A Birthday Gift
by Donna Lynne Howard
Catherine looked deeply into Vincent’s
eyes. She was lying relaxed in his arms, replete after another
long bout of lovemaking. It had taken her months to persuade him
to make love to her. Now, however, he acknowledged that she truly
did desire him. With their bond growing ever stronger by the day,
it would have been difficult for him to deny her sincerity.
Sometimes the feelings were overwhelming. She felt slightly
dissatisfied, however. Vincent was everything she had known he
would be - gentle, considerate, a patient lover who would happily spend
hours lavishing her with caresses and tender kisses. Somehow, he
was almost a little too careful, too gentle. Catherine found
herself dreaming sometimes of the hours she had spent in the cave with
him, when the black storm of despair had overwhelmed him and he had
lost control of his darker side. The memory still troubled him,
and he had a hard time accepting that he could have been so wild.
She had a hard time sometimes, too, remembering that Vincent really had
been that way. The memory was not at all unpleasant, though.
She finally decided that it was time she try to
make some of her dreams reality. Her birthday was only a few
weeks after that decision. Her closest friends threw a party for
her, and she enjoyed spending time with everyone again. Splitting
her time between her family below and her demanding career above left
her little time to socialize. Vincent gave her a beautiful poem
which he had written for her. Her friends Below, with little
money to spend, gave her a truly inspired gift. Since she was so
busy, they said, she and Vincent did not have enough time
together. They would keep Jacob for the next several days.
She and Vincent could disappear, and no one would look for them.
They suggested she take Vincent back to her apartment, where no one
would disturb them except in the direst emergency, and enjoy some quiet
It was the opportunity which Catherine had been
waiting for. They happily went above, and ensconced themselves
for the duration. As much as Catherine loved the tunnels, she was
always very conscious of the open doorways and the lack of true
privacy. Now that they were truly alone, she could try to talk to
Vincent about her dreams and fantasies.
When they reached her apartment, he drew her
into his arms. As he bent to kiss her, she rose to meet
him. She was eager, having thought of this moment since they had
left the party. He had sensed her rising desire through their
bond, and responded to it. Her anticipation, mixed with
excitement, was clear. After all these months, Catherine could
sense his feelings nearly as well he could sense her own, and she felt
clearly his desire and eagerness to please her. She kissed him
passionately, opening her mouth and enticing his tongue into it.
He kissed her back, as passionate as she. After several long
moments, he broke away to start kissing his way down her body.
“I plan to kiss every inch of you tonight,
Catherine. Every inch of your body deserves to be celebrated with
Vincent’s low voice rumbled in her ear, sending
shivers of excitement down her spine. Listening to him read her
birthday poem had aroused her, but these low, whispered promises were
making her feel wild.
He was as good as his word, spending over an
hour kissing her breasts, gently suckling her nipples until she thought
she would scream with need. She tried to return the favor, but he
evaded her easily as he pressed his face against her groin.
“Happy birthday, Catherine,” he whispered against her curls. The
vibrations shot through her mound, the overload of sensation crashing
through her and making her climax.
“Vincent,” she cried, as he kissed her
clitoris, his slightly rough tongue stroking her slowly and
thoroughly. She quivered under his touch, coming again and
again. After what seemed like hours Vincent entered her, his huge
swollen penis making her moan with ecstasy.
He stroked slowly and carefully, as she tried
to urge him to move faster and deeper. He was painstaking,
methodical, and so very careful. She couldn’t get enough of
him. He kept up his steady rhythm until she climaxed again, the
surge of pleasure through their bond and the sensation of her clenching
around him sending him over the edge. He thrust more deeply as he
came, and Catherine relished both the feeling of him so deeply inside
of her, and his pleasure echoing through their bond.
They dozed briefly, then woke to kiss and
stroke each other again. They made love again, and this
time Vincent allowed her to kiss and caress him as she so dearly wished
to. She spent nearly as much time as he had, exploring Vincent’s
body with loving thoroughness. Much later, they listened to
each’s other’s heartbeat and enjoyed the peace.
As they lay tangled in the wide bed, she
wondered whether to speak. In the end, she decided to try.
“Vincent, thank you again for the wonderful poem. I knew you
could do anything you put your mind to, but it’s so beautiful...
I have never had such a special present before, except for Jacob, of
course,” she added teasingly. “Although, sometimes I have
to wonder if he was a gift or a curse. He can have the worst
Vincent chuckled. “He must take after
you, sweetheart. After all, Father always said that I was an
“An angel of mischief, maybe! Devin has
told me all about what you two used to get into, and whose idea it
“Rumors, lies and innuendos. He is just jealous that I have you and he is not that lucky.”
Catherine simply smiled in response. She
was pleased that Vincent was so happy - he had not been in this
lighthearted a mood in months. Perhaps he needed this break from
the tunnels and his duties there as much as she had needed a break from
work. It boded well. “Anyway, Vincent, thank you. I cannot write
anything that is not businesslike. I can’t imagine how you do
it. I am going to have a friend who does calligraphy make a copy
to hang on the wall here.”
“I only wish I could give you everything you
deserve, Catherine. I understand now the poets, who wish to give
their beloved the moon and the stars. This is the closest I can
“It was perfect.” She paused for a
moment. “There is one other thing I would like for my birthday,
though, something only you can give me,” she said tentatively.
“What is it, Catherine?” he asked. He
looked rather surprised, but not offended or
unwilling Their bond echoed her
anticipation and hope, mixed with a strong feeling of
trepidation. “What could I possibly give you? And why would
it worry your so?”
Catherine pulled back slightly, so she could
look into his eyes. She was focusing intently on him, hoping to
gauge his reaction to her request. She also concentrated on their
bond, trying to show him her sincerity and need. “Vincent...” she said
slowly, “I love our special times together. I know you can sense
just how blissful you make me feel. We share each other’s
pleasure, so you know just how much you excite and complete me.”
She paused, searching for the right words to continue.
Vincent was flushing now. Catherine’s
eyes watched his discomfort, reading him clearly. She could tell
that he was not entirely comfortable with this frank discussion of
sex. He was still not fully reconciled to her desire, even though
their bond no longer allowed him to ignore it. While their
lovemaking was mutually enjoyable, somehow he still obscurely felt that
he was not fit to be with her. Someday, she hoped to rid him of
that idea for good. Still, he was not attempting to evade the
subject as he had in the past . That was a hopeful sign.
“I have been having fantasies, which I was
hoping you would help me fulfill. I know, as well read as you
are, that you have read about women who fantasize about being kissed
intimately, or watching themselves in a mirror, or even making love
outside! I have to admit I’ve dreamed about us making love on a
warm tropical beach. That is not practical, of course, but I do
have other fantasies we might explore.”
Vincent was flushing even more deeply.
Catherine kept her eyes were fixed on his, silently demanding that he
not look away. She sent him through their bond her sincerity, her
hope and anticipation, although she could not quite still that faint
sense of trepidation. Vincent still did not speak but
silently nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“Vincent, you are the most considerate and
gentle lover I have ever known or could imagine. Sometimes,
though, I fantasize about seeing your more forceful side. I find
myself dreaming of the time I spent in the cave with you. I know
you do not like to think of that time, but I found it incredibly
exciting. The memory alone makes me want you, badly. Can’t
you sense my excitement now, just from talking about it?”
Catherine’s eyes had stayed locked on Vincent’s
throughout her speech, demanding he acknowledge her truths. “You
can sense me through our bond, Vincent. You know that I am
telling the truth.”
“I cannot deny your sincerity, Catherine, but I have a hard time believing it.”
“I know you saw that book of women’s fantasies
which I left in your chamber. I also know you looked at it.
Vincent, I hope you can understand and accept that my fantasy is to be
dominated by you. I dream of you taking me forcefully, wild and
strong as I know you can be. I’ve had so many daydreams..... you
as a pirate, taking me prisoner to serve your lusts; as a pasha,
keeping me locked in your harem, bound to obey your every whim; even as
a Petruchio, taming his reluctant Kate with his fiery sex...”
Catherine was now blushing to match
Vincent. She could see he was shocked, struggling not to show it.
“You’re upset,” she said dejectedly. “I shouldn’t have
spoken... Please Vincent, don’t let me have spoiled
everything.” She allowed feelings of remorse (perhaps a little
exaggerated) and embarrassment to flood outwards. The negative,
unhappy feelings shocked Vincent, as part of her had secretly hoped
they would. He leapt to reassure her.
“No, Catherine! No, we should be able to
speak of anything with each other. Somehow, I never imagined...”
he trailed off, uncertain of what exactly to say.
“No, Vincent, forget I said anything. I
would not want you to be uncomfortable. They were just fantasies.”
“They were important enough for you to speak of
to me. I know you found it difficult. I just don’t know
what to say.”
“Don’t say anything then, Vincent. We can
talk later.” With that she kissed him deeply, encouraging him to
replace conversation with something more immediately satisfying.
Soon, they were sleeping the sleep of the replete.
Catherine sleepily opened her eyes in the
crisp, clear dawn light. She saw Vincent looking down at her,
smiling tenderly. He was leaning on one arm, propped over
her. He had obviously woken earlier than she and had been
watching her sleep. Love was clear in every line of his
face. She smiled up at him, then reached up to kiss him.
“Good morning, love,” she whispered as she pulled him down to her.
Vincent kissed her back, gently at first,
although the kiss quickly grew heated. Finally they broke the
kiss as their stomachs growled in unison.
“Breakfast,” laughed Vincent. “We need sustenance if we want to keep this up!”
“We had better put robes on, then, if you want me to keep my mind on food!”
They breakfasted, and then cuddled in each
other’s arms on the sofa, talking idly of the small detail of their
Vincent’s face tensed as they spoke. He looked uncertain, even perturbed.
“What is it, Vincent? What bothers you so?
“Catherine, I was remembering when I lost
control. This morning as you slept, bits of it came back to
me. My memories of that time have never been clear. I don’t
think I really want to remember. However, I could sense how
violent and threatening I was. How could I not have frightened
and hurt you? I don’t ever want to do that again. You are
the most important thing in my life. I will not risk hurting you
in any way. You deserve everything to be perfect.” His face
reflected his inner struggle to understand and accept her desires.
“That’s not realistic, Vincent. Life is
not perfect for anyone. I am not angel, and I do not want to be
put on a pedestal. You did not hurt me when we were in the
cave. I was not really frightened, since I knew that you could
never hurt me. You didn’t. I was right about that. I
may have been a bit...overwhelmed...” Catherine’s lips curved in
a smug, very satisfied smile as she remembered that night.
Vincent pulled back a little, rather
shocked. “Catherine!” Her memories of wild excitement had
sent emotion cascading through their bond, lust and exhilaration
both. Catherine could feel his arousal in turn as her emotions
“It was not just Jacob’s conception that makes
that night so special to me, Vincent. I have never felt so
needed, so wanted. The knowledge that you wanted me so badly that
you lost control was very exciting. I’ve never had such a
spectacular experience before. I know that you don’t want to lose
control that badly again, and I would not want you to. Perhaps,
though, you could be a little more...forceful? Even
demanding? Through our bond, Vincent, you can tell when I am
truly uncomfortable, or scared, or in pain. Unlike most people,
you don’t have to guess. Maybe we could try a little
experimentation? We can always stop if you are too uncomfortable.”
Vincent rose from the sofa and stretched his
hand to Catherine, intending to help her rise. “I will try,
Catherine. I just don’t know if I can.”
She looked up at him mischievously, and smiled
as seductively as she knew how. She did not take his hand, but
she did shrug her shoulders, causing her robe to slide off. She
raised her legs onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around them,
covering her breasts but also pushing them upwards, enhancing her
cleavage. “I don’t know, Vincent. I think you’re going to have to
carry me if you want me on that bed!”
She silently willed him to go along and enter
the playful mood she was creating. He was always reluctant
to display his strength, but that was one of the things she loved about
him. The movement of those powerful muscles under that soft
coating of fur, the sheer power of his body and spirit were incredibly
arousing. The thought alone made her shiver and grow damp.
Vincent looked at her for a long moment.
He then dropped his own robe to the floor, revealing his already fully
Catherine nearly licked her lips at the
sight. His penis was right before her eyes. She could see
every detail, and she thought about reaching out and taking him into
her mouth. Somehow, the game seemed a little less important than
satisfying the lust surging between them. As she started to lean
forward, her thoughts were interrupted.
“Well, if that’s the way you want it!” Vincent said as he reached down and swept her up into his arms.
Suddenly, she felt a spark of mischief from him
as he unexpectedly lifted her higher and threw her over his
shoulder. He had never carried her this way before, not that
could remember, at least. One arm wrapped over her legs, holding
her securely as he walked to the bed. She had a wonderful view of
Vincent’s bottom, muscles flexing as he walked. She could feel
his strength, the hardness and smooth movements of his muscles beneath
her, and the fur on his arm tickling her legs. The contrast
excited her, and the mixed anticipation and longing were making her
As he reached the bed, he threw her gently onto
it. She lay there, breathless with surprise and need. She
moved slowly against the sheets, silently enticing him. She
wanted him to come and take her - for months, years even she had
dreamed it. She watched him watching her, his eyes turning darker
with the arousal she could sense through their bond. The tension
grew higher and higher, as the excitement and need bounced between
them, feeding itself and growing ever stronger. He seemed
to grow larger, more dominant and powerful as he stood over her.
A surge of sheer lust moved through her. Somehow, he had never
looked so powerful, so masculine.
Catherine reached out to him. “Please
Vincent...I need you so much. Can’t you see how much I want you?”
He knelt on the side of the bed and reached his
hands out, twining his fingers in hers. Slowly, he bent to kiss
No! She had come so close. She
could feel the desire in him, stronger than ever. Still,
she could tell that he was prepared to kiss her gently again. She
needed more, her whole body was demanding it. Perhaps.... with a
little help from her. She quickly pulled her hands up and over
her head. They were still entwined with Vincent’s, but now he was
nearly lying on her, her hands flat against the bed above her and
trapped under his. The vulnerability of her position, the feeling
of helplessness, excited her. She was Vincent’s, to do with as he
“Take me, Vincent! Now!”
As Vincent froze in shock, she moved her hips
sharply up, grinding her pelvis against his. He was heavily
aroused, and his hard penis slid and pressed against her curls as she
moved. If only she could get him a little lower...
As she writhed against him, her breasts rubbed
against his chest. The feeling of her hard nipples scraping
against the soft fur of his chest excited them both. She was
becoming more and more wildly aroused, feeling out of control herself.
She pleaded with Vincent as she moved, “See how
much I need you. I feel like I will explode if I don’t have
you. I am yours. I have always been yours, Vincent.
Please...please take me.”
Catherine opened her legs wider, rocking
against Vincent in a vain attempt to stroke herself against his
hardness and ease her need. She felt as if he were teasing her
deliberately. She could sense the wild excitement in him, but
still he refused to move. Finally, after several long minutes, he bent
to kiss her.
His kiss was not gentle. He ravaged her
mouth, taking what he wanted and asking no quarter. His
tongue probed the depths of her mouth again and again. It
fulfilled her every dream of Vincent’s kiss. It was dark, heady,
He pulled back from her and looked down at her. His eyes were nearly black with arousal.
“I hope you meant what you said,
Catherine. I am no longer in the mood to be careful or
gentle.” His voice was deep, dark velvet with an edge it had
never had before. She could hear the iron she knew had always
The lust she felt at his blunt statement echoed
through the bond. She could feel him straining to stay in
control. Very slowly, he brought her hands together, and then
anchored them in place with just one of his. With his free hand,
he slid down her body to her breasts. There, he slowly scraped
one erect nipple with his claw.
She gasped as a tide of excitement swept
through her. She wanted to hurry Vincent, to touch him so he
would be as wild as she was. She rocked against him, once again
trying futilely to ease her aching clitoris.
“Quiet. I don’t want to be
distracted. I don’t think you’re excited enough, Catherine.
If you want to play with fire...” He teased her nipple, then bent and
sampled it with his tongue. Her breasts were hot and swollen, the
nipples hard and protruding. She was no longer aware of anything
but sensation. After several minutes, he transferred his
attentions to the other one, giving it the same attention until it was
as red and swollen as the first.
She had never gone this high, never felt this
excited. There was only the need, burning so strongly, traveling
in tidal waves between them. She moved her hips against his penis,
caressing him in the only way she could entice him, the only way he
would allow her to touch him.
He reached down and slid his fingers into her
folds, exploring the dampness. As his claw grazed her clitoris,
she bucked and nearly came. It was almost too much, she was
Her desperation was mirrored by Vincent as he spread her legs still wider.
With one hard thrust he buried himself in her.
She gasped with excitement. He was so large, so hard. She had craved this for so long....
Vincent rode her hard, thrusting as deeply as
he could, demanding that she take more and more. She cried out
with pleasure as she climaxed. Catherine could sense the
possessiveness in Vincent. He was taking what part of him knew
now was his by right. She encouraged him, glorying in the
sensations that cascaded through her. He was the wild, demanding
lover she had dreamed of. At the end, he lost control entirely,
pounding into her as hard as he could and making her come yet
As reason returned to his eyes, he looked down
at Catherine uncertainly, worry clear on his face. “Catherine, are you
Catherine smiled happily up at Vincent.
“Thank you, Vincent, for my very special birthday present. I hope
you won’t wait until my next birthday to do it again!”