Ask Nicely (Audio Script)

Stories

This episode contains verbal degradation and light choking practiced by two consenting adults. Please listen at your own discretion and research safe practices before attempting to do any of the acts you hear depicted.

“I’m so glad the water’s cold.

Feels good.

How long until we can eat?”

“Uh…

Another hour, I think?”

“Oh my god, seriously?

They’ve been cooking all day.

Why do ribs take so long?”

“That’s barbeque, babe.

You can’t rush art.”

“Okay, well, I guess that’s why my cake looks like shit.”

“No, no.

It’s… it’s gorgeous.

It’s a beautiful cake.”

“That’s nice of you, but it’s a straight-up lie.

That cake looks messed up.”

“Well, at least cake can be ugly and still taste good.

You can’t say that about a lot of other food.”

“True.

My dad makes this lentil salad on the weekends that just looks like a straight-up pile of gray mush.”

“It’s good?”

“Beyond good.

Ugly as hell, but so, so good.

I need to ask him for the recipe, actually.”

“So, wait, is your ugly cake my special present?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, well, you know it’s customary to give someone a birthday gift… on their birthday.

Which is today.

So…?”

“How about you just be patient?

If you can wait seven hours for ribs,

I think you can wait a little bit longer for your gift.”

You’ve been teasing me about this extra birthday present all day and I still can’t figure out what it is.

I thought it was the weekend away at this lakeside cabin you surprised me with.

But you said that’s only part of the present.

I gaze out over the lake where a handful of other cabins dot the rocky shoreline.

They’re spread out enough that you can only faintly hear boats coming in and out of the dock in the mornings or people around the firepit at night.

The drive out here felt long, even though it was just an hour away from home.

Something about the endless miles of trees stretching out along the road made one hour of driving feel like three.

I wanted to do something low-key for my birthday this year.

Something different than what I usually end up doing, which tends to be dinner with friends that inevitably turns into a night of bar-hopping and general debauchery.

You really nailed it with this place.

This whole weekend, really.

I could stay out here way longer than a weekend.

Paddleboarding in the morning, grilling over the firepit for lunch, long afternoon nap, night swim, then do it all over again.

I could do this forever with you.

I still have no clue though what this extra present you keep talking about could be.

It doesn’t seem like you’re hiding anything, or like you’ve got some big surprise planned.

But you’ve been flashing me these little looks all day.

Smirking at me, biting down on your lip like you know something I don’t.

Reminds me of the look you usually give me when you want something particular from me when we’re in bed.

Mm.

You’re usually pretty bad at keeping secrets, but… I don’t know.

Today you’re not budging.

The sun’s starting to fall and everything is bathed in a soft orange glow, including you.

A breeze is picking up and skimming the surface of the water.

I watch you dry yourself off, slowly dragging the towel down each of your thighs.

Squeezing it around your hair… then draping it over the back of the fold-up chair.

My eyes drift down to the strings of your bathing suit top dangling down the middle of your back.

The curved line of your shoulders and the little divots at the small of your back.

I’m suddenly very grateful that we’re alone right now, that this trip didn’t turn into some rowdy lake weekend with our friends.

If it did, all I’d be thinking about is how badly I want to get you alone.

How good it would feel to lick off every drop of water still clinging to your skin.

You catch me staring and you give me that look again.

Your teeth drag across your bottom lip before you tip the glass bottle into your mouth.

Your eyes never leave mine.

“Hey.”

You throw your towel at me and I barely catch it before it hits my face.

“I’m running out of guesses.”

“About your gift?

I don’t think you’ll be able to guess it.”

You set your drink down and get up from the chair.

There’s a deliberateness to the way you’re moving, like you’ve had every step planned in advance.

You walk up to me and slip your hands around the back of my neck, pulling our bodies flush together.

“It has to do with me.”

“Mmhm.

Something we’re… going to do together…?”

“Getting warmer…”

I run both palms down your sides, over your hips, and settle them on your ass with a squeeze.

You brush your lips against mine, daring me to keep going.

“I’m listening…”

“Since you spoil me so much…

I want to spoil you…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.

Right here.”

“Here?”

“Here.”

“Now?”

“Right now…”

“You know there’s other people out here…”

“They’re welcome to listen.”

You grab the towel off of the chair and spread it out on the grass.

When you’re satisfied, you glance over your shoulder and nod for me to join you.

“Lie down for me.”

“You’re giving me orders?

That’s new.”

“Just do it.”

I lower myself down onto the damp towel and lie back.

I can feel your eyes wandering over me as you crouch down.

I don’t know what’s happening… but I’m already getting a little hard.

You crawl between my legs and… run the flat of your tongue up my chest.

Small tendrils of loose hair from your messy bun stick to your skin.

Your cheeks are flushed pink from the sun.

I drag my thumbs over your hardened chest poking through your bathing suit.

I want them in my mouth, but I don’t want to disrupt whatever this is that you have planned.

I guess I should let you take the lead, even though that’s pretty much the opposite of how we typically do things.

Your fingertips trace down my stomach over my shorts and… just caress over my cock.

Your eyes flicker down at my mouth and you bite your lip.

“You want me, kitten?”

“Yeah…”

“You want to take care of daddy?”

“Yeah, I do.”

You kiss down my neck… across my collarbone.

Taking your time with every kiss as you move further down my chest.

I splay my fingers over your back and reach around to untie your suit.

Your movements are seamless with mine as I pull away your top and expose your tits.

I reach up to touch them, but you guide my hands away.

“Mm-mm.