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Anticipation	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 19642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.

A/N- and an absolutely huge thank you goes out to Pixelgoddess for taking the time to beta this. ::bows:: THANK YOU!!!

Rating- R

Warnings- Hentai, lemon, PWP, OOC, Non-con, Bondage, M/F

Pairings- Mwuahahaah… I mean, G/V

Anticipation

It was dark when I came to. It took me a couple of seconds to realize it wasn’t the room that was dark; my eyes had been covered with silk.

Trying to remove the obstacle was what made me realize my hands were bound above my head.

Other than those two things, I was rather comfortable. Seems I had at least made it to the bed. Capsule Corp. is a big place; especially for someone who is drunk and doesn’t know their way around very well. It was very nice of Bulma to make sure her guests would all have a place to stay the night if we’d had too much to drink. Knowing Pan was at the babysitters, Gohan and I had planned to take advantage of a night to ourselves.

Of course, I didn’t know Gohan was going to take this much advantage of the evening.

I heard movement to my right, “Gohan, you didn’t have to wait until I was passed out drunk to get kinky,” I purred, “You can tie me up when ever you want to,” I smiled, hoping the facial expression would portray my sincerity and excitement. I didn’t know my husband would be interested in this sort of thing. I’d always wanted to try it, but never had the courage to tell him.

I didn’t receive a vocal response. Instead, he walked around the bed and I could feel the mattress shift as his weight was added to it.

“So, now that I am all tied up, with no where to go, what are you going to do with me?” I asked playfully. When I still received no response from him, I figured he was going to play the mute for the evening. I was delighted at the surprise, but there was still something in me that wished we had talked about this first. Hadn’t I read something about having a safe word? How was he supposed to know if I was scared or hurting?

The bed shifted a little more as my husband made his way over to my prone body. Amazingly I could tell it was the sound of his bareflesh rubbingover my still clothed body. I thrilled at the thought of him already naked, but wondered how long I had been ‘out.’

One of his large hands was placed on my tummy, and then it slid up between my breasts. He started to undo the buttons of my blouse, one at a time.

“I don’t know what sort of booze you drank tonight at Bulma’s party, but we need to find out what it is. I like it when you act this way,” I encouraged my husband. Gohan usually acted so shy and unsure during sex. I always knew it wasn’t true, but I hadn’t found a way to bring out his wilder side, until now.

He tugged the bottom of my blouse out of my skirt and then pushed it open, revealing my still covered breasts.Once again his warm hand was on my tummy, snaking its way once again between my breasts. I felt a tug on my bra as I heard the fragile material rip apart. “Gohan! That was a very expensive bra you just ruined,” I exclaimed, “You’re going to have to mm-mmm!” My rant was cut off as his lips roughly kissed mine. I could feel his erection, hot and hard, pressed up against my exposed side. One of his arms wove its way under my extended left arm,fingers threading through my short hair, tugging on it so he could move my head to deepen the already bruising kiss. He darted his tongue into my mouth, and tangled his with mine. He’d never been so demanding with just a kiss before. I quivered in anticipationat the forceful promise of his lips on mine.

His other hand slid over my ribs and cupped my right breast. At first it was just a bit of rough handling and squeezing as we continued to kiss. Then his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple. My upper back arched at the sensation. He tugged on the flesh he had captured, and I moaned into his open mouth.

It’s amazing how just the lack of one of your senses enables you to use your others better. He must have shaved really close tonight before the party; I couldn’t feel any hint of stubble on the baby soft cheek that grazed my own. He also wasn’t wearing his usual cologne. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t smell any particular fragrance on him.

His lips left mine and I lay panting with my mouth open for a moment while he continued to fondle my breast. “I could grow my hair out long again if you want a better grip,” I said huskily, as I felt his fingers loosen their grasp in my hair. I had to admit to myself that I had found it rather thrilling to have his hand tightly tangled in my hair.

I felt him shift his weight as his body slid so our hips were closer together. The hand that had been fondling my breast skimmed down my stomach and over the waist of my skirt. From there it slid down to the hem andpulledit up to bunch around my waist.

I had gone without panties tonight, deciding on a garter and half hose instead. Sometimes,I did little things like that to make myself feel sexy, but this was the first time my husband had actually found out. I was glad of my choice of dress now. I hoped he would think about this evening for nights to come and wonder if I was wearing any panties.

He didn’t hesitate, runninghis fingers over my mound of pubic hair and straight into my already wet vagina. I moaned andarched into his hand as his palm rubbed my clit while he slowly pumped his fingers spreading my juices. It seemed he had found the key to keeping me unendingly soaked with the little bit of restriction the blindfold and bound arms created.

Before I could beg him to fuck me, the hand masturbating me slid from my pussy and to my inner left thigh. He pulled my left leg up and hooked it over his hips. Then I felt his hand snake down past my leg. I guessed he was using it to guide himself to my opening.

I’d guessed correctly, as I felt his cock slide into me. “Oh God,” I groaned. This was a new angle for the both of us, and I felt as though this was the deepest he’d ever been inside of me. I heard him expel a breath, and concluded he felt the same as he held his position for a moment.

The cloth around my eyes seemed to let me be less… inhibited than I usually was, for I started saying little things I never would have been so bold to say, “Oh baby, please fuck me,” and he obliged. His left hand curled aroundmy knee that was flung over his thighand thenhe pulled his cock away from me, almost all the way out, before pumping it back into me. I gave a little squeak in response, and he did it again; pulling slowly out of me and then driving sharply back into me. The bed beneath us made no sound. I was a bit jealous. Our bed at home squeaked, almost to the point of distraction. On this one, it was just the sounds I made every time he thrust into me. Low groans that would change into high cries as he changed the force he was using.

God, he was good tonight. No, he was better than good, he was great. Where he’d been hiding all of this talent was a question I’d have to ask him in the morning.

His hand trailed from my knee, down my inner thigh. From there, his fingers found my clit and started massaging it in slow circles. I moaned, and bucked up into his hand. He pressed his forearm into my hip, so I couldn’t move far enough away from his body to dislodge his cock.

I felt his upper body contort a bit, and then the heat of his breath was flowing over my breast before his mouth closed around my nipple, licking and sucking. The underside of his tongue was hot over my flesh compared to the cool air in the room. I whimpered at the touch. Then he stopped to blow air over my damp nipple. The sensitive flesh tingled a bit at the coolness of his breath after having been ravaged by his mouth.

“Oh, Gohan, fuck me harder,” I begged, and he complied. He started ramming his cock into me almost painfully. I felt my stomach tighten. “Oh Baby, I’m going to cum,” I said a millisecond before it happened. My body arched of its own accord, and I felt waves of bliss hit my lower regions. He stilled his motions, I guess to enjoy the feel of my inner walls pulsating around his erection. He didn’t move until my body had stopped its quivering. I appreciated the gesture. It wasn’t often I came first. Usually we had to do a little more fooling around before I orgasmed. This night was just full of tasty firsts.

When my breath was coming in longer, deeper breaths, he withdrew himself from me. I found it very odd that he was doing so, knowing he hadn’t cum yet. He pushed my leg off his hip, and then I felt him pull my legs wide again as he nestled between my thighs and he entered me again from our normal missionary position.

I was almost too stimulated, but for what he had just done for me, I was willing to let him have his moment also.

Once again, he started with a slow rhythm, but instead of thrusting into me, as he had done before, his strokes were slow and even. I showed my appreciation with low moans, wishing he would let my arms down so I could feel his muscles working under his skin with my hands. He quickened the pace at whatever invisible signals he was detecting; somehow knowing I was ready for more.

Then the unbelievable happened. It was a shock to me. I came a second time.

He stilled again as I pulsed around him. He leaned his upper torso forward and started kissing and licking my neck.

I lay panting under his ministrations. Then I felt one of his arms come up, and start to untie the blindfold.

“You don’t have to do that, Gohan,” I stated. The blindfold came off, and my lover’s face came back into view. My eyes widened.

I pulled at my restraints in shock.It wasn’t my husband I had been enjoying this evening with, it was my husband’s father, “Goku?!”

“Relax,” he said huskily, “You can’t tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself,” he said, and emphasized his statement by pushing deeper into me.

Involuntarily I cried out in pleasure, my eyes closing as I tried to deny what my body was feeling. His hand came up and cupped my jaw as he slid in and out of me again, “Look at me and say you are not enjoying this.” What would he do if I asked him to stop? Would he or would he take his pleasure any way. We should stop; I knew this. This was so wrong.

I opened my eyes, determined to tell him just that, but he thrust into me again, and again I cried out in pleasure. Then I spoke, in betrayal of my husband and my own morals, “Yes,” I admitted as he drove into me yet again, “I am,” another stroke, “enjoying this.”

At my admission,he started to plunge into me swifter and hardertothe point I had to raise my ki just to stay sane. He chuckled darkly into my ear, “I knew you had it in you,” but he didn’t get any rougher.

Suddenly he threw his upper torso up, and growledand I could feel his heat pouring into me. I shivered in pleasure, loving the feeling of his cock filling me to overflowing.

His head dropped, and he kissed me again fiercely. He lifted his right hand up, and I felt one of my hands come loose as he cut my bindings with his ki, “Don’t ever speak of this to anyone,” as he finished, he cut the binding on the other arm.

Why would I? How could I? Tell my husband I had enjoyed having sex with hisfather? How I could tell anyone? What few regrets I had were totally out weighed by the pleasure he had given to me, “No Goku, I won’t tell anyone,” ashamed of myself, but feeling completely sated at the same time.

He withdrew from me then. Climbed off the bed and started getting dressed.

I sat up and worked on getting the silk ropes off from around my wrists.

Before he left the room, he turned and smirked, “And yes, grow your hair out. I like to be able to get a grip,” and with that he shut the door.

A/N # 2 - I know, a little bit of misrepresentation on my part, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
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