Chapter 17
LUCY
Iwoke up in a bedroom that wasn’t mine, everything slamming into me at once. That was a Christmas Eve for the books.
A firm body rolled over, hardness pressing against my back, and I laughed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
Sam’s arm wrapped around my abdomen, and I gasped as his hard cock nestled in between my asscheeks. I enjoyed us like this, and I think last night was a huge step, not only for us, but for his recovery as well.
“Presents,” I whispered. “It’s Christmas.”
I always loved Christmas, no matter where I was or who I was with. Just because there was no Santa didn’t mean we couldn’t still spread holiday cheer.
I practically jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen, grabbing a cookie out of the container and raiding the fridge for breakfast.
Loud footsteps sounded behind me, and I turned around. My brother was in uniform, grabbing his travel mug and keys from the counter.
“Seriously, Marco. It’s Christmas.”
“Crime doesn’t stop on Christmas, little sister. Feed your boyfriend. He’s getting skinny, according to mom.”
A low whistle sounded from the front of the house as thunderous laughter echoed through the hallway.
“Coming from the person who gets winded hoping over a couple of fences during a foot pursuit."
“Whatever, I’m out of here,” He mumbled, glaring at Sam, who had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
“I can bring some food to the station later so you and the others don’t miss out!” I yelled his way as the door shut behind him.
“Good Morning,” I smiled at Sam.
“Hey,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low. His voice was gruff and almost needy. “I’d like to unwrap my present now.”
“Are you okay?” I stepped toward him, running my hand up the expanse of his torso, twisting his tags in between my fingers so I could pull him into a kiss.
Our lips claimed each other, fueled by passion and a need that clawed at my insides.
Sam had created a monster out of me this weekend.
I couldn’t wait to explore our deepest, darkest fantasies together.
The ones I’d had to repress for so long, if that was something he wanted.
Last night was heavy, and right now I cared more about his mental health than anything.
“More than okay. Thank you,” he admitted quietly. “I got you some presents if you want to open them.”
“What?”
I narrowed my gaze on him, already heading to the living room. I sat on the floor and waited patiently like the good girl I was.
He grabbed a blue bag from under the tree and handed it to me with a snort. I rolled my eyes, reaching into the bag.
It looked like a watch and had no official name. Only two hearts and instructions on how to…
Oh God…
It’s an orgasm tracker.
“Oh yeah, no faking it with me, Snowflake,” Sam teased. “Not like you had anyway.”
“You are terrible,” I laughed. “Okay. How’d that feel, going into a sex shop? Do you feel naughty?”
He stayed silent, and that was all the answer I needed.
“Follow me to the kitchen. I have been doing some research, and would like to try something.”
My stomach knotted in a nervous excitement as I followed him, coming to a halt as he gestured toward the table.
From under my lashes, I gave him a seductive smile, parting my lips as I went belly down on top of the piece of lacquered wood.
He went around to my front, holding the plaid ribbon from one of the presents, and I shivered.
“I want to tie you up with this. You are going to look so beautiful spread out like my own personal Christmas feast.”
“Let’s do it.”
I was excited to try this together, yet nervousness hammered at my chest. What if it was too tight? Or too much?
“I need a safeword. Wait, it’s still orchid, right?”
Sam gave a satisfied hum, grabbing my hands and wrapping the ribbon a few times around them. Once finished, he attached the ribbon to a little notch that was under the table, and had me pull to show they were loose enough to get out of, but tight enough to still do the trick.
My heart pressed against my ribcage, threatening to leap out of my chest as I took in his musky scent.
The fabric went over my eyes and around my mouth, giving me enough leeway so I could speak if needed. I silently thanked him for that, gasping as his cool hands ran up my calf, bending my leg, and tying it to the leg of the table.
The other rested on the floor, straight out, and was tied beautifully three separate times above my leg.
I moaned out against the bondage as he put on the finishing touch, snapping the watch-like device on my wrist and turning it on.
“No hiding from me. I’m going to take what I want for Christmas.”
His hand flew across my ass, and a sharp pain exploded from the sensitive area as I pulled at the restraints.
Sam disappeared for a moment, leaving to grab something from the counter and set it next to me. I could feel the heat through the glass and wondered what he was going to do with the liquid.
“I was going to play with you a bit, but you look so sexy right now. Can I please fuck you?”
“Please,” I mumbled through the makeshift gag. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to me. He’d earned the right to make me feel good and call me Snowflake.