addison's eyes widen, first in surprise, then excitement. "Are you serious?" she asks, looking from him to the handcuffs and back. "You wanna—You really want to?"

Zed nods, smiling slightly. "I did some, uh, browsing. Bought some other things too but—Yeah. I wanna do this. Try it out. If that's okay."

She breaks out in a huge grin. She leaps forward, throwing her arms around his neck in a massive hug. "Yes! Oh my god, it's perfect, whatever you want."

Zed chuckles out a breath. He's still tense, nervous, insanely afraid. But he does trust and love her, with his whole heart. He hugs her back, trying to relieve some of his nerves. (It doesn't work as well as he hopes).

All those months ago, when they first met and Addison said she was going to ruin him. Well, she did, quite literally. He knows she's his one and only because he can't imagine being with anyone else, can't believe he even lived before her.

And also the sex is pretty fucking amazing. More often than not, Addison liked to dominate him, and it was the best thing ever. And, more than once, Addison had brought up the idea of BDSM.

And tonight was the first time they were trying it out. Well, Zed was. Naked, wrists handcuffed over his head and tied loosely with one of his ties to the headboard. The tying up took the longest because Addison would get frequently distracted with kissing him. All over his face, she planted sweet little kisses.

And once he's all tied up and secured, she sits next to him on the bed and asks, "What do you want to safe word to be?"

"Safeword?"

"If you get uncomfortable, if you want me to stop, if you need to take a break, if you need to piss. Whatever. Codeword to break play."

"Oh. Uh…" His eyes catch on the Christmas decorations they had in their room. "Rudolph."

"Rudolph?"

"Is that—Is that bad?"

"No, no!" she assures him. "It's perfect. You're perfect. Just, don't forget it, okay?"

"Okay."

She nods, then grabs the box of other things he had bought. Zed watched her fingers hover over it. She lets out a surprised chuckle, looking up at him. "Nipple clamps?"

His cheeks go red. "Ye-Yeah. I thought you said you liked them so I just…"

"They're fun, but a little extreme," she explains. "Can I...put them on you?"

"On me?"

She nods. She grabs them out of the box and moves closer. "Here, I'll put them on you. And you tell me what you think."

He nods. He does like it when she plays with his nipples. Addison kisses his cheek, then rubs his chest. She leans over, wrapping a hand around his semi-soft dick while she trails her tongue down the valley between his pecs. Zed moans quietly.

He really wants to grab her, pull her closer or move her faster or anything. But he's completely at her mercy…which is kind of amazing. He really hopes she plans on riding him tonight too. It's one of his favorite things, being at her mercy. And now he was all tied up…his dick swells in her hand as she casually pumps his length some more.

His wandering mind and her careful handjob is enough of a distraction to keep him from realizing she's swirling her tongue around one of his nipples. Not until she...she clamps the clamp on his nipple.

He hisses in surprise. It's hella weird, but not…horrible. An acquired taste. That he is acquiring.

Addison continued to lazily stroke his hard member. He closes his eyes. The combination of the two sensations makes him moan. He really loves her, she's like an expert on all things Zed.

"How's that babe?"

"Good. Not bad. Uh, nice."

Addison giggles. "Want me to do the other one?"

He nods.

Addison swings a leg over his lap, hovering over his dick. "I'm gonna ride you."

"Okay."

She sinks down onto his member, letting out a pleased sigh. Her warm wetness quickly envelopes his member, and he wants nothing more than to pull her close, make slow and sensual love together. But he also said he really wants to be completely at her mercy, no matter how torturous it is to have her sitting, unmoving, and teasing his nipples.

It's not until she clamps both his nipples and pulls the linking chain between her teeth, slowly pulling back until the clamps are squeezing and pulling him, that he understands pleasure-pain. And fuck, he's really been missing out.

He also really loves Addison. She's doing this slow twist of her hips that makes her grind against his dick in just the perfect way. And she looks oh so sexy with the chain between her teeth, teetering him between the brink of pain and pleasure.

He pulls lamely against the cuffs, moaning or whining—he's not sure, he just knows he makes a noise.

Addison giggles and lets the chain drop from her mouth. "Your shoulders don't hurt or anything?"

"No," he says. She shifts and Zed groans, wishing she would ride him a lot quicker and rougher.

"Let me know if they do, okay? I don't wanna strain your shoulders or anything. You kinda need working shoulders for money-making."

"Seeing as I'm the only one working," he teases.

Addison feigns a gasp. "I pay rent!"

"My little trust fund baby."

Addison tugs on the chain resting on his chest, pulling a gasp from his lips. "Don't tease the woman who's got you tied up, Zeddy," she jokingly warns.

"You love my teasing!"

"So," she sniffs. Zed shrugs as best as he can. Addison does a little grind against him. "I wanna blindfold you."

"How 'bout ride me?"

"I'm in charge here!" she scolds lightly. Still, she starts rolling her hips, lifting off of him a little and pushing back down. Just enough to tease him beyond belief.

Addison leans forward and kisses him, rough and commanding. She holds his jaw firmly in her hand, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she works her wet cunt on his dick. Zed moans as her tongue explores his orifice, putty in her hands. His eyes close as she takes control of his body. God, he loves her so much.

Addison pulls away and pushes down on his dick. Zed moans, panting before opening his eyes, catching her smirk. She looks like such a fucking goddess: lips swollen, hair frizzy and tangled, eyes wild, pupils blown wide, excitement and lust swirling in her blue-rimmed eyes. And she looks so freaking happy.

"I love you," he declares breathlessly.

Her smirk softens to a smile. She pecks his lips again. "I love you too," she says. "Still okay with all this?"

"Fuck yeah."

She giggles. "You remember the safe word?"

"Rudolph," he says.

"Good. I'm going to kick it up a notch, okay? Get all 'Mean Addy,' if that's okay."

"Go for it." He pauses. "But uh, let me know if you're going to hit me."

"I won't. Not yet at least. But there's a riding crop in that box with my name on it, and I'm going to make your ass as red as Rudolph's nose."

Zed can't help but laugh. "You're so weird."

She playfully bites his nose. "You love it."

Addison leans over to the box, pulling out a piece of fabric. "Now, I'm going to blindfold you. Hopefully, you'll love it. If you don't like it, I'll gladly take it off."

Zed nods.

"Then," Her demeanor changes ever so slightly, a lovely little shift that lets him know her creative, unconventional juices are flowing. "Then, I'm gonna use your dick like my own personal dildo, make myself cum. You're going to sit there and not move, not cum, nothing. You don't cum until I say so, understand?"

His dick twitches in excitement, and all he can do is nod, afraid of how his voice will sound. He didn't expect to get so turned on by being tied up and used, but with Addison, anything was possible.

She nudges his head forward and wraps the blindfold over his eyes. It's not too tight and not very obstructing. He can make out the light and some shadows, but he closes his eyes anyway to get a full experience.

Addison's fingers gently caress his hair. "You look so hot right now," she says lovingly. "I love you so much."

"Oh! Almost forgot!" Addison slides off of his lap. The bed gives a little under her weight as she climbs off (he assumes).

Addison rolls a condom onto his dick, which is good because he nearly forgets every time that she doesn't take birth control (she gets bad side effects from the pills). At the rate they're living, they don't want or need any little accidents.

Her hands press onto his stomach and she slides back into his dick, both of them moaning. Being blindfolded and tied up makes sex infinitely better. He's completely at her mercy, every part of her body feeling like fire against him. Her fingers burn as they float over his chest, her cunt tight and dripping around his hard member as she grinds and twists and rides him for all he's worth.

A teeny, tiny part of him wants to cry. It's so intimate and so raw and them, it reminds him a little of the first time they made love. Not dirty, raunchy, angry sex, but actual passionate love. Just the two of them, pouring their hearts out, connected physically and emotionally.

Addison's lips crash into his, another fiery kiss burning between them. Zed arches up toward her, moaning as her lips attack his. There's so much he wants to do right now, stopped by the damned handcuffs. Addison is his complete undoing though, her finger scratching at his hair, lips trailing hot and heavy kisses down his neck, pussy gripping his member like a lifeline.

"T-try to hold out for me baby," Addison pants, her mouth hot by his ear. "I p-promise, I'll get you off and you'll love it. Just—mm, fuck—Just try not to cum, okay?"

He moans out a reply that he himself doesn't quite understand. But Addison goes back to kissing and sucking on his neck. All is so good.

All is actually amazing because seconds later, just when he thinks he can't take anymore, Addison bites down, thrusting fully on his length, and cums. Hard. Her juices drench his pelvis and with each twitch and shake of her juicy cunt, his resolve to not cum chips away.

Addison slides off of his dick and his lap, falling onto the spot of the bed beside him. He whimpers a little at the loss of contact, missing her and more importantly being extremely turned on, just about ready to burst.

"Oh fuck, baby," she whispers. "How're you doing?"

"Good, really good," he breathes.

Her warm hand touches his side, making him jump. "That's good," she says. "Still remember the safe word?"

No, not really. His head is spinning still and it's a little difficult to catch his breath. And he really wants to cum. But she's got other plans for him, invoking a riding crop and—Oh that's it.

"Rudolph, right?"

"Yeah." She pulls on the chain, startling a moan out of him. The next thing he knows, she's taking off the clips on his nips.

"I'm just gonna do some light spanking, okay?"

"Mhm."

"Just tell me if it gets too much."

He nods. The bed shifts as she gets off of it. He tenses a little, anticipation both exciting and worrying him. He's actually more excited to get spanked. Way more than he thought.

It feels like an eternity. The first hit lands in the middle of his right thigh, and it stings. Like, holy fuck, it stings really bad. He flinches and jumps and cries out.

"Ah!"

"Are you okay?"

"Mhm. I-I'm okay. Just surprised."

"Okay. Let me know if you want me to stop, baby."

"I will."

The next one hits his inner left thigh, and also hurts. Just hurts. He hisses and jumps.

But Addison likes the idea of…was it called spanking? She really liked the idea of it, and he really wants to try it out for her.

Except it hurts. Like really hurts, in a non-sexy way that makes tears prickle the corner of his eyes.

One particular hit hurts more than anything else, or maybe it's a combination of being so anxious and in pain and also horny and, god!

"Stop stop stop," he cries, or rambles, or whatever.

His skin tingles and burns in a totally not great way, but that's not even the worst part. Did he just ruin the huge anniversary surprise sex? Ruin the whole name?

The bed dips as Addison jumps back on it. "Zed…" She quickly unties the blindfold and pulls it away. It's definitely a little wet, a few tears slipping down his cheeks.

"Zed, oh my god, I'm so sorry." She holds his jaw tenderly, her thumb swiping a tear off his cheek. "It's okay, baby. No more, I promise."

She reaches up and expertly uncuffs his hands, then pulls his head into her chest. "I'm so sorry baby," she whispers softly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zed doesn't know what to say, and ends up tentatively wrapping his arms around her. Before they know it, they're both crying softly.

"I didn't mean to hurt you so bad," Addison tells him. "We don't ever have to do that again, okay?"

Zed nods against her shoulder. He can barely comprehend what's going on in his head, he can't even begin to imagine how she feels.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. He lifts his head and looks at her sad, watery eyes, all the regret drawn across her beautiful features. "I just wanted to make today special. Not…Not royally ruin it."

Her eyebrows crease together, in worry or confusion. "Zed, no—"

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I just wanted to make this the best night ever."

"Every night I spend with you is the best night ever," she tells him. "You're perfect, Zed. I love you, and I hate making you upset. We don't ever have to do that again. We won't. I hate seeing you so hurt. And I don't ever want to be the cause for it again."

She wipes his cheeks and presses a soft kiss to his nose. "I love you, Zed Necrodopolis," she whispers.

Zed's eyes flutter closed. "I love you, Addison Wells." He still feels a little remorseful about how the night ended up, but when they kiss a second later, he realizes it doesn't matter. Not in the sense that he thinks it does, at least.

He tried to push himself out of his comfort zone and ended up hating it. And Addison…Addison didn't like making him uncomfortable. She'd rather put the whole activity aside, not even bother with it, in exchange for the open, honest relationship they have.

Which is all incredibly spectacular. He never thought he'd find anyone as caring, as flexible, as loving as Addison.

to be continued…