Chapter 9 - Willow
Time flies while I’m with Mike. It probably has something to do with how much he’s using me. Literally.
Between work, sex, and then the romantic couple things he keeps suggesting we do, I barely have time to think about my parents and what I’m going to do about them. I’ll worry about that after Christmas.
We spent one evening decorating his house while he made ribald Christmas jokes and made me laugh. Then we danced to corny Christmas music and had more hot chocolate than a person should consume in one night. I’ve never had so much fun decorating a tree before.
Last night, he took me out for Chinese food and insisted he wanted to know everything about me: my childhood, college, the books I liked reading, favorite music artists—the list went on forever.
Then we walked off the Chinese food at a local park with a Christmas lights display.
It really feels like we’re dating, and I like it more than I want to admit.
Now today, I’m at work and it’s my last chance to get him a gift, and I told him my shift ends an hour later than it really does so I can sneak out and hit a couple of stores close to work.
Luckily, there’s a sex toy shop within walking distance.
I’ve been doing some research on what I could get that might be fun for both of us, and I settled on nipple clamps.
Hopefully I won’t die of embarrassment while buying them.
As soon as I step inside the adult store, I start feeling the blush creeping up my neck and spreading to my face.
A store associate asks if she can help, but I tell her I’m fine.
She shoots me a friendly smile and I wander the store, feeling weird and out of place.
A smart person would have ordered these online, but time is limited.
Finally, I spot a rack with a “BDSM Toys” sign on it in the far back of the store by the bachelorette party items.
There are so many types of clamps. Will the metal ones hurt?
I spot a pair with a shiny silver chain and bright pink rubber tips.
Oooh, I want those. Rubber shouldn’t hurt too much, right?
As I look around the store at all the various toys, my body hums alive.
I need to make more money if I want a toy collection.
A shelf of high-tech gadgets catches my eye and I pause to look at the sleek, curved, long ones that sync with an app that allows you to change the vibrations.
... or play with a partner. Shit, that would’ve been fun with Mike while he was on vacation.
I pick one up and wince at the price tag.
Yeah, on second thought, I’m fine being a low-tech girl.
I only have to wait a few minutes in line to pay, and I’m out the door so fast, I’ve still got 30 minutes before Mike picks me up. When I pass a drugstore, I wander in to kill time and a display of picture frames gives me an idea. I’ll give him a racy photo of me along with the clamps.
The store has a self-serve kiosk where I can upload a photo from my phone, and within minutes the picture is printed out on glossy photo paper.
It’s not until I’m picking out a picture frame that I start questioning whether this is a good idea.
Is he even going to want this photo? He’s got all those photos of his wife still up, and it’s not like he’s my boyfriend, so what is he going to do with it?
Keep it around to show his friends the woman he’s fucking on the weekends? Ugh.
I want more than just nipple clamps for him, and I can’t think of anything else that wouldn’t be cheesy. Fuck it, I’m going with it. I pick out a sturdy silver frame and a couple of gift boxes. I’m back outside my work a few minutes before Mike pulls into the parking lot.
When I hop into his car, he eyes my shopping bag. I’ve hidden the nipple clamps inside the drugstore bag, so it looks innocent enough.
“Did you get everything you need?” he asks.
“Yep, and it might be something for you.” I give him a sly smile. “Have you been a good boy this year? Do you deserve a gift?”
His eyes narrow as he looks over at me, and he’s grinning, but the predatory look on his face has me squeezing my legs together. I get wet thinking about what he’s going to do to me when we get home.
“We’ll see,” he teases, and my heart skips in happiness that he’s joking around and not turning dom on me.
I like his softer side, and spending the week with him is letting me see it more. Plus, I’ve grown accustomed to falling asleep with him every night, and I’m having fun. I try to not worry about the future and just enjoy whatever time we have right now.
When we get to his house, I make an excuse that I want to shower so that I can hide his gifts in my duffle bag in the bedroom.
I expect him to join me, so I quickly shove them in the bottom of my bag.
I’m barely in the shower two minutes before the glass door opens and he steps into the enclosure with me. Yep, I called it.
Mike moves behind me and pulls me back against him.
When he kisses up my neck, it gives me goosebumps.
A bolt of arousal zings to my core, and when a low growl rumbles from his chest, it sets my pussy on fire.
Warm water pelts down on us as he grinds his cock against my ass and pulls at my nipples.
He’s wearing a condom so I know I’m about to get fucked.
He bites my ear and whispers, “I’ve been wanting you all day. It’s time to use my freeuse slut.”
I moan, “God, yes.”
He turns me around and picks me up, pressing my back to the cool tiles.
With my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock nestled against my pussy, he stares into my eyes and devours my mouth with a hungry kiss that leaves me panting and needy.
I’m a slut for his dominance, and I’m dying for him to take me.
When he buries his face in my neck, nibbling as he licks up the droplets of water on my skin, I’m barely aware that he’s positioning his cock until I feel the tip of it pressed against my pussy, poised to thrust into me.
I sigh in pleasure as he sinks his length into me all the way to the base in one long movement.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs into my ear while fucking me so slowly I grow dizzy.
Each stroke is exquisite agony as the pleasure builds inside me in slow layers.
“Faster, please!” I cry out, and he chuckles.
“I decide. You’re MY fucktoy.”
I claw at his shoulders and arch against him. “Yes, yours.”
Water rains down on us as he thrusts in and out of me at a torturous pace. With the ache intensifying between my legs, I dig my heels into his ass and beg for release.
“Willow, look at me,” he demands, and I try to focus on him.
When my eyes lock with his, he holds my gaze as he speeds up, pounding into me so fast that all I can do is hold on and moan uncontrollably.
When he moves a hand between us to stroke my clit, it only takes a few moments before my orgasm hits me so hard that stars burst along the corners of my vision. Wave after wave of rapture consumes me. I grip his shoulders and hang on while my cries of ecstasy echo off the tiled walls.
Mike grunts and finds his own release with one last thrust as his cock throbs and his eyes flutter closed. He presses his forehead to mine and murmurs, “Such a good little fucktoy.”
Oh, I am. I definitely, most assuredly am a good little fucktoy for him.
We decide to have a movie fest for Christmas Eve, and right before we settle down on his couch, his doorbell rings. He looks startled, so I know he wasn’t expecting anyone.
“I’ll go get that,” he says, and instead of waiting for him, I follow him to the door.
When he opens it, a cute blonde woman is standing there—one who is easily around my age.
“Hi!” she says brightly, and then her face falls when she sees me over his shoulder. I’m in my pajamas, so she can tell that I’m an overnight guest.
She’s holding a round tin that she quickly offers to Mike.
“I didn’t realize you had company. I brought you some fudge I made.”
He takes them from her. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”
Who is this woman? Does he fuck women in their 20s regularly? My stomach churns with jealousy, and I know I’m being irrational. He’s not acting like they’re lovers.
“Sorry, is this a bad time?” she asks.
Mike starts to answer, but I interject with a polite, “Hey, Mike, I’ll be in the living room. No rush.”
Mike gives me a side eye look, and I force myself to walk away slowly so it doesn’t look like I’m running. I sit on the couch and turn on the TV to check out the options and pretend I’m not trying to listen in. Which I totally am.
I hear their muffled voices, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. A pit in my stomach opens up and grows until it’s a solid ball of anxiety. A couple minutes pass, then I hear the door close.
When he comes into the room, he plops the tin on the coffee table and pulls off the lid. “Do you like fudge?” he asks and holds the tin out to me.
I ignore his question, grab one of the brown squares, and try to keep my voice light. “Who was that?”
I take a bite. Mmm, it’s delicious. Figures. I swallow and lick my lips to get all the sugary goodness off my mouth before sucking my fingers clean too because yum, this is divine.
He’s watching me with an amused expression as he sits down. “Her name is Nancy and she’s my next-door neighbor. She moved in a year ago.”
“You bang her?” I ask casually, like it’s the least interesting thing in the world, and pop another square of fudge into my mouth as he answers.
“No.”
Holy shit, this fudge is orgasmic.
“Do you want to?” I ask while picking through the tin for a different flavor. There are some with pecans and some that are plain but with hazelnut shavings, which sounds heavenly.
Shit, why are my hands shaking? He can want to fuck whoever. I only want him, but that’s not how things work. We’re not committed to each other.
He takes the tin from my hands and I squeak in complaint. He doesn’t give me time to say anything before he hauls me into his lap.
“I have exactly who I want in my arms.”
Shit, that’s sweet. I relax against him and put my head on his shoulder. I’m not letting him off that easily, though.
I poke his belly. “That isn’t a yes or no.”
He kisses my forehead and rubs my back. “I only want to fuck you.”
I almost protest again, but I hold it in. That’ll do for now. To lighten the mood, I try to mess with him. “That’s good because, unlike you, I don’t share.”
Mike tightens his hold on me and nuzzles my hair. “No one is asking you to share.”
He always seems to know what to say. I turn my head and kiss him lightly. When he cups the back of my head and deepens the kiss, I relax, enjoying how gentle he is as he explores my mouth with his tongue. I could spend all night exactly like this.
When he pushes me onto my back and peels my pajama pants off, I give a weak grumble. “What about the movie?”
Mike flashes me a wicked grin as he spreads my legs and moves his head right above my pussy. “There’ll be plenty of time for a movie after you come.”
Who can argue with that logic?
As Mike settles between my legs, his hot mouth trails kisses along the inside of my thigh, sending heat racing down to my pussy and causing my inner muscles to clench.
I sink further into the couch, moaning with delight as he holds my pussy lips open and tastes me.
As his tongue works magic against my sensitive folds, he glances up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I shiver from pleasure when he growls, “You taste delicious, kitten.”
Oh god. If he keeps that up, I’m going to purr for him.
I grip the cushions as he slowly licks his way around my clit like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
The pleasure increases slowly, starting as a buzz between my legs and spreading up to my lower belly.
When he slides two fingers inside me, my toes curl and I arch my back as I cry out, “Ohhh, god!”
My clit throbs against his hungry mouth, and the rapture builds like a tidal wave. I thread my fingers through his hair and press his face against my pussy. When my orgasm hits, I buck my hips to meet his tongue while crying out as ecstasy swirls in my core.
He keeps sucking my clit until I’m nothing but a quivering mess. When I come to my senses, I realize I’m still holding his face to my pussy and I let go of his hair with a giggle.
“Oops, sorry.”
“Mmmm, don’t be,” he murmurs against my skin, then gently kisses my pussy before trailing his mouth up to my chest.
He kisses each breast, and his face is shiny from my wetness. I have a momentary feeling of embarrassment when he wipes it off on his shirt and then licks his lips. “Tasty.”
I expect him to fuck me now, so I’m confused when he rolls me to my side and snuggles behind me.
He pulls a blanket over us and pulls me snug against him. “Now we can watch our movie.”
Huh. Okay, if he wants to watch a movie, I’m fine with that.
We watch the movie “Elf,” which I’ve seen several times before, and halfway through the movie, I hear the rip of a condom package. After he puts it on, he lifts my leg and sinks his cock inside me.
I moan and he whispers in my ear, “Keep watching and hold still.”
Which is easier said than done as he thrusts into me.
“This pussy is mine, understand?”
“Yessss.” I feel floaty, like I’ve melted into a puddle, and my body trembles as I struggle to keep still like he instructed.
He moves his hands to my breasts, and as he tugs on my nipple, it’s almost too much pleasure.
Pinching tighter, he hisses, “Tell me your pussy is mine.”
Oh god, I love it when he makes me talk dirty like this. “My pussy is yours, all yours.”
As soon as I admit it, I cry out with pleasure as an orgasm hits me. At this moment, I’m absolutely and completely his.
As soon as I stop shaking from the climax, I realize he hasn’t stopped thrusting. He’s still fucking me hard and he’s pulled my pajama top up to expose my breasts. One hand goes to my left nipple and tugs on it, sending a wave of pain and pleasure straight to my clit.
“Oh, god,” I gasp.
“Mmm, more,” he says, biting my shoulder hard enough that it probably leaves a mark.
When he twists my nipple again, the mixture of pleasurable pain shocks me into another orgasm.
This time he grunts and pushes hard into me and comes at the same time.
He fucks me through both our orgasms, and when he pulls out, he hugs me close to him and caresses my shoulder while planting kisses on the back of my neck.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, and I realize it’s after midnight.
With him, it truly is merry.