The text came through when Cyrilla was on her way home from work and stuck in traffic.
It was from Beneficence.
Hard day. Not sure what else to say about it.
She hummed, smiling lightly, knowing and appreciating him texting this much. She knew Beneficence struggled with alexithymia pretty severely. And they’d been together six years, and worked together so that he could at least type out something like this, and given enough time and patience, he’d find another way to express his emotions – even if it wasn’t with words.
Cyrilla tapped out a quick reply
Home soon. Love you. Always.
Then she stashed her phone back in her purse to switch gears and accelerate past the now green light. She had several more turns and lights to go through before she arrived home.
Roughly twenty minutes later, she was home. She was putting the keys on the hook next to the door, and making her way down the narrow hallway to the bedroom door. It was closed but ajar. She opened it and hung her purse on the inside doorknob.
“Hey baby, I’m home. I’m sorry you had a rough da–” She froze as she looked up to see her boyfriend lying, bent over the foot of the bed, ass shiny with lube and a strap prepared for her with one of their named ‘thirds’, a dildo they co-named Winston. He was 8 inches, rainbow-striped and custom made uncut. He sat there, proudly in the black leather strap-on harness next to Beneficence’s elbow as he lay on the bed, expectantly. The black strap across his sandy auburn hair spoke to the blindfold and/or gag he was wearing.
Cyrilla stared for a moment before she started to unzip her jeans and walk toward him. She had to take the jeans off completely to step into the strap-harness. She stroked Winston as she spanked Beneficence’s freckled ass. He moaned a muffled sound and then she felt his whole body shake, shiver. Taking that as her cue to continue, she bent her knees slightly to angle herself into his ass, lifting one knee onto the bed on one side of him, the other still foot planted on the ground as she thrust into his ass with a solid grunt in unison with his long groan.
She didn’t know she needed this after the work day she’d had, but fuuuck did she! She started a steady thrust into him, getting more and more turned on by the sounds he was making, the muffled groans into the bed. She squeezed his ass cheeks and spanked them to watch them jiggle and get redder and redder from her corporal caresses and attention. Running a hand up and down his back, she thrust faster, her body starting to shine and smell with sweat and musk.
She’d wanted to shower and just rub one out there when she got home. That had been the plan but this was so much better! She reached up to grip the scruff of his hair and then really thrust into him deeper, grinding into his ass like they both needed her to. She could feel the harness pressing against her clit in just the right way and huffed out a heavy breath, as she just ground into the leather, and pushing into his ass became secondary as she started trying to get off herself.
Feeling the way her sensations tapered to that sweet point, she huffed out another sound that was like she had the wind knocked out of her lungs. She pulled on his hair and buried Winston deep into Beneficence’s ass, and rutted her clit on the harness at the speed, weight and angle she needed to just cum and cum hard!
Knowing the sounds his girlfriend made when she came was all Beneficence needed to help him over the edge she’d been keeping him at for the past five minutes. But hearing that hollowed out sound and the moan that followed had him shooting his load down his leg and the bedsheets. He moaned a muffled sound of ‘yes’ into the bed, his eyes squeezed shut as catharsis tears burned the rims of his lids.
His body shook as she kept moving inside him, trying to get a second helping of pleasure or just finishing off her first one. The overstimulation was exquisite as his body just forgot what a shitty day he had and how his prone body had been useful to bring her pleasure. And her pleasure allowed him pleasure. It was what he needed. It was what he especially needed today.
Cyrilla’s breath returned to her and she doubled over on top of Beneficence for a moment, trying to regulate her heaving breath, and not wanting to remove the kiss of the leather, marinated in her juices away from her bliss-twitching body just yet.
She slowly pulled out and moved to plop down on the bed next to him. He turned his head to look at her. She moaned and reached to unfasten the strap to the blindfold and remove the tape from his mouth that was holding the ‘ball’ from the ballgag she’d bought him that was too small so they had to improvise. The ball part fit perfectly in his mouth but the strap wouldn’t go around his head properly without being painful and cutting deep red welts across his cheek and jaw that were hard to explain away at work. So they had to find a workaround.
Both of them lay on the bed, sweaty and basking. She reached over and ran her hand through his shaggy hair. “Hey you,” she said warmly. And he closed his eyes at the attention of her fingers in his hair. Heaving a sigh, he gave a meek smile. “Hey..”
He opened his eyes once she moved her hand away and turned to roll over on her side. Her dark, yellow-flecked, hazel eyes stared into the muted brown of his. “What made today hard? Can you find words for that now?”
“Got fired – didn’t want to text that. Better to tell you in person, news like that. I just…” he whispered, then paused. “I feel… ashamed? I think?”
“Ohhh. I’m so sorry, baby, but I’m glad you thought to bring Winston out. I think we both needed him tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. I came really hard. I was going to just rub one out in the shower, I wasn’t thinking about … any other option, so when I saw you on the bed like that I … happily changed my plans.”
Beneficence gave another half-smile. “Mad at me?”
“No, I mean people get fired. Did they tell you why they fired you?”
He gave a slight shrug. “Budget cuts – the whole department got hit.”
“Then you did nothing wrong. They just made a choice. It’s not a fun choice for you, but you’ll find something better. My job is doing good right now so if we just gotta cut back on some of the fun money spending, for a while, that’s totally okay, alright?” she said, nurturing.
“Still… Ashamed.”
“I know. And you can feel that way as long as you need to. No judgment. And if that means we gotta spend time with Winston every night, I’m sure he’ll gladly take one for the team.” she said, moving closer to kiss his lips chastely.
Beneficence exhaled a silent laugh through his nose and a slight roll of his eyes. “I almost brought out Jericho, but he’s more punishing, and I didn’t want to be punished for today, I just wanted to feel good. Reminded that I matter, that I’m not … as worthless and expendable I guess,” he mumbled, but she was close enough to have been able to catch the vulnerable words he said.
“You are very important to me, Benni, very important and valued. If I have to show my support with a strap-on, for you to fully understand that, I’m happy to do so.”
“Heh. Good. I just want to be a bum boy for a bit before I make my ass do something like bust tables or something so you’re not too stressed out from having to support both of us.”
“Bum boy staycation sounds like a good plan to me. And hey, if I do get overworked – that’s when we bring in Jericho, deal?”
“Deal.”
She moved in closer to wrap an arm around him and hold him. He moaned as they adjusted hips and legs and dicks to get comfortable in their cuddle. Winston was tucked between them as their legs pretzeled around each other, and Beneficence nuzzled his head between Cyrilla’s tits. She planted a kiss on the top of her head. “Love you, always. Know that.”
“I know. Love you. Always,” he replied before drifting off to sleep, finally able to relax and feel safe. The anxiety drained out of him in another full body shiver, and the intermittent breeze of her breath caressed him aurally until he was finally asleep.
