Trust
"It's my birthday." He said nonchalantly, looking straight ahead at the road. "February 12."
My mouth dropped. He was kidding, right?
"Felix!" I protested. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't think it was important."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Of course it's important! Now I don't have much time to figure out how I'm going to surprise you."
"Nonsense, you don't need to do anything. As long as you're with me it's gonna be a good birthday. There's nothing else I want."
His words made my heart swell. However, I still wasn't satisfied.
"Felix, I don't care what you say, I'm surprising you. That's final."
He reached for my hand and kissed it. "Alright, if you insist. There is one thing I want."
I lifted my eyebrows, giving him my full attention.
"I want a cake, and I want you to make it."
My eyes bulged out of their sockets and I shrieked in excitement. I clapped my hands to show him my enthusiasm, to which Felix just laughed. Of course he wanted a cake. After all, he valued actions much more than presents and making a cake was such a sweet act of service.
As he drove us to his apartment I nagged him about what he wanted his cake to be. I named all the cakes I knew and asked him what his favorites were. I had the feeling he had asked me for the cake because he knew I'd enjoy baking it immensely, he knew I'd feel extremely useful and appreciated.
We both couldn't shut up about the trip to the woods as we ate dinner. He told me all the things we could do out there, how isolated the cabin was, how peaceful and serene. I asked him to show me pictures of the place, but he refused, saying he wanted me to see it for the first time in person.
"You're gonna love it, trust me." He said, clearing the table and setting the dishes in the sink. "I made sure to book a heated cabin. It's gonna be so warm and cozy. It's gonna be wonderful, I'm telling you."
I looped my arms around his neck, making him stop cleaning the dishes in the sink and look at me.
"It's gonna be super romantic," I said, tilting my head to the side and giving him dreamy eyes. "What will your friends say about you disappearing?"
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "They know I'd rather spend my birthday in bed with my man than with them drinking beer."
He kissed my cheek tenderly and I melted under his touch. "Oh, by the way, the bed has a skylight above it so yeah, we'll probably not get out of bed at all."
This getaway felt more like a present to me than to him. I could already picture us snuggling by the fire devouring copious amounts of cake and getting drunk on mulled wine.
"Well, if we aren't getting up, I hope our time in bed is well spent." I winked with a teasing smile. Without warning, Felix hoisted me up, reaching for my upper thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Let's do a practice run then." He said, spinning us around and walking towards his room. It always surprised me how strong he was, carrying me as if I didn't weigh a thing.
He dropped me on the bed, looking down at me while he unbuttoned his shirt. I reached up to get hold of his cufflinks so they wouldn't fall on the floor. Felix wore them practically every day and they looked damn good on him.
He pulled my pants down, throwing them on the floor.
"Describe to me the cake you're gonna bake for me." He said, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
I smiled shyly. "Hm, I could do it in whatever shape you want, round, square, in a long rectangle, with layers..."
He kissed my chest as I spoke. He hummed to encourage me to speak.
"Then we have the flavors. It could be a chocolate cake with frosting, a sponge cake with fruit, a walnut cake with honey, or maybe a rainbow cake, or maybe an apple and strawberry crumble cake..."
"As long as it's sweet." He said, kissing my inner thighs.
"How sweet do you want it?" I asked, looking down at him. He smiled mischievously and took off my underwear. He then lowered his jaw until he reached my entrance, never once breaking eye contact.
"As sweet as you." He said before landing his flat tongue against my folds. My cheeks turned bright red. This man knew how to drive me insane.
As his lips and tongue explored me, moaning into my cock and making me moan right back, he suddenly lifted his head.
"Mr De Montmorency, I think you have something that belongs to me in your possession." He said. "Where's the vibrator?"
Oh, that's right, I still had it with me. I knew he was only lending it because he didn't include the charger, so when it ran out of power I completely forgot about it.
Oh no, it was out of power.
This was gonna be fun.
"In my bag, in the box." I said innocently. I wasn't going to tell him anything to see his reaction.
He dashed out the room. While I waited for him to return, I made myself comfortable by adjusting the pillows behind me.
Felix returned with the little box in hand. He spread my legs apart and kissed me on the lips before taking the small pink object out of the box.
"Did you enjoy this over Christmas?" He asked, fingering me to create space for the foreign object. I simply nodded, kissing his neck. I was trying to do my best not to laugh.
"If you followed my instructions, then I'm sure you did sweetheart." He added, positioning the vibrator at my entrance. "But nothing beats your professor doing it for you, isn't that right?"
He was slowly but surely getting into his dominant headspace. He was going to snap out of it real quick once he realized the inutility of the vibrator.
He pushed it in and I spread my legs wider. He kissed my chest as he pushed it as high as it would go. Then, he clicked on the remote, but nothing happened. He clicked it a few more times only to realize the vibrator wouldn't start.
I couldn't take it anymore. I burst out laughing, revealing my wicked intentions. Felix lifted himself off me, supporting his hands on my knees, and just stared at me with an incredulous look on my face.
"Oh, you naughty boy." He growled, shaking his head.
"You think this is funny, huh? Deceiving me for your own amusement? Well, there's only one punishment appropriate for a dirty boy like you who used up all the batteries."
Suddenly, he pulled out the vibrator from inside me. I tensed up a little, wondering what he was going to do.
Oh no, was he going to pour the wax on me again?
I took a shaky breath when he reached inside his bedside table. To my relief, he didn't take out a candle, but instead his bottle of lube. As he poured a considerable amount of lube on the vibrator, getting his fingers and hands all messy, it suddenly dawned on me what he was about to do.
I hissed and instinctively closed my legs as his hands reached between them. His punishment was both physical and psychological, and I didn't think I'd be able to go through with it.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, looking me in the eyes.
"It's not about trusting you." I said with honesty. "I feel weird about it."
When Felix placed the lubed up vibrator on my lower entrance. The first thing I felt was the coldness of the lube, and then how large the vibrator felt against me. I reached for his arm, stopping him.