A Long Time Coming
So this little one-off was actually born from another story I wrote a couple years ago but never got around to finishing. I wanted to explore some of the elements of BDSM/kink that aren't often touched upon in most stories such as the importance of consent, aftercare, how to engage in safe BDSM play, etc etc. And it also gave me the chance to (hopefully) illustrate what a healthy and kinky relationship looks like between two consenting adults.
Also the original story was my first foray into writing romance as the main story of a plot instead of just using it as a subplot during a thriller/sci-fi/fantasy piece. So that was definitely a learning experience.
I should mention: If (consensual) bondage, master/pet play, spanking, etc aren't your thing, turn back now ye who enter. But otherwise please read on ahead. I hope you enjoy, and please don't hesitate to leave any constructive criticism or feedback you may have!
Taking one last bite of the homemade chocolate cake, savoring the sweetness that washed over her tongue, Riley tossed the paper plate and fork into the garbage bag already filled with junk she had to throw out. She hadn't imagined that she'd be tossing so much. On the other hand it made sense. Three years working out of the same desk station, tucking away little knick knacks for another time, always telling herself she'd find a use for them one day. But alas, the novelty highlighters and glow-in-the-dark mouse-pad instead found themselves in the garbage bag.
She unplugged the USB desk lamp from her computer and set it aside. Someone else could find a good use for that. To her surprise, she found there was nothing left. Her previously cluttered desk, a hurricane of barely-organized chaos, now lay bare and empty save for the bare essentials. Computer, monitor, keyboard, mouse, and organizer. The drawers had been cleaned out the day before, making way for whoever was going to take over the space once she was gone. It was an odd feeling. Three years at the same desk, five days a week, eight hours a day, tearing apart and rebuilding lines of code or user interfaces. It had been like a second home for her, and seeing it in such an empty, sterile state left her strangely melancholic.
"We're really gonna miss you, darling." Looking over her shoulder, Riley smiled at the middle-aged hedgehog leaning against the doorway. Deborah, or Deb as she insisted on being called, opened her arms and accepted the coyote's hug. "It's not going to be the same without hearing you yapping away at your screen all day."
Riley laughed, patting the spines atop Deb's ears. "Hey, I didn't yap that much!"
"It's a coyote thing, dear. Don't try to hide it." She smiled. Despite being nearly double Riley's twenty eight years, she'd probably forgotten more about programming than Riley would ever know.
"Well hopefully Aaron doesn't mind a bit of it now and again." Chuckling, Riley rubbed the back of her neck.
"You're meeting him tomorrow, right?"
She nodded. "Yep, nine o' clock sharp, assuming the flight into Denver doesn't get delayed."
Deb's smile always managed to melt away her anxiety, and she definitely needed it at the moment. "I bet he's just as excited as you. How long have you been together now?"
"Just a little over two years. It's hard to believe we're actually moving in together. I know some people think the whole 'online relationship' thing is weird, but...well, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be moving in with."
"Oh hun, don't worry about that. Besides, it's not like you're shacking up with some random stranger. You've met in person before!"
Riley sighed. "A few times a year, if we're lucky. Mostly conventions and that vacation to DC last spring. But some people look at me like I've got three heads when I tell them my boyfriend lives on the other side of the country."
Reaching out and gently squeezing her arm, Deb shook her head. "Don't you listen to them. If it feels right, and you trust him, then there's nothing to be worried about. But still, I'm going to miss you. And now I have to rely on Scott to make coffee every morning! He thinks a teaspoon of Folgers is enough for the whole office, I might as well drink water." She swooned dramatically, fanning herself.
Once again Deb seemed to know just how to lift her spirits. Riley giggled, picking up the garbage bag and tying it shut. "Just ask Jamie to do it. He's ex-navy, his coffee could strip the paint off the walls."
Embracing one last time, wishing each other well and promising to stay in touch, Riley walked out of the office for the last time. Coworkers stopped to say their good-byes, taking up another ten minutes before she finally stepped out into a humid Virginia afternoon. Mercifully, the air conditioning in her car roared to life as she climbed inside and set off into the demolition derby of evening commute traffic. "Definitely not going to miss this part," She grumbled as someone cut into the lane ahead of her. "No way the traffic in Denver is this bad."
Another forty-five minutes passed before she finally pulled into her apartment's parking lot, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon and painting the sky in swaths of purple and gold. She took a moment to appreciate the sight, not knowing when she might see it next before heading up to her apartment. The pang of emptiness returned as she gazed about her now barren living room. Save for the couch, coffee table, and bookshelf everything had been either shipped off or sold over the past few weeks in preparation for the move. Blank walls greeted her, once covered in thrift store art pieces or movie posters. Every footstep echoed across the hardwood floor, no longer dampened by heavy rugs. She fought back the twinge of emotion building in her chest. Her empty apartment laid bare, a visible bookmark of this chapter in her life coming to its close while another waited to begin.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed and broke her from the trance. Slipping it out of her pocket, she smiled at the familiar name attached to the message. Aaron knew just when she needed a friendly voice. Or text, in this case.
"Hey you, how was the last day on the job?"
She typed a response while going over to the fridge, reaching in for the leftover salad from last night. "A bit of an emotional roller-coaster honestly, but I made it through. It's just weird leaving it all behind."
His response came as she brought a forkful of kale, feta cheese, and walnuts to her muzzle. "You doing okay? If you need to chat I'm all yours."
Tapping away at the screen, Riley couldn't help but smile. She could almost see him on the other end of the phone, ears pinned back slightly in concern whenever she mentioned being a bit stressed or worried about something. Always the problem solver that fox, she thought. "I'm fine, silly! Just being all emotional about missing break room coffee and office gossip. And besides, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be all YOURS come tomorrow ;)"
The next reply came just as quickly as the first. "Ooh, if you keep teasing me like that I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you :p"
Riley grinned, imagining the pink creeping into his ears. "Isn't that the point? After all, we've got a lot of catching up to do. And I haven't been fucked properly ever since our last little rendezvous."
She allowed herself a smug smile and sat down on the couch, knowing full well just how flustered Aaron was probably getting. Riley had never been ashamed about her sex drive, and while Aaron could definitely match her round for round, he was a bit more bashful until they were actually in the bedroom. Just one of the many reasons she found him so adorable.
"Y'know you are not making it easy to concentrate on editing this article. I might just have to give you a spanking for that, sweetheart."
The fork paused halfway to Riley's muzzle as she bit her lip, squeezing her legs together for a moment. A tingle of warmth grew inside her, fingers tapping against the phone's screen. "Mmm, I'm looking forward to it, sir <3"
Nearly an hour passed before Riley finally finished her salad, much more preoccupied with their flirting. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. At least a few times a month they would stay up into the early hours of the morning when they should have been sleeping, teasing eachother mercilessly over text or video chat. But the weariness the next day had always been worth it. She still couldn't believe that the stars had aligned, giving her the opportunity to meet someone like Aaron that fateful day nearly two years ago. And at a fantasy convention, of all places. She'd learned the hard way that the caliber of some men at those sorts of events, more often than not, was sub-par. Not all of them were creeps or weirdos, of course, but one or two bad apples could easily ruin a whole bushel.
Aaron had been different, though. Their meeting had been entirely chance, ending up on the same elevator that got stuck between floors in the convention hall. Waiting for the firefighters and technicians to free them took nearly an hour. It had given them plenty of time to talk, chatting about their respective cosplays and lore surrounding their favorite fandoms. By the time they'd been released from their prison Riley had made up her mind. She asked him out for a dinner date then and there, and they'd been inseparable since.
At least, as inseparable as possible given that they lived on almost opposite ends of the country.
"It's just so weird thinking that we're actually going to be...you know, together now." Aaron's voice was slightly muffled through the phone speaker. They'd decided that a phone call was more fitting as Riley laid in bed, allowing herself a little smile.
"Weird? Why, do you think I'm weird?"
"Oh, you know what I mean." He chuckled. She imagined him grinning, the mental image making her heart flutter. "It's just hard to believe, that's all. I'm worried that this is all just a dream and I'm going to wake up at any second."
"Well, my flight tickets and itinerary for tomorrow say that it's pretty real." She rolled over, cradling the phone against her shoulder. "But I know what you mean. I guess luck was on our side, huh?"
"There's more than luck. You worked hard to get that job out here, so really this is all thanks to you."
She was suddenly glad they weren't video chatting, knowing how quickly her ears were turning red. "Oh hush, you were the one who found it!"
"Yeah, but you still had to put in the work to get it." He paused. "I'm really, really excited to see you, Riley."
"And I can't wait to see you, Aaron." She couldn't contain a wiggle of happiness, letting out a soft yip. They kept talking until Riley was fighting off sleep, eyes drooping and voice growing soft. She wanted nothing more than to stay awake, to keep talking to Aaron until the sun came up, but he eventually coaxed her into rest.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, hun. Love you." He whispered.
"Mmm, love you too." Reluctantly ending the call and rolling over, she surrendered to the weariness and drifted off to sleep.
Aaron had to resist the urge to check his watch again. It would've been the sixth or seventh time in less than two minutes. The last thing he wanted was someone reporting him to airport security, an anxious-looking marble fox who couldn't seem to keep track of the hour. They might think he was on drugs. But it certainly didn't help that time seemed to be moving like frozen molasses, each second dragging longer than the one before. He'd arrived half an hour earlier than needed, which likely wasn't helping, but there was no chance in hell he was going to be stuck in traffic as Riley waited for him. He'd even paid the fifty dollars for parking so he could wait near baggage claim. It was a pittance for not having to rush the moment when they met. His vulpine tail, a stretch of white tipped with charcoal gray twitched back and forth anxiously.
Compromising with himself, Aaron decided to check his phone instead of the clock. He'd sent Riley a message fifteen minutes ago telling her where he'd be waiting. She had replied not long after telling him they were just getting off the plane. He started running the numbers. Five minutes just to get off the plane, another two or three to reach the tram, maybe another five for the tram to get from her gate to the main terminal, two or three minutes to reach baggage claim. What if she'd gotten delayed somehow? Aaron's gut tightened. What if she got lost? Or maybe the tram was stuck in the tunnel, or it crashed into something, or...
A flash of russet and tawny fur was the only warning Aaron had before something warm, soft, and coyote-scented was crashing into him. He sputtered, nearly falling to the ground before catching his footing and blinking in stunned shock. And then a familiar yet exhilarating scent reached his nose, and his heart shot into his throat. Wrapping his arms tightly around the squirming, wiggling ball of fur pressed against him, he hoisted Riley a few inches off the ground in a tight embrace. "Oof!"
Riley hugged him as tightly as she could manage, practically squeezing the air from his lungs. But Aaron couldn't have cared less. All that mattered was the coyote wrapped in his arms, finally feeling her pressed up against him and breathing in her scent. He slowly set her back down, not wasting a single moment and leaning in to kiss her deeply, cupping her face in his hands as she pulled him in close. A few people gave them sidelong glances, but nothing short of a crowbar could have separated the pair. Gripping his waist and huffing through her nose, Riley just let herself fall into Aaron's comforting, warm embrace with their lips pressed together. A kiss too long in the waiting, months of absence made up for in a single moment that couldn't have lasted long enough.
Finally though, she had to relent. Panting softly and pulling back just a few inches, she smiled and cuffed at her eyes as tears began to well up. "God, I couldn't wait to do that." She nuzzled into his neck with a happy growl, tail lashing frantically from side to side.
"You're not the only one." He murmured, kissing her cheek and wrapping her in another tight embrace. There was no place he'd rather be, clutching the coyote and realizing a dream years in the making.
Riley wasn't sure how long they stood there, but it didn't feel long enough. Still, they couldn't spend the rest of their lives standing in airport baggage claim. Clearing her throat and taking a few breaths to recover from the flood of emotion, she gave Aaron's nose a kiss before stepping back. "As romantic as the airport is, we should probably get a move on." She stuck her tongue out.
"That's probably a good idea." Chuckling, he ignored her yips of protest as he picked up her heavier checked bag and made for the exit, clutching her hand in his. Thankfully there was already a bus waiting to take them to the parking area of the airport, and they climbed aboard with a few other passengers. Sitting next to eachother, he leaned in for another kiss, a bit more restrained than the first. "I just can't believe we're really doing this." He grinned, ears perked up as she returned the gesture. "It feels like some fantasy."
"I pinched myself a dozen times on that flight just to make sure I wasn't dreaming." Resting her head on his shoulder, Riley squeezed his hand tightly. "But if the welt on my arm is any indication it seems pretty real."
The bus pulled to a stop in the parking garage a few minutes later, the pair squeezing between the rows of seats and stepping off. A gust of wind howled through the lanes of parked cars and Riley shivered, zipping her sweater all the way up to her chin. "Jesus, is it always this cold?"
Aaron couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly. "Cold? It's like forty degrees! This is a beautiful spring day. Just wait until January, nothing like negative ten to get your blood pumping."
"Not all of us were blessed with a winter coat, mister marble fox. All my family came from Arizona! We're desert creatures, I'll have you know." She huffed as they came to Aaron's car, loading her bags into the back of his sedan.
"What, didn't have winter in Virginia?" He chided playfully as they climbed in, though he made a point to quickly turn the heater to full blast before pulling out of the parking spot.
"Not like this! It's just wet and chilly. This is a frozen wind tunnel." She had to admit, however, that there was a certain beauty to the snow-driven plains and distant mountains as they drove onto the interstate. A harsh kind of beauty that she could enjoy from within the warm confines of the Honda. She reached over and took his hand again, intertwining their fingers. "But I figure if I'm going to be stuck in a winter hellscape, I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with."
The tips of Aaron's ears turned a shade darker as he looked over at her, smiling and kissing the top of her hand. "And I'm glad I'll have someone to watch my back when the Yeti come out of their spring thaw."
"That's not funny!"
The drive to Aaron's apartment took just over an hour, near the downtown metro area of Denver proper. Riley couldn't help but gawk slightly as they passed under skyscrapers towering over them, a far cry from her comparatively tiny hillside community in Virginia. Restaurants, clubs, and retail outlets lined the ground floors clad with shimmering glass and neon signs, the sidewalks a bustling hive of activity even in the windy chill. It was a touch overwhelming coming from a city only a fraction the size of this, but knowing that Aaron was there to guide her through it all took much of the edge off.
Though they talked almost daily while living apart, video calls and texting were no match for the real thing. She felt the day's stress and worry melt away as they chatted. A distant part of her had been worried, that the chemistry wouldn't be quite the same now that they had made this sort of commitment. Maybe something about being so far away had been the secret ingredient to their relationship, and without it they wouldn't be the same. But that fear was already fading with each minute they spent together. She couldn't help a thrill running through her every time the realization came up. This is real. I'm really with him. We're together now!
Navigating through the rush of evening traffic, Aaron navigated out of the busiest part of the city center until they entered a district filled with independent coffee shops and Thai restaurants, record stores and more microbreweries than she could count. He grimaced slightly as they passed the fifth vegan breakfast place in as many blocks, suddenly seeming a bit sheepish. "I know it's a bit, uh...hipster out here, but really it's not so bad."
She grinned, nudging his shoulder. "I'm not one to complain, it kind of reminds me of DC. Just don't start buying kale shakes and antique leather jackets any time soon."
"Kale shakes are delicious, I'll have you know." He smirked.
Aaron's apartment building, a six-story monolith of glass and masonry, rose up out of the surrounding neighborhood a block ahead. It took him a few extra minutes to find parking, but eventually they pulled into an empty spot and began unloading Riley's bags. Just two carry-ons and a single checked bag. She'd shipped most of her things earlier in the week, trying to minimize how much clutter would soon be taking up Aaron's apartment.
"I got those boxes you sent, by the way." He mentioned as they walked through the lobby and into one of the elevators, hitting the button for the fifth floor. "We can spend some time unpacking tomorrow if you want, I didn't want to start opening your stuff without your permission."
She ruffled the fur between his ears, chuckling. "Hun, you know there's nothing in there you haven't seen before. Unless you're suddenly squeamish about my collection of butt plugs."
The fox's ears twitched, growing even darker than before. "I mean...not exactly."
"It's fine, you goof. We can deal with all of that tomorrow."
A soft chime announced they'd reached the fifth floor, and Aaron hefted her larger bag as they stepped out into the hall and walked to Aaron's apartment. "Well, here we are!" He said, unlocking the door and letting her in first. "Make yourself at home."
Setting her bags down next to the door, Riley gave herself a moment just to get accustomed to the space. A living room, complete with a worn but well-maintained leather couch and decently sized television took up a good chunk of space with an attached kitchen on the other side. It was far from the largest apartment she'd ever seen but certainly not small by any means. A short hallway lead to what she assumed was the bathroom and bedroom, carpeted floor in the hall giving way to hardwood in the kitchen. She ran a hand across one of the counter-tops, surprised to find that it was real granite. "Woah, you didn't skimp on this place, did you?"
Aaron blushed, pulling her larger bag into the living room and setting it down gently. "You can thank the news agency for part of it. They volunteered to pay for a portion of my housing if I agreed to work at the Denver office for a few years, so I only pay about three quarters of the rent." His arms looped around Riley's waist from behind and hugged her, nuzzling the side of her cheek. "I know it's not a huge space, but I think we can make it work."
She couldn't stop smiling, leaning back against him and letting out a happy sigh. "It'll be perfect, hun. And...thank you. For everything."
"You don't need to thank me, Riley. Just you being here is thanks enough." He squeezed her hand before letting go and heading for the fridge. "So, would you like something to eat? I've got some leftover chicken curry, or we could order pizza, or..."
Riley was only half paying attention. Not that she was ignoring him, of course. Rather, the gears in her mind were already starting to turn as she glanced towards her larger suitcase in the living room. She knew what was inside, and couldn't help but grin as the idea came to fruition.
"Actually, would you mind if I took a quick shower? Being cooped up in that plane made me feel all gross, it'd be really nice to get clean."
"Sure! Here, I'll give you the shower tutorial." Ruffling the fur atop her head, Aaron escorted her to the bathroom and demonstrated how to work the shower. "There's fresh towels in the cabinet right there, I'll go grab your bag for you."
"You're the best!" She gave him a peck on the cheek, helping him move the suitcase into the bathroom before shutting the door behind her. The shower hissed to life and before long she was rubbing a healthy amount of shampoo into her fur, savoring the hot water and smell of soap. But she didn't want to take too long. The coyote had something in mind, and didn't feel like wasting any time. Fifteen minutes later she shut off the water and stepped out, hurriedly drying herself while opening the suitcase, muttering under her breath. "Please tell me I packed it in here...ah, there you are!"
Aaron heard the water shut off as he loaded the dishwasher with the previous night's plates and silverware, feeling a bit embarrassed that he'd forgotten. He wanted everything to be perfect for when Riley moved in, and dirty dishes weren't part of that plan. Not that she would have really minded. He'd seen her apartment before when they were on video calls, and to call it barely controlled chaos would be an understatement. Not dirty, just...busy. He prided himself on trying to keep things organized as best as possible, and often found himself most at peace when cleaning or sorting things.
The dishwasher hummed to life and he started putting clean dishes away, pausing as he heard the bathroom door opening. "Hey babe," Riley's voice echoed down the short hallway. "Mind helping me with something really quick?"
"Be right there!" Putting a wine glass back up into the cabinet, Aaron dried his hands and went around the kitchen island to turn down the hallway, only to stop dead in his tracks.
It took his brain a few seconds to process, reboot, and then come to terms with what he was seeing. And even then, it didn't seem quite real at first. Riley stood at the end of the hall wearing a mischievous smirk and a set of very alluring, very scant black lingerie. Matching panties, garter belt, stockings, and bra that left little to the imagination. The thin fabric hugged her curves in all the right ways, tracing along the contours of her fur. Time stopped. His muzzle dropped open, and the room nearly tilted under his feet as his heart raced to get back to a steady if not rapid tempo. He swallowed as she spun slowly, not even bothering to hide his lingering gaze as she showed off every inch of her gorgeous canine figure.
"I know you said I didn't have to thank you, but..." She giggled, not able to hide a little blush creeping into her cheeks. "I'd really like to, if you don't mind."
For a few seconds Aaron just gawped like a fish plucked from the water, forcing himself to blink a few times just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Riley was still there, practically beckoning him on with a look he knew all too well. He smiled and stepped forward to meet her, hands coming to rest on her hips and giving them a firm squeeze. He didn't say anything at first, just gazing up and down at Riley.
"Mmm...sure you're not too tired from your flight?" He asked finally, tracing his fingers up along her waist and ribs, feeling his heart leap as she shivered in response. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed it in their times together, the slight hitch in her breath as he touched her, the way her tail flicked up, how she arched her back to lean closer. And he loved every second of it.
She shook her head, hands rubbing his shoulders as they pressed closer together. "Not at all. Full of energy as always."
"Well in that case, how about I help tire you out a little?" He asked with a grin, reaching up and taking her wrists. A soft moan caressed his ears, the only sound she could make before Aaron was pushing her against the wall and kissing her heatedly, like it was the first time all over again.
Aaron had never considered himself the dominant sort before meeting Riley. The most adventurous thing he'd done with previous partners involved fuzzy handcuffs and some playful spanking. But Riley had introduced him to the kink scene early on and he'd taken to it surprisingly naturally. There was a lot to learn, of course. It wasn't something one could jump into without doing some research beforehand. Safewords, limits, proper aftercare, etiquette, all of it came into play before the clothes even came off. BDSM dynamics, he learned, required intense amounts of trust, responsibility, and communication between partners. At first it had been daunting, but with Riley's help they soon found it to be a thrilling part of their relationship. He trusted her, she trusted him, and they were never afraid to talk openly about what worked and what didn't.
They'd spent countless hours discussing their dynamic. Aaron knew exactly what she enjoyed, what things were off-limits, how to care for her after the deed itself, and what left her panting and moaning for more. And he was happy to oblige. She of course had done likewise, and the coyote knew just what sorts of things made Aaron tick.
Riley squirmed as he pinned her against the wall, writhing against him and letting out a muffled gasp of excitement. This time there was no holding back, his tongue slipping into her muzzle without resistance as she yielded under his touch. And that, he felt, was perhaps one of the most beautiful things about their dynamic. Riley was submitting because she wanted to, because she trusted him, because she knew that she had the true power. The power to stop whenever she wanted, and that he would adhere to that power immediately without question. He was only in charge with her consent.
Her hips rolled against his, making Aaron acutely aware of just how riled up she'd already gotten him. Their tongues swirled and danced together in a flurry of passion, and Aaron let out a playful growl from the back of his throat. With each passing second their embrace only grew in intensity and fervor until they were both panting and shaking. Pulling back just slightly Aaron took Riley's lower lip in his teeth, giving it a playful tug before kissing her again. This time she couldn't muffle her soft cry, practically humping his waist with her hips.
That was the extent of all she could do, pressed back against the wall with Aaron holding her wrists. In truth she could likely break free if she really wanted to. Deceptively strong, she'd beaten Aaron in more than a few friendly wrestling matches. But that wasn't the point of their little game. She desperately yearned for this surrender, to let Aaron take control, to guide her. The sense of wonderful vulnerability only intensified the heat growing between her legs, and the coyote was practically panting by the time Aaron pulled away from the kiss with a grin. Though they were practically the same height she felt oddly small as he looked over her, a protective yet hungry glint in his eye. And she absolutely loved it.
"Did you bring it?" He asked softly, holding both of her wrists in one hand while the other gently caressed her neck. Not squeezing, not choking, just letting her feel his fingertips against her fur.
"Yes, sir." She panted, nodding and grinding against him.
"That's my good girl." Kissing between her ears, he slowly released her hands and nodded to where the suitcase waited. "Go and get it, but don't put it on yet. I'm going to get a few things together in the bedroom."
A grin of anticipation was already forming on his muzzle as she practically ran back into the bathroom, sorting through her bag. Going into the bedroom, he knew exactly what he was looking for in the bottom of the closet. The box had a wonderful heft as he set it next to the bed and began looking through the contents, making sure he had everything they would need. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, thinking back to when Riley had first introduced him to the kinky lifestyle. He wouldn't have known what half of these things would be for just a few years prior.
His attention shifted as Riley entered holding a thick leather collar, a hook for a leash affixed to both front and back. She blushed, folding her hands in front of her and folding her ears back, and Aaron's heart almost melted. Normally a fiery, almost domineering sort, Riley always let her guard down when they were taking on their respective roles. She didn't have to worry about being in charge or making decisions, that was Aaron's job. And he wanted to do the best he could by her.
Making his way across the room and taking the collar from her outstretched hands, Aaron planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. Her giggle lasted until he stood behind her, wrapping the collar around her neck and cinching it into place. "Not too tight, my pet?"
He felt the shiver that ran up her spine. "It's perfect, Master."
"Good. Now then, I think you're a little overdressed for the occasion. Bra and panties off."
"Yes, sir." He stepped back as she stripped off the garments in question, faster than he could have thought possible. They fell to the ground, leaving her in just the stockings and garter belt. Aaron couldn't resist the temptation to just savor the sight, pacing around her in a slow circle. Something about lingerie drove him wild, and Riley knew it all too well. They'd built up a healthy collection over time, and she was more than happy to show it off. Even if most of it ended up on the floor by the time they were done.
Standing behind her, Aaron kissed the side of her neck and grazed his teeth through her fur, just enough for the coyote to shiver and let out a soft gasp. His hands slid up along her sides until they were cupping her breasts, just the perfect size to fit in his palms. "God, you're so beautiful." He whispered into her ear, giving it a little tug with his teeth. She stiffened wonderfully and bit her lip. Riley's legs shook with excitement, and the fur between her thighs was already growing damp with arousal. The urge to touch herself was growing almost too strong to ignore, but she knew that Aaron had plans for her and didn't want to spoil the fun. So instead she stood still, letting him explore her body to his hearts' content. And the marble fox was certainly in no rush, wanting to savor every moment. His fingertips traced patterns in her fur; just below her navel, between her breasts, around her nipples and on the small of her back, until every touch felt like a jolt of delicious electricity shooting through her.
Aaron gave the collar a gentle tug, just enough to break Riley out of the haze for a moment. "Do you remember our safeword, pet?"
Nodding, a smile spread across her muzzle as he stroked her tail. "Stardust, sir."
"Good! And remember, we can stop any time you say, for any reason. I don't want you to ever feel bad about having to use your safeword." His arms circled around her waist, hugging her close in a moment of intimacy oddly distant from the heated passion of sex. Taking the moment to breathe, she nodded and leaned back into his embrace.
"I promise, Master. I trust you."
"And I trust you." Nibbling at her ear, earning a squeal and laugh of surprise, Aaron reached into the box and pulled out a long black leash, clipping it to the front of her collar. "Up on the bed, spread your legs for me."
Riley's eyes caught the coils of rope already waiting by the bedside as she climbed up onto the mattress, licking her lips in anticipation. She'd introduced Aaron to Shibari, the intricate art of using rope as a bondage tool, and he'd grown quite proficient with the complicated knots and twists of rope that could hold someone in place just as easily as locks and chains. He was already unwrapping a length of rope as she laid on her back, opening her legs wide and reaching up towards the headboard.
Kneeling on the bed next to her, Aaron hummed to himself. The first loops of rope went around her wrists and arms, then one of the posts on the headboard, tying them securely in place above her head. She gave the rope an experimental tug. There was no way for her to escape, but that only intensified the thrill starting to manifest itself as a growing warmth between her legs. She completely trusted Aaron. The vulnerability of being tied down, completely exposed to another and at their mercy felt welcome and enticing when she knew Aaron would never do anything to hurt her or cross her boundaries.
He set about tying her legs next, helping her shift into the right position with her knees bent, ankles almost touching the backs of her thighs. Once again he was astounded by her flexibility as he tied a few more knots to hold them in place, making sure the ropes weren't biting into her legs too deeply. "How's that feel, sweetheart?"
"It's perfect, sir." Smiling up at him and wiggling a bit, testing the strength of the knots, she drew in a few breaths to calm her racing heart. There would be plenty of time for that later.
"Mmh, you have no idea how cute you look like this." Aaron leaned down next to her, hooking a finger beneath the collar around her throat. She gazed up at him and let out a soft whimper as his other hand began to wander, rubbing her stomach in slow circles before starting to drift south. "Tied up, desperate..." Fingertips hovering just above her pubic mound, he grinned and leaned in until their noses nearly touched. Her breath caught at the precise moment his fingers finally slid down between her thighs, bucking her hips and squirming. "And absolutely soaked already. Goodness, you've been desperate for this, haven't you?"
"Y-yes, sir!" She panted hard. Trying to press herself against his digits. But it was a useless effort, the ropes holding her in place as he teased around her warm, slick petals, just barely grazing against the sensitive flesh there. It was an intricate dance, Aaron holding back what she desperately wanted for the sake of making the eventual reward so much more worthwhile. But even he could only be patient for so long. Growling in her ear, a soft rumble of almost feral passion, he slid two fingers into her smoothly all the way to the hilt without even a hint of resistance. Riley's core instantly clenched down around them and she cried out, bucking hard as her body went taut as a bowstring.
For a moment Aaron didn't move his fingers, wanting to give her a moment to adjust. He kissed along her neck softly, rubbing the small of her back with the hand not buried between her twitching legs. "Shh, that's my good girl. You're doing great, pet. Just like that." He whispered, slowly starting to curl his fingers inside her. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, a ridge of soft flesh just a few inches inside her. As soon as he touched it she tensed with pleasure and let out a long, trembling moan. "A-aah!"
Though the ropes kept her from doing much, that didn't stop Riley from writhing in bliss as Aaron explored her depths. Her toes curled and ears pinned back as Aaron focused his efforts. All she could do was surrender, whimpering and gasping every time he hit that little spot that yearned for more and more. This was what she lived for; a moment of pure submission with a partner who valued not only her safety and well-being, but her pleasure as well. And she knew from experience that Aaron wouldn't be satisfied until she was. He made it a point to make sure she had her fill before addressing his own needs, and that made her want to please him even more when the time came.
However, her own time was coming faster than she expected. Finally being in Aaron's arms again and at his mercy after so long apart, Riley could do little to stem the growing wave of climax starting to build inside her. Even with her best toys and plenty of practice there was no comparing the experience of Aaron making her cum. He flexed his fingers back and forth, thumb starting to rub against her clitoral hood gently. She was dimly aware that the sheets were probably going to be soaked by the time they were through, but that was far down her list of concerns. She instinctively rolled her hips in time with Aaron's fingers, gritting her teeth and holding back a scream of ecstasy.
"M-Master!" She moaned, barely able to get the words out. "I'm...I'm..."
Aaron's voice caressed her ears, a gentle embrace amid the torrent of pleasure. "Cum for me, Riley. It's okay, I want to see you cum. There we go, almost there..."
Riley tried to hold back. She really did. Not wanting the moment to end, she did everything in her power to stave off the conclusion to their little dance, at least for the moment. But Aaron clearly had other plans. He focused his attention on her clit and g-spot, massaging and pressing against them rhythmically, growing more and more insistent. For someone who didn't share the same equipment, the fox certainly knew what he was doing, she thought. And that experience soon paid off as Riley finally gave in, surrendering herself completely.
"F-fuck! Yes! Y-yes yes yes!" The ropes went tight along with the rest of Riley's body as she tumbled over the edge of climax with a breathless cry, not caring in the slightest if the neighbors might overhear. She focused solely on the sensation of Aaron's fingers buried inside her and teasing her clitoris relentlessly to prolong her climax as long as he could manage. She bucked and writhed as much as the restraints would allow, ears flat against her head and tail thrashing beneath her. The fur between her thighs was soon soaked with her arousal as she pumped her hips. "Oh god!"
Aaron allowed himself a grin, feeling her walls rippling around his fingers tightly with each aftershock of climax. She always looked so cute in the throes of pleasure, eyes screwed shut and ears twitching frantically, and he couldn't get enough of it. His nose brushed up under her jawline as she worked her hips, feeling the shivers running through her. "That's my good girl."
Slowly, Riley's desperate panting slowed to a more reasonable pace as she slumped back, going limp in the restraints and letting her head fall to the pillow below. She blinked, trying to regain some semblance of composure. That was easier said than done with Aaron's fingers still buried inside her. But after a few more moments of delicious teasing he coaxed them free, glancing down at the damp spot on the blankets with a satisfied grin. As Riley's mind came back to something close to functioning, she looked up to meet Aaron's gaze. He just smiled and made a point of licking his fingers clean of her juices. She shivered with delight, giggling and letting out a happy sigh.
"You doing okay there, darling?" He asked, kissing her cheek.
"W-wonderful, master." A beaming smile crossed her face. "That was...wow."
Laughing, Aaron kissed her nose and began untying the ropes around her legs, rubbing them to bring her bloodflow back. "You did seem a little pent up, I'm always happy to help. And you look so cute when you cum like that."
As she was freed from the restraints, Riley bit her lip and slid off the bed. Aaron was preoccupied setting the ropes back into the box, and his already swollen sheath throbbed as he found Riley sitting on her knees before him, tail wagging eagerly from side to side. "Would you allow me to 'help' you now, sir?"
Aaron drew in a short breath. Somehow, Riley always knew just what buttons of his to press. And seeing her on her knees, willing and eager to please him, was definitely one of the more sensitive ones. He chuckled and stroked her ears before starting to undo his belt. "Hmm, I think I could be persuaded."
He got the belt halfway off before Riley's eager hands were unbuttoning his pants, tugging them down as he hurried to strip off his shirt. In a matter of seconds he stood bare in front of her, the bright pink tip of his canine erection already peaking out of its sheath. Inhaling sharply as she leaned in to nuzzle and kiss the exposed skin, he rested a hand atop her head and stroked the fur between her ears slowly. "Oooh, someone's definitely eager." His tail twitched as she dragged her tongue across the tip of his shaft, coaxing it out of hiding inch by inch. Knot already starting to form, Aaron winced in pleasure as she gently coaxed it out from behind his sheath. The fox wasn't huge by any stretch, fairly average at just around six inches, but Riley had made it clear time and time again that it was more than enough for her.
And she set about proving that, not wasting any time in wrapping her lips around the head of his length and starting to suck. Aaron had to brace himself against the wall as she took the head of his shaft into her muzzle. Her tongue curled around him and teased along the underside, lapping up a few drops of precum that were already leaking from the tip while starting to bob her head up and down along his cock, taking it a little deeper each time. After plenty of practice with her toys at home, or on the occasions she got to see Aaron, she'd tamed her gag reflex to the point she could take every inch of his manhood without any trouble.
But she held off, not wanting to end things too quickly. Instead she took her time massaging and teasing Aaron's length with her tongue, keeping her lips tightly sealed around it and applying just a little suction as she pulled back. Feeling Aaron's gentle paw on her head only encouraged her; not pushing her down onto it, just stroking her ears and helping guide her as the coyote sucked him off. Whenever her tongue hit one of his sweet spots she was rewarded with a throb of his shaft against her tongue, often accompanied by another few drops of slightly salty precum. She swallowed it without thinking, savoring the taste of her lover's arousal. The mere act of pleasing him was doing wonders for Riley as well, who could feel the familiar tingle of excitement building inside her again.
Before long she had settled into her rhythm, sliding all the way down to the base of Aaron's cock as the tip pushed back down her throat just a little before she pulled back to suckle on the head. Aaron could barely keep himself upright, panting hard and groaning. The tantalizing, unyielding heat of Riley's tongue drove him wild. But he resisted the temptation to simply hold her head in place and thrust into that adorable muzzle of hers, though he was fully aware she could handle it. Instead he just let her set the pace, occasionally rolling his hips just a little.
"F-fuck, you're good at that..." He hissed with pleasure, rubbing one of her ears between his fingers. Riley just giggled, the sound a bit muffled with her mouth so preoccupied.
The idea of pumping his seed down her throat was incredibly tempting, and he knew how much the coyote loved tasting him, but he had something else in mind. Rubbing her head one more time he slowly pulled his cock free, the cool air a sharp contrast to the slick warmth he'd been enjoying the second prior. "As much as I'd love to give you a treat," He chuckled, tilting her muzzle up to meet her gaze. "There's somewhere else I'd like to finish."
Her wagging tail betrayed her excitement as he helped Riley to her feet. "How would you like me, sir?" She asked with a deep blush, folding her hands obediently in front of her.
"Hmm..." Aaron tapped his chin. "Surprise me, pet."
Riley didn't have to think. Climbing up onto the bed, she got on all fours and lifted her tail high, exposing the touch of slick, warm pink between her thighs, very nearly dripping onto the sheets below. She looked over her shoulder with an expression that left little doubt of what she wanted. But just to drive the point home she swayed her hips from side to side, legs spread apart to give Aaron a wonderful view of the treasure that awaited him.
But to her surprise Aaron didn't clamor up onto the mattress immediately. Instead he just grinned, showing a flash of teeth before reaching into the box next to the bed. She couldn't quite see what he grabbed, but that mystery soon resolved itself as he got up behind her, taking one of her wrists. A leather cuff slipped into place around it before Aaron guided her arms behind her back, leaving her face and torso resting on the mattress with her rear up in the air. Both of her hands were soon restrained, leaving her in a wonderfully compromising position. She huffed with excitement, keeping her legs open. But instead of Aaron's cock, she felt his fingers sliding into her again, quickly finding her g-spot and pressing against it teasingly. She arched her back and shuddered, pushing her hips back against his hand instinctively. "M-mmhh!"
"Goodness, you're just insatiable, aren't you?" He chuckled, working his fingers inside her. "Tell me what you want, pup. Beg for it."
Fuck, he's such a tease! Riley thought, but even she had to admit he knew just how to drive her wild. Folding her ears back in a sign of submission, she let out a soft cry as his thumb found her clit again. "F-fuck me, master! Please, I need it..." Another wave of bliss rushed through her, and she tugged at the restraints. "Breed me! Make me yours!"
Aaron didn't say anything at first, instead just slipping his fingers free. She let out a happy whimper as the tip of his shaft pressed between her folds, and his hands settled on her hips. "Good girl." He whispered in her ear, and then pushed forward.
The rest of the world faded to nothing more than an afterthought as Aaron felt his manhood sinking into her, inch by agonizingly slow inch. All that mattered was the silky, slick warmth starting to clench and squeeze around his length and the delicious moans of Riley below him, her walls parting around his cock. His muzzle hung open, panting softly as she tried pushing back against him. The temptation to simply bury himself into her with one hard thrust was nearly overwhelming. Yet he held back, drawing out the moment for as long as possible until his knot was pressing against her folds.
"Mmmh, that's my girl...so fucking tight." He groaned, rolling his hips to grind against Riley's slit with the bulbous curve of his knot. One hand gripped her ass as the other slid down between her legs to start teasing her again. The coyote's moans matched his own as she clenched down reflexively around him like a vice.
"Oh fuck, Master...so b-big!" She writhed under him, trying to get purchase to rock her hips. But Aaron had no plans of letting her take over just yet. He pressed his hand on the small of her back and nipped at her neck.
"Ah ah, you just lay there, pup. You wanted to be bred, so I'm going to breed you how I see fit." He huffed, driving the point home with a firm spank to upturned rear. Riley just moaned and nodded, trying to control her urges to push back against that wonderfully thick knot teasing at her entrance. Aaron kissed the top of her head before sitting up again. He paused to just appreciate the sight of his shaft buried inside her before pulling his hips back just as slowly as he'd entered. Waiting until only the tip was inside and Riley was practically whimpering in frustration, he thrust forward again right to the knot. His efforts were rewarded with a ragged yip of pleasure. While Riley's passage clenched around him snugly, it was still easy enough for him to control the pace considering just how soaked she was. Their hips met with rhythmic claps every time he thrust forward, starting to build up a steady rhythm that soon left the pair panting and grunting in pleasure.
Riley completely let go. Aaron was in charge, and she didn't have to worry about a thing. All she had to think about was the sensation of his canine shaft pumping in and out of her, his hands gripping her by the waist or occasionally reaching back to give her a firm but playful spank. Nothing else mattered in that moment, surrendering to her lover, trusting him with her entire being, letting him control the nearly overwhelming shock-waves of ecstasy coursing through her with each thrust. "Oh fuck, Master! Yes! Take me!"
Gripping her by the waist, Aaron growled and pumped his hips harder and harder, knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer at this pace. But that didn't mean he couldn't try. He wanted to coax at least one more climax out of the coyote bent over under him, starting to angle his thrusts up slightly to hit a spot that left her writhing and almost screaming with a chorus of pleasure.
"Mmh, I w-wish you could see yourself like this, pup." He grunted, breathing hard. Another firm spank echoed through the room to accentuate his thrusts. "Ass up, face down, taking my cock like the good girl you are. I b-bet you want my knot, don't you? You want me to fill you with my cum, isn't that right?"
The tremor that ran through Riley was enough for him to gasp, feeling her tightening around him again. "Y-yes! Oh fuck, cum inside me! I need it, Master! Breed me!"
It didn't matter that Aaron knew full well she was on birth control, or that it would be exceedingly rare for their breeds to successfully cross-breed. Hearing her begging for his seed, desperate to feel it filling her, nearly made him climax right then and there. But he managed to hold off for just a few seconds longer, timing his thrusts with the fingers circling around her clit feverishly. "F-fuck, gonna..."
To his surprise Riley beat him to the punch. Without warning she arched her back and let out a primal cry and tensed below him, her passage squeezing down around his shaft with rhythmic pulses in time with her waves of climax. Stars danced and flared behind her eyes as she shook and twitched. Just at the precipice of her ecstasy, when she thought she couldn't take any more, Aaron grabbed her hips and thrust forward with a firm push. The pressure between her thighs grew until finally, with a slick pop, his canine knot pushed into her and locked them together. The fox let out a half-gasp, half-growl as his shaft pulsed and twitched inside his lover.
Every throb of his manhood was accompanied by a long jet of his seed, and Riley's eyes fluttered as the slick warmth began filling her. She could feel every bit of it, her cunny milking him for each drop of fox cum. His knot kept it all sealed perfectly inside even as he bucked his hips frantically, instinct driving him on to give everything he had. And she wasn't going to deny him that, pushing back against him and trying to coax out his climax for as long as they possibly could. She whimpered with delight while he filled her to the very brim, her own orgasm leaving her whole body singing with silent ecstasy.
Aaron's thrusts grew shallower and softer as he rode out the last currents of climax. His breath was ragged, arms and legs shaking, head swimming and little pinpricks of light dancing in his vision. Riley was already starting to come down from hers, face pressed against the blankets and panting for air. He bent down over her, using every last ounce of strength to simply avoid falling over, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling the back of her neck. The coyote's scent filled his nose; a gentle, earthy, almost spicy note. He breathed in deep, never wanting to forget it. Riley's scent was one of safety and love, a reminder that he always had someone to turn to.
Blinking slowly, Riley couldn't help but giggle breathlessly as he caressed her. The ferocity of their love-making was already beginning to give way to the soft warmth of afterglow, held in the arms of the male who cared for her the most. No matter how intense their sessions she always knew that at the end he would be there, caring for and holding her, wrapping her in his comforting embrace. It always brought her back to the present moment, a gentle reminder that he would be there no matter what.
Summoning what little strength he had left Aaron reached back and undid the cuffs around her wrists, gently rolling them onto their sides with his shaft still hilted inside her. He knew it would be at least ten minutes before he'd softened enough to pull out of her, but he had no plans of going anywhere. Not while the coyote was curled up against him, breathing softly and looking back at him with just a sliver of her green eyes peaking out from behind their half-closed lids. His hand settled on Riley's stomach, the other running up and down her thigh. "Hey, you." He murmured softly, smiling. "You doing okay?"
"Mmmh, yes sir. Wonderful, as a matter of fact." She giggled, tail wagging against his waist and reaching down to intertwine their fingers. She held his hand against her chest, letting out a contented sigh. "Thank you, Master."
"It was my pleasure. Quite literally." His lips brushed against one of her ears. "You did so well, such a good girl."
They both shivered slightly as her walls rippled around his cock again out of pure instinct. Riley reached back to stroke his tail, unable to resist the temptation and giving his rear a playful grope. Yipping in response, Aaron nipped at her ear. "Ooh, I definitely needed that..." She hummed, glancing down with a blush at the sight of his length nestled inside her, along with the obvious damp spot on the blanket.
"I could tell." Chuckling, Aaron stroked her tail with the tips of his fingers. "But I'm definitely not going to complain about helping."
"Clearly." She winked, wiggling her hips and drawing out another moan from the fox hilted inside her.
After a few more minutes of simply holding each other Aaron's shaft finally slipped free, and Riley couldn't help but blush as his seed practically poured out of her, dripping out from between her folds. "Jesus, how long were you holding out for?" She laughed, watching his cheeks redden and ruffling his ears.
"It's uh...definitely been a few days." Rubbing the back of his neck, he quickly stripped the used blanket off the bed and retrieved another from the closet, laying it down and climbing under the soft fleece next to Riley. She nestled into his arms again, her muzzle resting in the crook of his shoulder. "But it was worth it, for you."
"Aww, such a romantic." She giggled and stroked his chest. They fit together like a pair of puzzle pieces, tails intertwined and muzzles occasionally meeting for a soft kiss. A few moments of comfortable silence passed before Riley looked up at him. "Do you ever worry that maybe...I don't know, that it won't work out?"
Cocking his head, Aaron caressed her cheek. "What do you mean?"
She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe...maybe the reason we're so crazy about eachother is because we were apart for such long stretches of time, and that made the times when we got together even more special. The whole 'absence makes the heart fonder' thing."
For a time he didn't say anything, just stroking her ears and holding the coyote. "I think," He finally said. "We work because we know that we're there for the other when we need it, even if we were apart. The distance didn't matter, you've got my back and I have yours. And now we can be there for each other in person, not just over a phone or computer screen." He reached down and took her hand, kissing it softly. "We work because we're willing to go through the hard parts of life to get to the other side and come out stronger. I won't lie and promise that everything is going to rainbows and honey for the rest of our lives, but that's not the part that matters. What matters is that we can work together to get through the rough spots. So that things will work out."
A warmth spread through Riley's chest as she hugged him close, letting her worries melt away in the softness of his fur and the rhythm of his steady breathing. "I'm sorry, I'm just getting worked up over nothing. It's just been a lot of change in the span of a few days, guess my brain hasn't quite leveled out yet." She kissed him then, lingering with their muzzles pressed together for a time before pulling away. "I love you, Aaron."
"I love you too, Riley." He brushed her cheek and smiled, resting a soothing hand on the small of her back.
They curled up together under the blankets and it wasn't long before Aaron was snoring quietly, holding Riley against his chest. She didn't want to sleep though, despite the weariness of the day starting to catch up with her. It seemed like a waste to spend her time sleeping when her lover was right there, after so many years of fleeting visits and distant yet intense connection. Perhaps that was why she didn't want to rest. Until then, all of the occasions when they'd been able to be together had been temporary. Just a few days here or there, maybe a week if they were lucky. Their time was fleeting, a precious thing they couldn't waste before parting ways reluctantly.
But it was different now. She'd wake up tomorrow, and the day after, and the week after that with Aaron still there. For the first time they didn't have to ration those moments together like a bottle of water in the Sahara. They could savor the experience, take as much time as they wanted, because they'd still be there for the other the next day. A calm she hadn't felt in years settled over Riley as she finally closed her eyes, knowing that the man she loved would be there when she woke, and that their patience had finally paid off. She gave him one more kiss, Aaron's arms naturally pulling her closer even as he slumbered on, and allowed herself to slip into a contented sleep.