Just for a Few Minutes

“It’s just for five minutes,” he said, kissing you on the forehead and patting your cheek gently.

You were beginning to regret asking him to surprise you with something risky as he hooked the cuffs securely to the closet rod.

You realized the tape was beginning to chafe and you wanted him to know, but the gag turned it into a low moan out of your nose. Struggling, your naked body brushed ticklishly against the row of suits in his closet even as you watched him smile at you before closing the closet’s door but leaving it slightly ajar. The shuttered panes of the door painted a zebra pattern of white light and dark shadow on your skin even as the telltale sound of a car pulling into the driveway made you excited with fright.

But the door opened again and his hand reached in, caressing your cheek with your vibrator before moving lower. “Open,” his whispered voice was in a hurry as it echoed in and you obliged, spreading your legs as he gently nudged the vibrator into you. You were grateful it wasn’t on yet.

“Now be quiet, dear, or your mother will catch us. Oh, and no dropping it.”

The doorbell rang, and you vaguely felt it as his shadow and presence disappeared from the bedroom as he went to answer the front door.

“Hello, mother!” you hear him exclaim as the door swung open. “Oh, and father, hello! I wasn’t expecting you as well.”

Your whole body tensed up and your breath caught in your throat. *Dad is here too?!*

“I’ve told you many times, call me Suzy if you won’t call me ‘mom’ as well,” your mother’s voice sailed through the house as you hear her enter.

“He means well, Suzy. Good chap still has manners. Good to see our daughter found the right sort of man.”

And this was when you realized that it was not going to end well. You were bound and gagged in your bedroom closet with a vibrator inserted deep inside of you. But the excitement of being found and caught had you aroused despite the danger even as you felt your wetness slide down your thigh.

“Oh, where is she? She told me to come pick up her Thanksgiving contribution at this time because she was free,” your mother asked.

You heard your husband chuckle lightly before he replied, “Ah, she got called back to the office to run some numbers for her manager.”

“On…on Thanksgiving?”

“Well, as you know, she DOES manage for an international company. I expect that something came up in some other part of the world, mother. But don’t worry, she told me where everything is in the fridge.”

You strained your ears as the busy sound of your husband bustling about the kitchen echoed through the house.

“Here’s the gravy she made, and here’s the beer-battered mushrooms. And…right, she made cranberry sauce, let me get that from the pantry.”

“Suzy, where are you going?”

The soft sound of footsteps reached your ears at your father’s question.

“I’m taking a look at their bedroom, of course. You can figure out a lot about a couple from how they leave their bedroom.”

Your heart began beating at a speed you did not know was possible.

“Suzy, that’s an invasion of privacy.”

*Yes, dad. TELL her.* The door was **still** left slightly ajar and you could see a section of the bedroom. Your mother would have a heart attack if she came in. Now to wait for your husband to also stop her…

“Well, if mother wants to look, it can’t hurt, can it?” you hear your husband say.

*WHAT?!*

“I’d be happy to give a tour, however quick it may be.”

The sound of your heartbeat was now echoing through your eardrums and you almost missed the sound of the bedroom door opening as you felt two people walk in. He immediately walked to stand in front of the closet and cast his shadow over you but you were too terrified to respond, choosing to try and control your ragged breathing through your nose.

“And….here it is! This is the bedroom.” Your husband made a grandiose, sweeping gesture around the room even as his hip bumped into the closet door, pushing it shut. “That’s the bed, that direction is the bathroom, that’s our wardrobe, and that’s the dresser.”

“See, Suzy? It’s clean. Our daughter was always a clean one. Now let’s pick up the food and go, I want to make a run at the liquor store before they close on our way home.”

But you could still see through the shutter panes and watched as your mother stepped into view, surveying the room. At this point, your heart was beating so fast you were feeling lightheaded even as part of your wondered if this qualified as cardio.

“It is very clean, I suppose. May I see the bathroom?”

You took a slow breath against all your instinct as you tried to stay calm, but then realized that your tense body had pushed the vibrator deeper inside of you. Crossing your legs, you resisted the urge to moan again.

“That door, mother.”

The wait felt forever as she opened the door, flicked on the lights and gave a look around. “You’re doing a wonderful job, young man,” your mother finally complimented him. “She was always great when it came to cleaning her room, but neglected the bathroom. Oh, all the hair I would have to clean up for her!”

Mother finally closed the door, and you exhaled in relief.

Your husband left your view, but you heard him say from the doorway, “Alright mother, shall I help you with moving the —”

“Oh, one last thing. Her closet! She was always terrible about hanging up her clothes and preferred to leave it on the floor.”

You were confronted with your mother’s hand moving into view, reaching towards the closet’s doorknob. At this point, you were choking on the held breath and wanted nothing more than to be buried in the darkness. She gripped the knob and began turning it open and Thanksgiving was going to be ruined and –

“Suzy! That’s my suit closet. Her closet is this one.”

The door opening paused. By this point, you were quite sure the wet trail running down your legs was pooling onto the wooden floor. Every muscle in your body was cramped from the prolonged tense situation.

“Ah, my apologies. And yes, call me Suzy.”

But the door was ajar again, and you saw as your mother walked over to the other side of the room to your closet. Your husband glanced in your direction and you weren’t sure if he could see your horrified expression as he reached slowly into his pocket and pulled out the remote control, but you could see it as he winked.

You fought hard to not moan loudly as the vibrator turned on, trying to pacify your body with harsh breathing. But the strain of your jaw made the duct tape come loose and flap about as you sucked in air greedily. The vibrator was buzzing deep inside of your tense and cramped body, causing you to orgasm immediately and see blue and red stars inside the dim closet. Your legs went limp, refusing to carry you any longer and your arms strained in protest even as your wrists complained at having to hold your weight. But as you fought to hold it all down, you heard their conversation continue.

“You’ve either trained her well or you’re looking after her well, my boy. I would have never guessed that my daughter’s closet could be *this* well kept!”

“Oh, she does it all herself, mother – Suzy. Sorry, I’m not used to calling you by your name yet.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright! I’m just glad that she’s finally found someone that is willing to cope with her lazy habits, which I should apologize for as I was her parent. But she never listened – is, is that a phone?”

Your mother turned around and looked straight at you – at the closet. At you. You felt as you locked eyes with her even as the second orgasm ran up your spine and exploded through your senses.

“Possibly – I may have left my phone in one of my suits. So *that’s* where that went -”

“Well, you should pick it up! Your company might need you to go fulfill your obligations.”

In the back of your head, you realized that they could not see into the dark closet, but that you could see them clearly, trying to reason with your body’s attempt at a third orgasm even as your husband and mother stood there. To your horror, she began walking towards the closet again, but then your father’s voice shouted from the kitchen.

“SUZY? ARE WE LEAVING OR NOT? THE LIQUOR STORE CLOSES AT FIVE!”

“Oh ALRIGHT,” your mother shouted back, then turned to your husband again. “Come now, help me load the food on the car. And you are doing quite well with her – I’m impressed!”

“Why thank you, Suzy. Shall we…?” he opened the door for her and gestured, ever the gentleman. She punched his shoulder as she walked through.

“And give me grandchildren soon, before I get any older.”

“SUZY?” your father’s voice echoed again.

“ALRIGHT, COMING,” your mother shouted as she left the room.

But your husband leaned backwards and looked straight at your location before winking again and closing the door. You immediately felt the vibrator jump up in intensity and arched your back against the pleasure, finally allowing yourself to inhale deeply and loudly with your mouth before you shut your lips, not trusting yourself to exhale from your mouth before your body turns it into a loud moan.

The increased intensity proved to be too much as you surrendered yourself to the numbing pleasure and came repeatedly, your feet trying to find purchase on the wet ground even as your wrists became numb with the pain of supporting your weight. But you didn’t care as you tried to retreat into your mind and focus on not screaming out so that your parents could hear. All you wanted to do was hold it in even as the pleasure threatened to drown you under each wave, under each electrifying moment of the vibrator. The breathing came raggedly and harshly and your lips were so dry but you couldn’t make a sound and –

The door opened again, almost blinding you. His form stood there in the light as you tried to focus on his image with blurry vision, whimpering in pleasure.

“Well, they’re gone. Seven minutes. You did well, dear.”

You vaguely felt it as he released you from the cuffs and gently peeled off the duct tape, pulled out the vibrator and carried you to the bed. The motions made you feel chilly and you realized you had been sweating the entire time. But he covered you in a towel and inspected your wrists, rubbing them gently so that the circulation came back.

“We’re going to need to have to figure out what to tell your parents in a few hours, about your wrists.”

You whimpered again, and he held a cold cup of water to your dry lips, to which you drank gratefully, spilling some onto his pants, and then the bed. He patted your head as you attempted to apologize incoherently, then kissed your forehead again.

The minutes passed by as you laid against his body in a haze, trying to collect your thoughts, listening to his gentle humming resonate through his body and tingle against your skin. It was all you wanted to fall asleep right there and then, cradled against him. But you knew you had to go to your parents’ house later.

“How long?” you mumbled to him with your eyes closed.

The humming stopped. “Hm?”

“How long until we need to be there?” you asked in a rasped voice, wondering briefly if it would be unseemly to suck the moisture out of his pants.

“Two hours for you to get ready. I’ll draw up a bath for you.”

But you tugged at his sleeve as he attempted to get up. You didn’t want him to leave yet.

“Hm, more water?”

You shook your head and beckoned with a finger. He leaned forward and put his ear next to your lips, to which you whispered, “Mom wanted grandchildren.”

He pulled away and raised an eyebrow at you, a bemused expression on his face. You opened your eyes and looked at him, then closed your eyes again and laid back down on the bed.

“Open.”

And you did.

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