Chapter 10
SAM
Last night was a whirlwind, and I had to fight every fiber in my body not to bury myself inside of her. The way she pulsed and quivered had me groaning in anticipation for the day I’d feel her around more than my hand.
Make me yours.
The phrase flitted through my head, repeating over and over. I didn't have to ‘make her’ do anything. She knew who she needed, and her cunt reminded her of it every time I touched her.
I stared at her sleeping form. She was glowing, relaxed, and sleeping soundly. When I was confident she was fast asleep, I took a peek at the list she’d made. With what she was requesting, you’d never know she had such little experience. I knew what she wanted now.
She was kinky, I’d give her that, and likely repressed from her years with someone who couldn’t give her needs a second thought. Unable to get it off my mind, I snatched it from the top of the nightstand, already forming a plan.
Bondage
Role play
Striptease
Anal
Exhibitionism
Choking
Spanking
Some of these kinks were a pretty good starting point for both of us.
I’d do some research before she woke up, and as time went on, so I could keep her safe during the riskier activities.
Why not test some limits while we are here?
Create healthy boundaries, and have fun now that we have jumped off that cliff together?
I rolled over to grab my phone from the nightstand, flicking through my apps until I found the internet icon. Opening it up, I keyed in some of these fantasies. I didn’t want to accidentally crush her windpipe and kill her.
My phone buzzed as an alert flashed across the screen, notifying me that my package had arrived. I practically jumped out of bed to grab it. Thank fuck for delivery service, and snow plows.
In no time, I was dressed in velvet red shorts that hugged my package, leaving little to the imagination, and accentuated with adjustable suspenders that snapped against my chest when I put them on.
I peeked into the bag, expecting a jacket or another form of clothing to really get into the Santa thing, but only found a white fur-trimmed hat and a realistic white beard.
I finished the ensemble and faced the mirror, my grin hidden under the beard as I inspected myself.
You go, Sexy Santa.
Twisting the handle, I stepped into the chilled room. A blanket of fresh snow covered the sill, and a squirrel sat by the edge, eyeing me like I looked ridiculous. I did, but if it would make her happy, I was all for it.
I knelt at the side of the bed and ran my fingers softly up and down her back.
The exposed skin was warm under my touch, and little goosebumps formed along the curve of her spine.
Her eyes opened after a few moments, half a smile forming while the other side of her face stayed squished in the pillow.
She took in my form, raking her eyes up and down my body before a giggle slipped from her lips. “Sam, what the hell are you wearing?”
“I may have taken a sneak peek at your list,” I grunted, and snapped the suspenders, sending a ripple straight to my lower abdomen. “Consider me your object of pleasure, Ma’am.”
She sat up, leaned back against the headboard with her brows furrowed, body relaxed as she spoke. “You really don’t have to.”
“You want to have fun this weekend, right?”
“Well, yeah, but–”
“We’re connecting. Opening a door…right?”
“We…are.”
“Then stop acting like you have a candy cane up your ass. Unless you want to end up that way. Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” I said, tone light but firm as I dropped the flimsy plastic bag at her side. “Time to decorate, you naughty little elf.”
While Lucy was getting ready, I found myself shifting uncomfortably on the couch. My body practically vibrated in anticipation. I wanted tonight to be perfect. Would she love the night I had planned? Why the hell was I so nervous?
It’s been so long.
The desire I had to devour every part of her was growing stronger. The need to bury myself inside her heightened with every passing minute.
The clearing of a throat brought me back to the present, and I rose from the couch to offer Lucy the seat so we could start the day off right with a movie.
“Hey, guys! Streets are clearing up so I brou—”
Oh no.
I snapped my mouth shut, refusing to say another word.
Instead, I plastered the fakest half smile to my face, forgetting that the beard hid it entirely as heat spread across my cheeks in embarrassment.
Marco stared at me with wide eyes and mouth agape.
I snagged a pillow from the couch and held it over my junk.
“Do my tits look too pressed together?”
Fuck.
His sister barreled down the stairs in a naughty-fucking-elf-costume with her fingers threaded in her hair, braiding it. I smacked my palm against my face, hoping Marco wouldn’t turn around, but it was too late.
He scowled my way, hiding a burning gaze that made him look like he was going to kill me right here and now.
“What the fuck is this? You were supposed to be fixing things. Not boning my sister all weekend.”
He paced around the living room, rubbing the back of his neck and his eyes darting between us both as he tried to come up with a coherent thought.
My chest tightened, waiting for the gasket to explode, when his howls of laughter caught me off guard, and his hand flew out toward Lucy.
“You’re tainting my little sister, you sex crazed lunatic.”
“Nah, she wants to be on the naughty list. Don't you, Snowflake?”
She was horrified at the exchange, and I couldn't help it, cackling at the way she threw out the “No!”
Marco knew this day would come. I was glad we were able to rip the band-aid off early. Lucy appeared at my side, and I handed her a blanket so she could cover herself.
“M, I’m sorry, " she started, but I quickly interrupted.
“Don’t apologize to the bastard. He gave me the blessing to come up here. He knew exactly what was going to happen. If anything, it’s his fault.”
He covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, bumping into the side of the table as he made a play for the exit.
“I am so ashamed,” he teased. “ I–I can’t even look at you two right now.”
“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out, man,” I called after him, groaning when the fabric of the tight velvet shorts strangled my appendage.
“Yeah…I will, but first. This is gold. An open opportunity for when I need the upper hand.” Before we could blink, he snapped a photo, and my ears were red hot in embarrassment. “I wonder what Mom and Dad will say when they get this Christmas card,” he snickered.
“Fuck you,” I mumbled, turning to Lucy. “Help me out here. I’m begging you.”
She laughed. “Do you want to sit on Santa's lap, Marco? If you have been extra naughty, you may get a couple of pieces of coal in your ass on Christmas Eve.”
I rolled my eyes as Marco started for the door, making gagging sounds as the pair laughed at my suffering. When the door slammed shut, relief filled my chest.
Refocusing on Lucy, I stalked toward her, finally able to take in the full effect of the costume.
The green body suit hugged her curves, and the fluffy white trim kissed tits that were definitely not “too-pushed-together”.
Gravity-defying adjustable straps kept everything lifted, and a belt circled her waist. She would find out later that I had bought her some fishnets and a pair of heels to complete the ensemble.
Fuck me, she looks incredible.
I grabbed her hand and pressed it over my hardened cock. “See what you do to me, Lu? The thought of having you absolutely filled and forced to take it has me leaking with anticipation,” I growled. She was so beautiful, and I found the words trapped, leaving me with a half-cocked smile.
Lucy raised a brow, and I shattered, heart racing at the same rate as my thoughts.
The young man with the stutter made his way to the surface when I attempted to speak.
I wanted to say the words. The big three that would complicate things before they even began.
Now wasn’t the right time, and I wanted to make sure this was right.
Lucy needed to know she was loved for more than the physical.
Stop.
Slow down.
Speak.
That gaze always pulled me in, her irises dark as night itself. Alive with all of the dark and dirty fantasies she’d locked inside of her for so long.
“On the floor, all fours.”
She presented that supple, round ass, my open palm meeting the delicate flesh sharply. Redness exploded over the area, as I soothed it, and gave her another spank.
“I love how well you listen, Snowflake.”
The process repeated until I was satisfied, and her ass glowed with the same shade of red that got St. Nick through the snowstorm. When I had peeked into her suitcase, I had found a lot of fun stuff. We couldn’t use it all, but one had caught my eye.
It was a Christmas tree-shaped butt plug, coupled with a vibrator that could be controlled with an app.
Her eyes widened as I held it in front of her face.
“I can’t…I’ve never–”
“Then we don’t. Anal was on your list, and I think this is a better start.”
Lucy nodded, placing her cheek on the ground, and raised her ass higher. Her hips rocked, teasing me as wetness gathered on the crotch of the bodysuit.
Please, whatever is out there, I will do whatever the fuck it takes to have this every day.
To wake up next to this woman the rest of my life, I thought, running my finger over her clothed lips, humming in approval when she moaned for me. As I spoke to her, my fingers unsnapped each button with ease.
“We are going to play a game. I have control of your ass when we watch the movie. If you come, you lose. If you manage to make it through, you win. Deal?”
“What happens if I win?” She sounded curious. Intrigued.
“Anything you want.”
“Anything?” she repeated, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek. “Deal.”
LUCY
I obeyed, bracing on my forearms in front of me while my ass stuck straight up in the air, presenting myself to him.
“Remember, just relax, and say Orchid if you want me to stop.”
I nodded, my fingers already clasping onto the plush carpet. A thick, warm liquid hit the rim of my asshole before a thick finger used the lubrication to slide through my hole.
Sam would make sure I was thoroughly used before we went back, and I loved the thought.
I bit my lip to fight back the moan, feeling him add a second finger. Another harsh slap came down on my ass, and I cried out, shocked at the way my body responded to him, wanting more.
“Don’t hold back those beautiful moans. How else am I going to know I am pleasing you, huh?”
Sam withdrew his finger, and I peered over my shoulder to see what he was doing. My mouth gaped. I could see him grab the lube, pouring it over the toy with fervor. It was too big, and I had no idea how he planned to get that to fit inside my virgin asshole.
“Sam..wait-”
Before I could finish, the tip of the plug pushed into my body. It felt strange, and my mouth fell open as my hole tensed around the foreign object.
“Relax, and it won’t hurt as much when it’s stretching you out.”
The little ridges felt amazing once pushed inside, but the burning sensation that ripped through me when my body accommodated the foreign object was painful.
“Okay,” I replied, breathing deep and exhaling with each inch Sam carefully pushed into me. He sat there, unmoving, as I got accustomed to the toy before adding more.
“Can you add more lube, please?”
“Of course.”
I moaned, feeling the warming liquid slide between my cheeks and settling around the toy. It soon started sending a sharp tingle throughout my core as some dripped on my clit. I found myself pushing against the toy, needing to feel some sort of friction.
Sam placed his other hand over the small of my back, keeping me trapped between his hold and the floor. I whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through me like lightning.
“Don’t push back. You are taking it so well. I can't let you hurt yourself.”
My muscles quaked around the toy as he gently added more pressure, pushing the toy deeper and twisting it around, fucking me in short, deep strokes.
“Look at me while I stuff your ass.”
A knot in my stomach formed each time my asshole swallowed a ridge. The pain was almost too much. I gripped the carpet tightly and turned to face him, closing my eyes to focus on each breath I took.
My chest heaved, and a few minutes later, the pain finally decreased as Sam pulled away with a smile.
I thought we were done when his finger found my aching clit and rubbed in gentle circles, a moan escaping my lips.
He kept up the torture, increasing and decreasing the pressure.
The elastic band of pleasure threatened to snap when he pulled away suddenly, and the orgasm faded.
I was trembling and incredibly full by the time he was done, shaking under his touch as he stood beside me, leaning down to place a kiss on my sweating face.
“No coming yet, Lu. We have a long night ahead of us.”