Chapter 8 - Mike
We don’t stay at the party much longer. We’re both exhausted and in need of rest, preferably in each other’s arms.
We collect our things and Willow hands in her red ribbon. For a moment, I’m tempted to tell her to keep it so I can tie her up with it later, but before I have time to ask, she turns and kisses me.
“I’m so glad you’re back. Tonight’s been amazing,” she says, pulling back so she can look me in the eye. “I don’t want it to end.”
An idea pops into my head. “You know, it doesn’t have to end. Not yet, anyway.”
She snuggles into me to keep warm from the cold air as we walk down the path and away from the house.
“Are you inviting me for a sleepover? I don’t think you’ll want to stay with me.”
We get to my car, and I open the door for her, but turn her around to face me.
“I’m inviting you over for Christmas. I want you to spend the week with me so I can fuck you senseless and then wake up with you cuddled against me. We’ve hardly seen each other for weeks, so I thought we could spend some time together. And it’ll be more comfortable than your apartment.”
She pauses for a second and I wonder if she is going to say no, so I add, “If it’s work you’re worried about, I can give you a lift. You won’t be late.”
She laughs. “Work is the last thing I’m thinking about. I’d love to stay with you, if you’ll have me. But I have one condition.”
Oh, what’s this now? Someone thinks they get to be in charge and make conditions.
“I’ll stay, but only if I can be your freeuse toy for the week.”
Now that’s something I can happily agree to, but I still tease her. “Hmmm, I’m not sure. Sounds like a lot of work.” When she gives me a dirty look, I add, “Okay, okay, you can be my filthy little freeuse toy for the week.”
She smiles wider than I’ve ever seen, and she puts both her fists under her chin and shakes with excitement.
She looks just like one of those anime girls she sent me a clip of one night while talking about a show she was watching.
I wonder if I could get her to wear a schoolgirl outfit like the girl in the video.
“You’re the best. But can we stop at my place so I can pick up some clothes and things? I don’t need much and I can come back later in the week if I need to.”
On the drive to her place, Willow surprises me.
As it’s dark and I’m driving in a part of town I don’t normally visit, I’m concentrating more than usual. So when Willow stretches over and rubs my lap, it’s unexpected and I shoot her an amused look.
She laughs and rubs my cock while trying to kiss my neck.
“Have you not had enough already tonight?” I ask her.
“Mmm, never!”
When we get to her apartment, she makes me wait outside. I don’t know if it’s because it’s messy, or because she’s embarrassed by it, but I do know that I’m glad I made the offer for her to stay the week with me.
The building has seen better days. Even from the street, I can see that the windows are old and probably drafty. I wonder how much she’s getting charged for renting this place. Whatever it is, it’s too much.
Just down the street, I see a group of guys hanging out on the corner, and I’m pretty sure they’re dealing drugs. The shop across the road is run down and the light outside her apartment flickers and makes a fizzing sound. I don’t like her living here.
Eventually, she appears again and throws a bag into the trunk. As she hops into the passenger seat, she gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks. I really appreciate this. I promise I’ll be the best freeuse Christmas toy ever.”
I drive past the dealers at the end of the street, catching them looking as I go by.
“Did you have any other plans?” I ask. “Not going to your parents’ for Christmas?”
Willow shakes her head and watches the passing scenery out the window.
“My mom wants me to go over there, but no. I want to spend Christmas with someone that’ll make me feel good. That’s you, not them.”
She turns back to face me and slips her hand into my lap again.
“Besides, if I play my cards right, maybe you’ll make Christmas dinner. But NO jokes about stuffing anything.”
Back at my house, we head for the bedroom, and I show her where she can put her clothes.
When she gets her toiletries from her bag, I think how weird it’ll be to have another toothbrush next to mine after such a long time.
For a moment, my thoughts drift to the past, then I realize Willow is standing in front of me and has her head tilted to the side.
“You okay there? You seem spaced out.”
“I was thinking how lucky I am to have a cutie like you in my bedroom.”
She giggles, and I know I hit the praise kink she so obviously has. “So, should I put on my pajamas?” she asks.
I step forward and give her a kiss, the kind that goes on so long that you’re both breathless but don’t want it to end.
“What I want you to do is go sit in the living room and get comfy while I make some hot chocolate. Then we can snuggle up and watch something trashy on TV.”
I know she watches reality TV shows; she mentioned it a few times when we were texting goodnight. She uses them to make her sleepy.
“But, I’m your freeuse toy...”
I reach around her and pull her towards me, resting my hands on her ass.
“And a very good freeuse toy. But you’ve had a busy night and I’m guessing you’re tired. So let’s just cuddle and talk until we get sleepy and then go to bed.”
She is quiet for a second and in a small voice, she says, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
She quickly changes into a nightgown and scampers off. I hear her turning on the TV. As I walk down the corridor to the kitchen, a picture of my wife catches my eye. I wonder if I should put it away while Willow is here; it could be weird for her.
Maybe I’ll ask her tomorrow.
In the kitchen, I get the drinks ready and call out to Willow. “Do you want marshmallows and whipped cream with yours?”
There’s no response, so I walk into the living room to see what she’s up to.
The TV is on and something housewife-based is playing on the screen, but Willow’s not watching it. She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, a cushion under her head.
I switch off the TV and go back to the kitchen, drinking my chocolate in silence.
There’s a lot to do. I need to do some grocery shopping; I had been planning to have my usual Christmas dinner for one. But now that Willow is here, I want to make it special for her. I can find the decorations stashed away in the garage. Should I get a tree? We could pick one out tomorrow.
From the living room, I hear Willow call my name.
She’s still curled up on the sofa, but her eyes are open.
“I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”
“That’s okay, kitten,” I say, sitting down next to her.
“Oh. I like that. I can be your kitten.”
I lean forward and kiss her on the nose.
“My little comfy kitten. And a tired one as well.”
She yawns and stretches and my heart aches at how adorable she looks.
She asks, “Will you carry me to bed? Pretty please?”
“Of course.”
I stand up and slip my hands under her, lifting her up to my chest. She’s warm against me and her sleepiness is setting off my protective dom feelings. When we get to the bedroom, I gently put her into bed and quickly strip and get in beside her.
“Goodnight,” she mumbles.
“Goodnight, kitten.”
She moves her head and rests it against my chest. Within minutes, she’s asleep.
I lay there planning Christmas and what I can do to make it special for her.
I’m going to need to get her a present, since I didn’t have time to get one while I was away; something kinky and fun—maybe a sex toy?
Whatever it is, I want it to be something that will always make her think of me when she sees it.
Before I know it, I’m yawning and I feel my eyes getting heavy. With one last kiss on her head, I drift off to sleep and dream of Willow.