‘For Shao Jun’s and the Frye Twins’ birthdays I would launch a huge pool nudista party in Kassandra’s house and invite everybody, Assassins and Templars. Just imagine the orgy that would result from it…’
Confession [@vickapinto]
‘I was a bad girl and missed the deadline for a birthday confession for sweet Connor! I just got promoted at my current job, so I lost the sudden track of time. Connor is more than welcome to spank me now that I am off the clock. My apologies! Maybe instead we both can celebrate each of our special events under the covers ;)’
Confession [@thatbellagaze]
That’s a very sweet confession, my dear. Normally, I would reject this because it isn’t in line with theme of our bordello – that is, your confessions have to be naughty in nature. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) But since it is Connor’s special day, I will make an exception~❤️
Love,
~ Signora Paola
‘With Connor’s birthday being tomorrow, I want to give him twice the love he gave me on mine. He’s always moving, so on his day I’ll take him out just to relax and enjoy everything, including going out to our favorite hidden pond for a little bit of skinny dipping~’
Confession [@musicscore625]
I think Haytham on one of his birthday left for couple days because of some important case, but instead he spent this whole time in expensive brothel. He paid alcohol for everyone, ordered all the whores, arranged multiple orgies in which he fucked them to the ground till they screamed. The party have lasted for couple days until he finished the last bottle of whiskey, and left unnoticed. When he came back Lee asked how the mission went and Haytham probably answered “Rather dull, truth be told”
[X]
For Haytham’s
birthday I’d surprise him with a night at the opera, we’d then proceed to have
a dance and a couple of drinks and head back to his home. I’d wear my
fanciest, sexiest corset (red and black, templar colours) and stockings, throw
on his hat and tell him “I’ve been a very naughty templar.” And let him punish
me however he wants to. It’d end with me thoroughly fucked and him
completely relaxed. Just before we drifted off to sleep, I’d say “Happy
birthday, my love.” ♡
[X]
“Imagine being one of the last living Assassin’s of the new world,
instead of die trying you’re on the verge of giving up, wanting to
surrender to no-one but master Kenway. On his birthday you sneak into
the Arsenal, to show defeat you take of your blades and prepare for will
happen. After an hour or so Haytham enters and you tell him that he can
do whatever he wants, expecting death or jail, He surprises you with a
deep kiss and asks with a naughty smirk if that is what you really want?”
[X] | Confessed by: @simoneviper
With how busy Haytham is, even on celebratory days, you had to set up his birthday present the early morning of. You were initially shy buying the toy but you knew he would at least have fun throughout the day playing with the remote controlled vibrator. He usually bought the toys, enjoying the myriad of ways to edge you multiple times for however long he liked.
Getting ready the next day, secretly glad for the half day at work, you slipped the toy inside your pussy. It was snug, meant to cup over your clit and simultaneously press against your G-spot. You left earlier than Haytham; the vain man still shaving away his morning scruff but showered. You had taken that opportunity to set up the vibrator via his smartphone and an alarm had been set for him to check his apps. The alarm was set to go off at least until you were an hour into work. You didn’t want to get into an accident because he turned it on too early. You both appreciated thoughtfulness and practicality.
An hour and a half into work, you felt a buzz but not from the toy. You glanced around, it was a slow day so you pulled out your phone and checked the message.
‘You smart little minx.’
You grinned, the fullness of the toy a distracting thing and making you ache for his teasing. Typing back, ‘Do your worst, Daddy.’ You could practically hear his inhale and see his pupils dilate, and it made you bite your lip. He could be unpredictable, keeping you on your toes in the bedroom. He certainly liked games, winning them more.
Haytham turned it up to its lowest setting, then the hum became erratic and fast after thirty minutes. You inhaled sharply and gripped the edge of your desk before propping your arm up to hide your red face. Warmth quickly settled into your hips and it was a horrible itch that the solidness of the toy couldn’t satisfy. For the rest of the morning and early afternoon, he alternated the intensity, high for five minutes and low for another five. He even kept it on high for an hour when you were trying to finish a small project from the other day. Then he left it off for another hour before it snapped to full intensity and you wanted to sob from sitting on the razor’s edge for so long.
Your phone lit up next to your arm. ‘Are you behaving?’
Oh, you wanted to moan so badly because you knew when you set up the game that you couldn’t touch yourself or cum. Even your fingers were tingling as you replied, ‘I’m behaving Daddy.’ Another buzz. You shuddered, mouth dry from his text. ‘That’s my good little whore. You’ll be crying for me when I get home, and what a treat that will be to see.’ Happy Birthday indeed.
Confession [@leisurelywasting]
‘Is it too late to ask a room reservation? Because I want to spoil Evie and Jacob being myself their birthday gift! The dirty things we could do… The huge orgy we could throw along Alexios and Kassandra… Jesus, I need a room now, my ladies!’
Confession [@vickapinto]