Chapter 10 - Mike
We wake up early on Christmas day, like giddy schoolkids.
Willow wants to open presents straight away, but I insist that we have breakfast first.
In my family, growing up we always had lox on a bagel with cream cheese. When I suggest that to Willow, she looks at me like I’m weird, but nods her head and goes to get dressed.
It doesn’t take long to get the food ready and when I bring it to the living room, she has Christmas music on and is sitting next to the tree.
“I put some old Christmas tunes on. ‘Cause, you know, you’re old.”
When I hand her the bagel, she eyes it suspiciously, but after taking a bite she gobbles it down. I explain that my family came from Sweden and that’s where the tradition comes from.
“I never had Christmas breakfast growing up,” she says between gulps. “Well, only cereal. Nothing fancy like this.”
I clear the plates away and when I get back, she’s still on the floor, some wrapped presents next to her that I suspect she may have gotten for me. I search under the tree and pull out the present I have for her and sit down beside her.
“Mine first!” she says, getting overly excited.
She hands me a small wrapped box. I take the paper off carefully, sliding the box out from the wrapping. When I open it up, inside is a silver chain with pink nipple clamps attached to the ends.
She has a wide-eyed look on her face as I pull it from the box and dangle it in front of me.
“What do you think?” she asks.
“I think perhaps you bought this for me, but actually it’s for you. Am I right?”
She giggles and her face goes red.
“Um, it’s for both of us. I’ve never used them before, but people online say doms like to put them on their subs. Unless you don’t want to?”
She bites her lip as if she’s worried, so I lean forward and kiss her gently.
“I love them, thank you. And let’s see how much you enjoy them when I’m pulling on the chain.”
She looks startled, as if the idea has never occurred to her.
“Oh, yeah. Okay.”
I hand her over her present, and she rips the paper off and pulls the box open. When she pulls out what’s inside, she comes to a stop.
“Wow.”
“You know what it is?” I ask.
“Yeah. It’s a sex toy, right? I saw one like it at the store, but it was too expensive. Is this one you can control with an app while I’m using it?”
It wasn’t that expensive, but I’m guessing that we have very different ideas of what that is.
“Yeah, that’s right. So I can be at work and send you a text to get your toy ready. I can make it buzz and pulse inside you and get you all needy and mindless for me.”
She has that faraway look in her eye that she sometimes gets when she’s horny, like she’s having trouble thinking about anything else.
“Is that something else for me?” I ask, looking at the rectangular package next to her.
“Mmm, what? Oh, yeah.” She laughs. “Sorry. You distracted me!”
She picks up the package, but hesitates before giving it to me. Her face is pink, so I ask, “Are you okay?”
She looks up and I can see that she’s nervous. For a second she reminds me of the shy girl I first met.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Only… I got this for you, but I don’t know…” She starts talking fast like she’s trying to explain herself before I even know what the gift is. “You might not like it. You don’t have to keep it if you don’t. It’s stupid. I’m just being silly.”
I rub her knee and take the package from her.
“I’m sure I’ll love it.”
Slipping it from the wrapping, I hold it up to get a good look at it. It’s a silver frame with a picture inside it, one of the lingerie shots that she sent me while I was on the cruise.
She’s still talking fast. “I remember you said you liked that one. It’s dumb because you have it on your phone, but—“
I lean forward and stop her with a kiss.
“I love it. It’s going straight up in my bedroom. I might even get you to sign it, or give it a lipstick kiss.”
She’s obviously surprised but happy, that smile beaming at me.
“You really like it?”
I take her hand and slip it into my lap, letting her feel how hard I am.
“Does that answer your question?”
She gives me a little squeeze and gives me a doe-eyed stare that I’m coming to realize is her innocent act. “Are you going to fuck me on Christmas?”
“Do you think you deserve it, young lady?”
She nods. “Well, I was very good this year… so, yes!”
“Hmmm, I guess we’ll have to see about that.”
We both laugh and she moves towards me, crawling across the floor. She straddles my lap and starts rocking against me, kissing me and pulling my t-shirt off.
“Please fuck me.” She grinds against my cock harder. “I’ll even let you make a Christmas stuffing joke, so long as you fuck me.”
I roll her over onto her back and pull at her pajama bottoms, taking them off her and revealing her nakedness underneath.
“No panties?”
“No, because fucktoys don’t wear panties. You said so.”
I pull my bottoms off too and spread her legs, dipping my head down so I can taste her wetness. She tastes delicious and I move my tongue to her clit, swirling it against her as she wriggles underneath me.
“Two or three?” I ask.
I can tell she’s confused. “Three?”
I push three fingers into her and smile as she gasps, then relaxes again as she gets used to the motion. Slipping them in and out of her makes her back arch and I suck on her clit and make her moan.
“Whose pussy is this?” I ask her.
“Yours.”
“Who gets to fuck it?”
She bucks her hips and gasps, “You do. Only you.”
I crawl forward over her, kissing my way up her chest, along her shoulder, and to her lips.
“I need to go get a condom,” I say as I stroke her hair.
“In my pocket… brought one with me. Figured you would fuck me. Need your freeuse toy.”
She’s right, I need her. My cock’s throbbing and I want to pound her hard into the carpet.
I fish a condom out of her pajamas and rip it open. I put it on with one hand so that I can hold her down with the other. She has a thing about control, needing to know someone else has it. Just like I need to be the one controlling her.
As soon as it’s on, I press the tip of my cock against her and savor her body’s reaction to me.
“Do you want it?” I ask.
“I’m your freeuse toy to use.”
I growl in her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me,” she cries out, and tries to press up against me to get me to slide in. “I want you to explode and know it’s all for me. Please, Sir?”
I thrust into her and watch as her eyes roll back. She wraps her legs around me, as if to make sure I don’t go, giving me just enough room that I can thrust into her.
“Ohhh, god. So good,” she cries out, and I can feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
I grab her wrists, pinning her down. This is going to be short and sweet. Each thrust into her is hard and deep. No talking is needed. The room fills with the sound of my grunts and her moans, echoing off the walls as we fuck.
Suddenly, Willow is thrashing under me.
“Oh god, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Harder—don’t stop!”
I thrust into her hard, my own orgasm building.
“Come for me,” she cries out as she tips over the edge.
I explode into her and my body goes rigid. For a second, it’s like my brain has been switched off by an overload of pleasure, and then suddenly I’m back again, fucking her as she thrashes in the midst of her orgasm.
She collapses under me, and I let her wrists go, slowing my thrusts until I’m still inside her but not moving, just looking down at her face.
“Merry Christmas,” she sighs happily, and closes her eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Willow.”
Suddenly her eyes shoot open and she giggles.
“What is it?”
“I just realized something. We fucked on Halloween. We fucked at Thanksgiving. Now we’re fucking at Christmas. We should do this every holiday. It’s tradition now!”
She bursts out into full-on laughter and I roll over, taking her with me so that she’s on top and can finish her laughing fit.
She’s right. We’ve been together all the recent holidays, and each one has been better than the last. We really should make it a tradition to get together on each holiday. Sure seems better than being at home alone.
Although as we cuddle, I realize that the next major holiday is New Year’s, so it’s not too long to wait.