Chapter 5 #4
He’s too quick to reply, proving he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Calling you what?”
“You know what.”
He grabs a piece of popcorn, throwing it in the air and catching it in his mouth. “Enlighten me, baby.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but something hot spreads in my lower stomach.
“Stop calling me a good girl.”
He doesn’t even pretend to be confused. “Why would I? You’re being a good girl for me.”
“I’m not…” I can’t help a soft laugh. “Only because you set everything up for me to be.”
Pushing the platter away, he slides closer to me. “So what? Doesn’t it feel good?”
My throat dries up, my stomach twisting. “Don’t get any closer.”
He does. “Answer me.”
“I’m not answering you. You’re tricking me into turning you on.”
His laugh is beautiful. Soft, warm, relaxing. Especially when he throws his head back and I can see the sharpness of his jaw from another angle.
He’s a little more serious when he looks at me again. “Little one, I don’t need to trick you into turning me on. Your simple existence is enough.”
“S-stop.”
I say that, but I don’t move away when he gets close enough that I feel the warmth pouring out of his skin. I tell him to stay away, but my heart races when he looks down at me and puts a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
I hate the way he always announces what he’s about to do. It makes it even worse when I do nothing to fight him.
I shake my head, but I don’t pull away when his soft lips meet mine.
I let his hand snake behind my neck. I let him angle me so he can comfortably entwine his tongue with mine. So he can make me moan into his mouth.
And when he pulls away, trails kisses along my jaw, and stops just under my ear. I stay still. “And now I’m going to fuck you.”
I should run away, but instead, I relish in the shiver crossing my body.
“Lie down on your stomach with your hands behind your back, baby. Then you can tell me how good it feels to be my good girl.”
I should say no, but instead, I lie down on my stomach and put my hands behind my back.
Because it feels fucking delicious to be his good girl.
“Don’t move, Little one. Daddy’s just getting something for us.”
And I don’t fucking move.
Not when I hear him walk around doing God knows what. Not until I feel something soft around my wrists.
“What are you—”
“Stay.”
I look back as much as I can, my eyes rounding when I notice the red ribbon from the fake presents.
He binds my wrists with it, ensuring I can’t move my arms while not cutting the blood flow.
“The most beautiful Christmas present,” he murmurs. I watch him tie a perfect bow before my neck gives up and I rest my cheek against the sofa.
“Did you not get enough earlier?”
“I thought I did, but then you refused to admit you love being my good girl. Now I have to show you what happens to bad girls, then you can think about your answer again.”
A flash of electricity courses through my body.
“You’re not—”
“Punishing you? Of course I am.” In one sudden gesture, he rips my shorts down, leaving them around my knees. “Spread your legs as much as you can.”
The second I do, he slaps my pussy harshly, making me gasp. “You assh—”
“Tsk, don’t make me get the gag again.”
He brings my hips up, making sure my knees are supporting me before lowering himself between my legs.
I can’t stop the moan that escapes me when his tongue probes at my entrance. He pushes in, making me melt from the pleasure. He makes sure to alternate between my clit and my entrance, spreading my wetness everywhere he can reach.
I push back against his mouth, taking the pleasure he offers while I can.
He only pulls away once I’m writhing and desperate to come.
“I think you’re ready for your punishment,” he murmurs. I expect a harsh slap on my ass. A spanking like he loves so much.
I should have known he loves his games too much to spank me twice in a night.
I hear him grab something from the platter of treats he prepared. He bends over me, whispering in my ear, “Would you like to admit how much you love being called my good girl?”
“Under duress? It won’t mean anything,” I snarl.
He chuckles. “You’ll make a wonderful attorney, Sweets. But that was a stupid answer.”
I feel something pressing at my wet entrance, and he cuts me off when I start to moan.
“This is going to hurt.”
I freeze. “W-what?”
“Just enough to teach you a lesson. It’ll be bearable.”
“What is it?” I fight his hand on my hip while he pushes inside some more, but there’s not much I can do with my wrists tied in a pretty fucking Christmas bow.
It doesn’t feel big, just enough for me to feel it. Just enough to pleasure me.
He pulls it out, making me whimper from the lack of friction.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
When I don’t, his hand at my hip comes to my jaw, and he presses my cheeks until my mouth opens. It always shocks me how non-violent his gestures are. He doesn’t need to put strength in his acts, he just controls me with a bit of pressure and dirty words.
My eyes widen when I watch his other hand approach my mouth.
A candy cane in it.
And that’s when I feel it.
The tingling sensation, nearing a burn.
“Fuck!” I shriek in his grip. “You’re a dick!”
“Language. There’s barely any peppermint in these things. It’s mainly sugar, it won’t burn badly.”
And I know he’s right. I can feel it just enough to learn my lesson.
His fingers press slightly harder on my cheeks. “Say ‘ah’ for Daddy.”
He pushes the candy past my parted lips. It’s not the peppermint I taste first. It’s myself.
“Can you taste how delicious you are, baby? How drenched you are for me?”
He pulls the candy in and out of my mouth, until the hints of my pleasure are completely gone from my mouth.
“Answer me, Little one.”
“Yes…” I moan around the candy cane.
He pulls it out only to fuck my pussy with it again. “Oh, God,” I hiss at the slight burn. “Chris…” It’s annoyingly disappearing to be replaced by pleasure.
I helplessly pull at my binds, hating myself for enjoying his brand of punishment.
“So what do you prefer? To be a good girl or a bad girl for me?”
“G-good,” I pant.
“Say it, then. Beg me to be my good girl.”
He drags the candy in and out of me, bringing me just enough pleasure to survive the ordeal, but not nearly enough to orgasm.
“I want to be your…your good girl,” I whimper. “P-please.”
“Well done,” he rasps. The candy disappears just before I hear him mumble, “These things are so much better when they taste of you.”
I look behind my shoulder, seeing the cane between his lips.
The next thing I feel is his dick at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, enhancing the burn. I wonder how it feels for him. He’s not the kind of guy that thrives on pain, but maybe the pleasure takes over like it does for me.
He fucks me slowly, one hand at my hip, one holding the bow, and a candy cane he’s supposed to hate in his mouth.
He forces me to reach my peak languidly, the room spinning when the orgasm shatters me.
And when he comes, I hear the candy cane being crushed between his gritted teeth.
We’re not in my room anymore, but he doesn’t fail to go to the downstairs bathroom so he can bring me back a warm, damp towel and clean me. He doesn’t fail to dress me in my sleeping clothes again.
When I fall asleep, in a home I hate, with a family I hate, I know I’m safe just because I’m in his arms.