11. Dripping White Christmas
Chapter 11
Dripping White Christmas
TOMER
F rom the bratty glint in her eye and tiny quiver at the corner of her grin, I can tell she’s about to defy me in that special way she does. The one that renders me a useless pile of Dom dust.
I have no business teaching Klein how to handle Mia’s bratty side. Next time the topic comes up, I’m passing him off to Shep. I surrender.
Lettie has won every power game we’ve ever played. And she fucking knows it too.
Sadly, I can’t find it in me to be upset about it. As long as I get the gift of being with her, I couldn’t care less who tops who.
After devastating me with a saucy wink, she sashays to the wall as instructed. Once there, she turns on her heel.
Excellent. We’re off to a good start.
Only she doesn’t stop twirling once she’s facing the wall. Instead, she does a complete three-sixty spin, finally stopping when she’s facing me. Wearing nothing but a devious grin and my collar, she leans her backside against the wall and rests her palms flat against it, one on each side of her spread thighs.
Dammit .
“Sugar,” I warn, injecting a little firmness into my tone.
“I did what you said.” She blinks innocently. “I went to the wall, turned around, put my hands on the wall, and spread my legs.”
“Face the wall,” I amend, choosing my words more carefully.
Her lips twitch, which I’ve come to realize is her tell. The brat is about to up the sassy ante.
As predicted, she somehow defies me while following my demands. Craning and lengthening her neck, she presses one cheek against the wall.
“Is this what you meant?” she asks through a barely restrained giggle.
I’m itching to laugh, but then she’ll blatantly win. While we both know she’s going to best me eventually, she needs to work for it more.
And I’m curious to see what else she’ll do.
Mustering as much irritation as I can manage, I grit out, “You know damn well what I want. Final warning.”
She eases one step forward, long eyelashes fluttering. “And if I don’t?”
“Quit messing with me, or no early presents.” I tip her chin upward with my index finger. “In fact, never mind. You blew it. No presents until tomorrow.”
Gasping, she puts her fists on her hips and darkens her glare. “Unfair. I did what you said. It ain’t my fault you didn’t give clear instructions.”
“Too bad. Get dressed.”
Downshifting from her mock outrage, she goes for seductive, inching close and dragging one fingernail from the butterfly charm on her collar down toward her breasts. “Babe, you aren’t going to leave me wet and needy like this, are you?” She rises to her tiptoes, bringing her mouth within kissing distance. “Don’t you want to play with me? If you take care of me, I’ll take care of you.”
A wicked idea hits me, one that accomplishes all three of my goals at once—punishing her for being bratty, having a little kinky fun before the party, and letting her open one of her sexy gifts.
It’s a win, win, win.
“I like the sound of that.” I close the remaining distance between our mouths, brushing my lips over hers. “Instead of giving you the present I was going to give you, I have better idea.”
She wraps her arms over my shoulders and whispers, “Does it still involve either a sexy present or horny stuff?”
“It does.” I rub the tips of our noses together. “It involves both those things.”
“I accept then.”
“Good girl.”
This close-range, flirty teasing is wearing down my resistance. I might abandon my new plan and make love to her instead.
Right as I’m about to kiss her, she pulls back an inch and adds, “Under one condition.”
I encircle her waist with one hand and slide the other around the nape of her neck, erasing the distance between us. At this point, the only way we could be closer is if my tongue or cock were inside her. Not opposed to either of those options. Wonder how quickly I can get my clothes off.
“Be careful, sugar bear. You’re not in a position to be negotiating.”
The tempting minx smiles like she’s won. “The way your cock is poking me through your jeans begs to differ.”
Maybe she has won.
“Keep taunting me, and I’ll shut you up with it.”
The column of her throat ripples with a swallow. “Can I at least tell you what my condition is before you do that?”
I slope my head to the side, squinting at her playfully. “Tread carefully.”
Swear to fuck, I could banter with this woman all day, every day, for the rest of my life and never get enough of it.
“Before we move onto your new plan involving a sexy present and sexy times, I would like to know what the other plan was. Just to satisfy my squirrel brain.”
“You mean the present you were going to get before you disobeyed my simple request?”
She partially releases my neck, holding up her pointer finger between us. “Hey now, mister. I wasn’t disobeying. I was complying.” Her eyes flash wild. “With a twist.”
“A bratty twist.” My smile slips free, broadcasting my amusement. “To answer your question...”
Eagerness makes her eyes twinkle and jaw undulate. “Yes?”
“One of your gifts is a long-lasting, tingling lube. I was going to rub it all over my cock and fuck you against the wall. Then, I would have washed it off myself to dull the effect so I could function at the party without a raging erection. Whereas you wouldn’t be allowed to clean up, plus it would have been so deep inside your pussy that you’d feel it for the entire night, along with my cum dripping out of you.”
She whimpers, and it’s music to my ears. “Why did I need to have my hands on the wall and my back to you for that?”
I click my tongue at her. “I guess you’ll never know.”
Honestly, I had no plans for that part, which is rare for me. I suppose I wanted to see how long I could fuck her before she needed help standing. Plus, pressing her up against the wall is a nice substitute for bondage, which is out of the question, given her trauma. It’s hot for us both without triggering her.
With deliberate slowness, she juts her lower lip, stretching it to its limit. “You still have time to show me the first plan. It sounds like fun. And I promise to be a good girl.”
“Nope. Too late. That cutesy voice won’t work, nor will the obscene eyelash batting, so you might as well surrender.”
I’m bluffing. It’ll totally work if she keeps it up, so I need her to stop immediately.
She huffs, her wafting exhale making a few strands of her hair flutter around her heart-shaped face. “Fine. What’s the new plan?”
“Get on the bed, sugar bear. Stay naked.”
“Loving it so far. Am I going to be a pillow princess?”
Shaking my head, I dash over to the file cabinet serving as our temporary dresser. After quickly retrieving one of her gifts, I meet her at the bed.
Lying on the middle of the mattress, she’s on her side with her legs at a slight bend and her upper body resting on her bent elbow.
She looks like a goddess or a classic painting.
Unable to resist teasing her, I say, “I can’t help but notice how quickly and accurately you followed those instructions.”
“I’m too horny to mess around, and we’re seriously short on time from all this hot-as-hell flirting. I overplayed my hand earlier. Poor planning on my part, which is sort of my brand.”
She shrugs, and it’s adorable as fuck. Just like everything else about her.
“Fair enough.” Chuckling quietly, I offer her the present. “The wrapping isn’t as nice as yours.”
“You don’t say,” she quips, taking it from me. “Next gift-giving holiday, I’ll teach you how to wrap properly. This is a crime against tape.”
While she unwraps it, I finish tugging off my belt and remove my clothes. Can’t wait to feel her skin pressed against mine—even if only for a few minutes before we’re forced to be social.
“Oh wow . What in the say what now ?” Her jaw hangs low, and her eyes widen like a hoot owl. “Is this a vibrating butt plug?”
Naked as a jaybird, I crawl onto the bed with her. “Nope.”
“Then why does it have a flared base?” She turns the box over, reading the description. “Oh... oh... ooooh . Hands-free.”
“And remote controlled.”
“Let me guess.” She cocks her head to one side and purses her lips. “I won’t be holding the remote, will I?”
“Not a chance.”
She frowns, but it does nothing to stifle her excitement. “It’s already opened.” Her breath gets choppy when she pulls out the toy. “Did you already clean and charge it?”
“Of course.”
She points at her midsection. “Is it safe?”
I fucking love how good of a mother she is already.
My gaze fixes on the spot where our caterpillar grows inside her. The sight of her rounded belly never fails to take my breath away, surging gratitude throughout every cell of my body.
Unable to resist, I lean in and press a kiss against the growing bump. “Yes. I checked. The shaft won’t go deep enough to aggravate your cervix. And this one is remote instead of Bluetooth. Different type of frequency. Non-ionizing RF. Totally safe.”
“I’ll pretend I know what RF ionic-whatever-you-said is.”
“Low energy radio frequency.”
When she smiles at me this time, it’s pure and tender. “Thank you, babe.”
“Merry Christmas, sugar bear.”
She offers her mouth to me for a kiss, and I greedily accept. Those petal soft pillows mold to mine, beckoning me to savor every second.
Digging deep for my willpower, I pull back before getting carried away. It doesn’t take much for me to get lost in Lettie’s sweet kisses. If we’re going to play in the twenty-something minutes we have left, we need to get down to it.
“Get back here. I need more kisses,” she whines, dropping the gift on the bed and grabbing me with both hands. “I thought we were gonna fool around. Isn’t that why we’re both naked?”
Outmaneuvering her isn’t a challenge, so I’m free a second later. “We can’t try your present out if we’re making out.”
“We can if we apply ourselves. I’m willing to try. For science.”
“Not until we get this inside you.” I hold out my empty palm. “May I have it?”
She nibbles her lip and passes me the toy, glancing up at me like temptation incarnate. “Maybe we should open the special lube too. They probably work best together.”
I roll my eyes at her transparent attempt to get more early presents out of me. “Nice try. Very subtle.”
“I don’t like what you’re insinuating. I’m just sayin’... I might need the lube in order to get the toy inside me.”
“You won’t need lube by the time I’m done with you.”
“Oh.” She makes her brows dance and shimmies her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. “Yes, please.”
Her twang caresses my ears, and my cock twitches. “Those manners.” Setting the toy and remote to the side, I crawl on top of her and slowly lower until we’re pressed together.
She spreads her thighs for me, inviting me home. “Plenty more manners where those came from.”
I’m still smiling when I claim her mouth, swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips, and delve inside for a quick taste of my Lettie.
My sugar bear.
Like always, Lettie erodes my self-control with her very presence. Instead of teasing her, I tumble headfirst into lustful bliss. Our bodies writhe and pulse with sexual energy. It’s impossible to tell which of us is more desperate for the other.
I capture each of her moans, gasps, and mewls in my kiss, swallowing them down to make them part of me forever. Her hips pulse and thrust upward, chasing friction and relief.
Her slickness coats the tip of my cock as it prods around her entrance like it has a mind of its own. She doesn’t even need a warm-up.
Fuck it. New plan.
I break away from her mouth, running my tongue over her jawline. “Does my greedy little pussy want her cock?”
“I fucking love it when you claim it, babe,” she rasps, tilting her hips again. “Because every part of me is yours. And yes, please give me my cock.”
Our lips collide again as I start to slip inside her body, euphoria dusting over us as we become one. Whether it’s the thousandth time or the first, it’s always perfection when she gives herself to me.
I drive farther, pushing through the sweet resistance. “You still my good girl, sugar?”
Her voice pitches high as she squeaks out, “Yes. Always.”
“Then be my good girl and take every last inch.” I slam forward and grit out. “Every.” Another pulse. “Last.” I bottom out and grind against her. “Inch.”
“Oh my god, Tomer.” She throws her head back, exposing her throat to me. “Feels so damn good.”
Bracing my forearms around her head, I cage her in and lock our gazes. “Fucking love you, Violet.”
“Love you too.”
Bodies moving in concert, we grind, thrust, and pump our way to ecstasy. Hands roam and grope. Tongues twirl and twist.
When she gets close, I contemplate denying her an orgasm. That was my original plan—the punishment part. But like all smitten fools, I cave at the last second.
“Come for me, sugar bear. I want to feel you.”
Her keens pitch higher, and her eyes roll back in her head. I cover her mouth with mine when she gets too loud. Together, we topple over the edge of that cliff, free-falling into sweet rapture.
While catching my breath, I wipe the hair out of her eyes and pepper kisses over her face. She hits me with a smile so bright it could drive away the darkness from the deepest cavern.
“Sugar bear,” I start, placing one last kiss on the tip of her nose before pulling out of her delectable body. “It’s time to put your present inside this sweet pussy, all soaking wet with my cum.”
A tiny breath gets caught in her throat, and her features go taut, eyes and mouth rounding.She doesn’t speak as I rise to my knees, still between her thighs, and grab the toy.
“Bend your knees and keep your legs spread,” I order in my deeper register. The one I used when I was a Dom. Before this ethereal goddess fluttered into my life and imprinted herself on my heart and soul.
After rising onto her elbows, she complies. “I love it when you’re bossy with me about stuff like this.” She nibbles her lip and studies my every move.
“I know you do. Because you’re my good girl.”
Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her pussy wide open. Before inserting the shaft of the vibe, I take a moment to revel in the glimpse of my release surrounded by her silky pink flesh.
“Fucking hell. Look at this perfect pussy, soaked and dripping.”
“How can I do that from up here, genius? Do you think I have a giraffe neck or something?” Her bratty attitude has certainly returned with a vengeance.
Each time she taunts me, my urge to punish her burns anew. It’s like my baser instinct to dominate can’t be fully contained, no matter how often she makes me fold. But she likes it when I’m in control, so I lean into the urge, searching my memory bank for an appropriate punishment.
My eyes threaten to roll back into my head as another idea hits me.
Without hesitating, I plunge my first two fingers into her pussy, pumping and scissoring to get them coated in our combined fluids.
She flops back onto the pillow, moaning my name. “Oh, Tomer. Shit, yes.”
I’ll never get enough of hearing that.
But our free time is almost up, so I withdraw my fingers and bring them up to her mouth. “Since you insist on having such a naughty little mouth. Open up, Lettie baby.”
A scandalized expression overtakes her, nose twitching and mouth crumpling to one side.
I intensify my glare and drop my voice to a low rumble. “Now.”
She doesn’t dare defy me when I use that tone. Jaw all but unhinging, she opens wide and extends her tongue for me.
“Good fucking girl. Now, suck them clean.”
Holding eye contact and wrapping her hand around my wrist, she laps at my fingers like a popsicle.When I remove my fingers from her mouth, the suction breaks with a pop. If my balls weren’t so freshly emptied, I’d need to have her again after that erotic display.Fucking hell, she’s so damn sexy.
Bending at the waist, I dive forward for a quick kiss. Just enough to get a taste of our combined arousal.
“Damn, that’s hot,” she rasps, her dazzling eyes studying my every move as I shift backward.
Picking up the toy, I resume my earlier task of slipping it inside her pussy. The T-shaped base fits snugly over her mound, molding itself to her. Looks like a perfect fit.
Admiring my work, I ask, “How does that feel?”
She wobbles her pelvis and pulses her hips, getting comfortable with the feel of it inside her. “It’s smaller than you, but it’s nice.”
“It’s also going to hold the rest of my release inside you. So all night long, you’ll be filled up with me.”
“You’re such a naughty boy. On Christmas, no less.”
“Well, you know what they say. Santa’s not the only one coming to town.” I waggle my brows to sell the horrible pun.
She one-ups me because she’s so damn funny. “If you show me your north pole, I’ll ride you like a reindeer.”