The Anniversary [Dubious Consent] [BDSM] [M/f] [3600 words]

It was hard to believe that it had been a whole year since Ashley and Mark had been married. Today was their one year anniversary and Ashley wanted to make it special. She had a plan that made her nervous but extremely excited.

Ashley loved Mark and their relationship was a good one. They were happy together but their sex life was pretty vanilla. Ashley wanted to change that. She had a lot of dark fantasies and a really strong submissive streak. She wanted to be bound and dominated and used hard.

Mark was a great guy. Cute, kind, funny. He had a good job and treated Ashley well. When it came to sex though, he was pretty ‘meat and potatoes’. When Ashley had finally gotten up the guts to reveal her kinks to her husband he was open to exploring them but he seemed really nervous about dominating her.

Ashley had resolved to force the issue. She would buy all the toys, come up with ideas. She had been going on the internet to the various sex toy and BDSM gear web sites when she ran across one that advertised self-bondage equipment. They sold magnetic restraints that worked with a timer so they would free the person by turning off the magnet after a certain amount of time. It was like a light bulb went on over Ashley’s head.

She would tie herself up with the magnetic restraints and wait for Mark. All he would have to do was walk in the room and she would be ready and waiting.

Ashley had bought a set of straps that went under the mattress to enable someone to be tied spread-eagle on the bed. She bought heavy leather cuffs and a heavy collar to complete the look. As she set everything up she felt butterflies in her stomach but her pussy ached in anticipation.

It was just about 5:30. Mark usually got home between 5:30 and 5:45 so Ashley wanted to be ready for him. She had put her hair up in a stylish bun to keep in out of the way. She'd also done her makeup in the way that Mark liked. A little understated on the eyes and cheeks but with some nice red lipstick. She had also recently gotten waxed as she regularly did. Having her skin all smooth and hairless made her feel so sexy and feminine.

That was just it. Ashley wanted Mark to make her feel like a woman. She wanted to be a sex object, to used and ravaged. She wanted to be his helpless toy with which he do whatever her desired. She could feel herself already getting moist from fantasizing about all the things she hoped Mark would do to her bound and nude body.

Ashley had closed the door to keep the cat from getting in. Having stripped naked, she buckled the heavy leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. The collar went snugly around her neck. She went to the magnetic restraints app and set the timer for two hours. That should give Mark plenty of time to use her. He could go slow and tease her and edge her, driving her mad with desire.

When everything was ready she sent Mark a text.

"I've got a sexy surprise for you when you get home. See you soon! <3 ;-)"

With that she set the timer on the magnet and attached it to her right wrist cuff. Her phone she placed on the nightstand. She climbed onto the bed and secured her ankle cuffs to the straps from under the bed. Her legs were spread wide, leaving her open and exposed. She then clipped her left wrist to the D ring on the straps above her head. She then laid back and took a deep breath before she moved her right wrist to where the other half of the magnet was attached to the straps.

Ashley heard a "thunk" as her arm was pulled up and the magnets snapped together. She pulled at the magnets with her cuffed wrist, testing them. No matter how hard she pulled, they held fast. She tested her other restraints. The cuffs were tight and securely fastened. There was no way she could wriggle her wrists out of them. She was completely and utterly helpless.

She heard a ping from from her phone indicating a text message. Ashley couldn't see her phone but he assumed that was Mark replying to her text. A few moments later there was another text that pinged.

Ashley lay in the dim light feeling the slight breeze from the slowly circling ceiling fan on her bare skin. She felt so sexy and excited to be tied up. Her cunt was practically throbbing with arousal but since she was tied spread-eagle on the bed there was nothing she could do about it. She was so excited she could feel herself leaking. There would definitely be a wet spot on the sheets by the time Mark arrived.

Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. She assumed it was Amazon or FedEx. After a few moments she heard the beep of the security system that went off when the door was opened. She suddenly felt a wave of panic. Someone was in the house and it obviously wasn't Mark. Why would he ring the doorbell before coming in? She heard footsteps on the stairs to the second floor.

"Hey Ash! Where are you? Mark said that you'd be here," a voice called out from across the house.

Oh no.

It was Brian's voice.

"I came to pick up my golf club. Mark texted me that he got caught up at work and he won't be home for at least another hour."

An hour! Ashley's heart was pounding and her breathing was quickening.

"He told me to keep you company until he got home," said Brian as he moved around the house. She prayed that he wouldn't come looking for her.

Brian was Mark's best friend from childhood and they saw him often at parties and other get-togethers. They would often go out to eat with Brian and whatever girl he was dating that month. He had a key to their house because he would sometimes pet sit for the cat when they were away. In many ways he was the polar opposite of her husband. Mark was sweet and kind and he cared about things like women's rights and LGBTQ rights.

Not so with Brian. He was openly right wing in his politics and could be casually misogynistic. He would often crack homophobic or transphobic jokes. Ashley thought that he was an asshole and yet...

She couldn't help feeling attracted to him. He was very handsome and fit and cut a rakish figure in the tailored suits that he wore to work at the law firm. He was smooth and confident and exuded this masculine charisma that Ashley couldn't help but respond to. He seemed to have the 'Dark Triad' traits that made him a good lawyer but that also made him a bad boy. Why was Ashley so turned on by that?

It didn't help that he was always dating these beautiful women. Seeing that a guy seemed to be able to get any girl he wanted made him that much more attractive. He liked to tease Ashley and she hated to admit it but she craved his attention. He was the kind of guy who just seemed to do whatever he wanted and never seemed to have any consequences.

Brian's footsteps were on the stairs again as he climbed to the third floor. She heard him walk down the short hallway to the bedroom door.

"Don't come in!" yelled Ashley as she thrashed on the bed, desperately pulling at her restraints. Panic had set in.

"Why not?" he asked in reply. "Are you okay? You don't sound okay."

"I'm fine, I just don't want to see anyone. And I'm not decent." Ashley prayed that he would stay away. She was so scared and embarrassed that he would see her like this.

"I've seen you in a bikini before," he said as he turned the knob and started to open that door. This asshole had no respect for boundaries. Ashley could feel tears welling up in in her eyes as she helplessly thrashed while Brian opened the door.

"Stay out!" she yelled again but it was no use. Brian opened the door and was clearly taken aback by seeing Ashley completely naked and tied to the bed. His eyes went wide as he looked at her, trussed up and ready to be fucked.

"Please leave!" she cried out as she pulled desperately at the cuffs that held her down on the bed. Brian stood there staring at her. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl under the bed and curl up into a little ball.

And yet, she could see the desire on Brian's face. He was clearly turned on by her. Despite her shame, Ashley was getting super aroused by Brian looking down at her. Her nipples were hard, her face and chest flushed pink, and her pussy involuntarily clenching. She could tell that her juices were flowing.

"You did this to yourself?" he asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Yes. It was for our anniversary," she said, her vision misty with tears. "Just please leave."

"I had no idea you were so kinky," he said with an evil smile as he walked up to the bed. "And you're all shaved as well. No hair down there. I didn't know you were such a slut. If have to admit, you look super sexy all tied up like that."

Ashley felt herself flush even more when he said those words. On the one hand, she was dying of shame. But on the other, Brian telling her that she was sexy made her so turned on. She could see his muscular shoulders and chest through his t-shirt and she couldn't help feeling attracted to him. She suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to have him touch her. She wanted his hands on her body. A whirlwind of emotions was going through her head.

"Well Mark did ask me to keep you company. It's probably not safe for you to be tied up like this alone," he said with that same evil smile on his face.

"I'll be fine, the magnetic restraints are set to a timer in the app on my phone."

"Oh so that's how you did this! I was starting to wonder how you managed this yourself," he said with a look of admiration on his face. That actually made Ashley really proud. It felt so good that he had sort of complemented her. She was still mortified but not as much.

"Well if you're going to stay then you could at least untie me," she said growing slightly more comfortable with Brian seeing her like this.

"No, I don't don't think I'll be doing that," Brian said with a sneer as he walked up to the bed beside Ashley. Another wave of panic washed over Ashley. She suddenly felt so small and vulnerable. And yet, she felt so aroused to have him looking down at her.

"Jesus, look at how wet you are! I think that you've leaked even more since I've been here."

Ashley felt another wave of embarrassment. She thought of Mark and felt so guilty that she was attracted to this other man. And now he had her completely at his mercy. Being violated by this man wasn't supposed to make her this wet. It wasn't supposed to make her throb with need.

"I've seen the way you look at me. I know what you want me to do to," he said in a low voice as he at down on the bed beside her. Ashley tried to shrink away from him but she was tied too tight--she could barely move her torso to the side at all. "I know that you want me to touch you." He lifted his hand and slowly moved it towards her thigh.

"No! Stop! Leave me alone! I'll tell Mark!" she said as she thrashed and fought against the cuffs.

"You're not going to tell Mark anything," he said with a chuckle. “I know you. You’d be too embarrassed to admit that you got so wet because I found you being a slutty bitch.”

There was no way she could keep this from Mark. She loved him and couldn't believe that this was happening. She had been so stupid to put herself in this position. What had she been thinking?

Brian slowly moved his hand closer. Ashley was still pulling against the cuffs but she stopped thrashing. It was like she was paralyzed just watching, disbelieving that this was actually happening.

His fingers touched her outer thigh and his slowly moved his hand up to her hip. His touch gave her gooseflesh. It was like fingers were electric as he moved up to her hip and then to her flank. She felt herself involuntarily arch her back as his fingers blushed the side of her chest, responding to his touch. It was like she was losing control of her own body.

Brian moved his hand across her shoulder and then her clavicles. She could feel her heart pounding and her breathing was rapid and shallow. She wanted to tell him to stop but the words weren't coming out. What was happening to her?

He moved his hand to her belly, gently running his fingers across it. She started arching her back again. She couldn't stop herself from reacting to him. She wanted to thrash or better yet, stay perfectly still to not give him the satisfaction. But he seemed to be playing her body like and instrument.

"I can see how much you want it," he said in a low voice.

"No, I...I..." she stammered.

Brian slid his fingers up her belly and across her chest between her breasts. She found herself desperately wanting him to touch them and fondle them. Her nipples were rock hard. She arched her back again, pushing them out and presenting them.

He smiled and moved his hand down to gently cup her breast. She was trembling with need at this point. Her whole body quivered with his touch. She tried to imagine that it was Mark but she couldn't. It was the fact that it wasn't Mark that was making her so excited.

"Please stop," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. His other hand came up to cup her other breast. He gently squeezed and kneaded them. The feeling of his strong hands on her soft flesh was breaking her mind.

"Please...Please..." Ashley said softly and then gasped as he pinched her nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger. The twinge of pain made her that much more excited. Brian moved one of his hands from her breast and slowly started sliding it down her belly.

"Please..." she said again as his hand slid down to rest on her bald mound. She started thrusting her hips slowly. It was like her body was not her own. Her clitoris was practically throbbing and just aching to be touched.

"Please...touch me," she saId as she slowly gyrated her hips.

Brian sneered and then his fingers moved down and found her pleasure bud. She gasped as he put gentle pressure on it and started to move in little circles. She continued to gyrate her hips trying to push into his hand to get more stimulation. He teased her with light pressure. She wanted him to make her cum so badly.

He removed his hand and stepped over to the nightstand.

“What…what are you doing?” she asked as he reached for the drawer. “Please don’t look in there!” She started to struggle and pull at her restraints again. He ignored her and opened the drawer.

“Look at all these toys!” he exclaimed as he held up a dildo. “You are one horny bitch! So Mark’s cock is not enough for you?”

“Yes! I mean no! I mean…it’s not like that. I just…” she stammered in embarrassment. He clicked the dildo on and moved back to bed. She looked with wide eyes as he moved it to her groin. He pushed it against her clit and moved it in little circles. She gasped and tried to thrust her hips against it.

Brian chuckled as he pulled the dildo away and she whimpered. He pressed it against her and she moaned. He teased her by doing that over and over again.

“Please…please!” she started moaning over and over again. The edging was driving her crazy.

“Does Mark eat your pussy?” he asked as he clicked off the dildo and tossed it aside. She nodded in the affirmative. “Ask me,” he said.

She hesitated.

“Ask me.”

“Please eat my pussy,” she asked softly.

He lowered himself between her legs. Her heart was beating so fast. He started kissing her thighs, moving closer to her sex. She quivered in anticipation.

He pressed his mouth to her. She gasped again as she felt his warm lips gently suck and his wet tongue slip between her folds and find her clitoris. His tongue slid up and down the tiny nubbin of flesh and it felt so good.

Once again she tried to imagine it was Mark. She couldn’t. Mark tried hard but Brian’s cunnilingus was just next level. She was craving something inside her though. She wanted Brian inside her. Just as she was thinking that she might orgasm he stopped.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he said as he sat up and pulled off his shirt.

“Please fuck me,” she replied, barely audible.

“Say it louder. And say ‘please fuck my dirty whore cunt’,” he said as he stood up and pushed his basketball shorts and boxers down. His cocked was large and stiff.

“Please fuck my dirty whore cunt,” she said more loudly.

“Louder!” he growled as he crawled up on the bed.

“Please fuck my dirty whore cunt!” she cried out.

He pressed the head of his cock against her opening. She cried out as he pushed his hips forward and it slid in. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. Soon he was balls deep.

He lowered himself on top of Ashley and she felt the pressure on her hips. Brian’s chest met hers and his weight on top of her turned her on so much. His chest was covered in neatly groomed hair and it felt nice pressing down on her bare breasts.

She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She could hear his breath in her ear as he started thrusting. His hips moved up and down as his cock slid in and out of. He started to pick up the pace.

Brian pounded her hard, fast and deep, his cock thrusting into her again and again and again. He was like a piston and she could feel the sensation building, taking over her body. She couldn’t fight it—he was forcing her closer with his relentless thrusts. She was filled with guilt but she could not stop herself. Ashley’s pussy clenched on his cock as the orgasm took her. Her pelvic muscles rhythmically contracted and her juices oozed.

“I’m cumming!” she cried out.

“You like being fucked, don’t you, you fucking slut?” he growled in her ear as he continued to rail her.

Brian put his mouth on her neck and sucked on the skin. He nibbled Ashley’s neck like an animal. She pulled at her restraints but the cuffs and straps remained unyielding. Then he moaned and grunted as he began to climax. His thrusting slowed as his cock pumped the warm semen into Ashley. Eventually his thrusting stopped and his panting died down.

He lifted his head up and looked down at her. She looked into his eyes, a whirlwind of emotions in her head. Suddenly he bent down and kissed her mouth hungrily and deeply. Ashley kissed him back, their tongues entwining. She felt as though she was melting.

He rolled off of Ashley and stood up. She lay there full of shame, feeling his cum dribble out of her. She felt spent but also humiliated. She couldn’t believe that Brian had fucked her and she had enjoyed it in spite of herself. Her eyes welled up again.

He pulled on his shorts and shirt and then picked up Ashley’s phone. He held it in front of her face to unlock it.

“What are you doing with my phone?” she asked, trying not to cry. He swiped with his finger until he found what he was looking for.

“This must be the app,” he said with satisfaction.

“What’s going on?” she asked, starting to struggle against her restraints again.

“I’ve set the timer for 15 minutes. That should give you plenty of time to clean yourself up before Mark gets home,” he said with a big smile, setting her phone back on the bedside table.

“What! You can’t leave me like this!” she said as she began to thrash wildly,

“This was a lot of fun Ash,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I like your pussy. Nice and tight. I can see why Mark married you. We’ll have to do this again soon.” He said as he reached for the doorknob and opened the door.

“Brian, wait!” she said as she pulled desperately at the cuffs.

“Happy anniversary Ash,” he said as he closed the door behind him.

“Brian!” she yelled.

“BRIAN!”

He was gone.