Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Loren
Bellamie’s standing in front of the Christmas tree and Kace is carefully laying out several ropes by the time I return. He hands one to me. “Let’s get this naughty girl under control. I’ll do one arm, you do the other.”
She lifts her gaze, looking at me sheepishly from under her lashes. I have my answer. My ears didn’t deceive me when I thought she called Kace Daddy. That explains the look I saw pass between when nicknames came up.
What am I supposed to say? It would be weird for her to call me Daddy, right? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything. So why can’t I let it go? I toss the bedspread over the carpet.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask Bellamie. “With me learning on you?”
She nods, and I’m pretty sure she checks out my crotch. This goddam jealousy has softened my erection slightly.
She says, “I’m okay, are you?” Her expression tells me that her question is about more than the matter at hand.
The last thing I want to do is get in a pissing match over nicknames. I swallow my pride and fold the bedspread in half, giving it more cushion. “I’m fine.”
Oblivious to what’s going on between Belle and me, Kace asks, “Your jeans and sweatshirt aren’t great for Shibari, Bellie.”
“For what?” I ask. Maybe my ears are playing tricks on me.
“Shibari… in the simplest form, it’s artistic knots used for bondage, but it’s truly about so much more… trust, vulnerability, control… There’s a lot to it. But it’s always done with the bunny’s safety in mind.”
“Bunny?” I don’t want to go down another rabbit hole of nicknames, but I hate being on the outside.
“Yeah, rope bunny, but some people prefer rope model or rope slut, and the person doing the tying is the rigger.”
Slut? That’s not getting any better, especially since it makes Belle smile. “Bunny is good.”
“Where were we?” Kace scans his ropes then Belle. “Oh yeah, your clothes could get bound up or pinch.”
That didn’t stop him at Krampusnacht.
“I’m good with naked.”
Of course she is. And of course I am. I want her to be happy. I committed to sharing her if that’s what– Fuck!
She slides her pants down. Her red cotton panties match my Santa suit. And then they’re gone too. I can’t breathe.
Kace caresses her leg and studies her with admiration. She extends her arms overhead. “Anyone want to strip the bunny?”
I snap to and pull her shirt over her head. Our eyes lock. There’s something new in them. Not really a surprise since this situation is more intimate than at the auction. We’re not fulfilling an obligation. We’re committed.
Taking a moment to memorize every curve of her body, my gaze drifts downward.
She’s so perfect. So willing. So mine… ours.
That’s going to be hard to get used to. My stomach knots.
There’s a burning in my chest. Fuck! I don’t want to ruin this by being jealous that she gave Kace a nickname and not me.
He stands beside us and takes her arm. “We'll start with some basic knots and designs, make sure we’re all comfortable before deciding if we add sex or do that separately.”
“Just a minute.” She takes her arm from Kace.
“What’s up?” He looks between us. There’s no escaping that they can both tell I have something on my mind.
“I’m not completely unwrapped yet.”
Kace beats me to reaching behind her for her bra hook.
Her gaze pierces me, although she’s speaking to him. “Wait, let him do it… Daddy.”
My eyes fall shut. I don’t know if I can take this.
Her fingers brush over mine. “I want Santa Daddy to do it.”
My heart and cock thump so hard at the same time, I almost fall over. My ears better have heard that right. I open my eyes. She’s smiling timidly.
“Is that weird? I want to call you Daddy, too, but…”
I cup my hands around her head and pull her in for a kiss. She’s so sweet. Always sensing everyone’s needs. I can’t believe this is happening. I also can’t hold back the flood of desire I’ve been consumed by ever since claiming her at the auction.
My hands find their way to her bra while our lips stay locked.
“That’s fucking hot,” Kace says, waiting patiently while we slowly separate and I remove her bra.
“Yeah, she is.” I take in the full physical beauty of my stepsister as she extends an arm to Kace.
There’s a new intimacy between us as Kace hands me the rope and walks me through a criss- cross pattern on her arm.
We undo that one, bend her arms at the elbows and he talks me through checking in with her to make sure she remains comfortable while we bind her hands to her shoulders. He shows me how to check the tension then takes a moment to admire both arms.
“How does that feel?” he asks, caressing her arm over the rope pattern on his side.
“I like it.”
I follow his lead, shocked by how much I like tying her up. “Is this side okay?”
“I love it.”
Nope! I dismiss the pride I feel that she said she likes his but loves mine. We’re in this together.
“What do my daddies have in store next?”
This is the side of her I resisted for so long. The temptress, hiding beneath the sweet facade. I don’t have to resist anymore.
A sense of freedom washes over me. True freedom. No more holding back. No worries that someone is going to steal her away. I can finally give her what I’ve wanted to all along… myself.
“If it gets uncomfortable or bloodflow feels restricted at any time, it’s your job to tell me… tell us.”
“I will.”
“We’re going to help you to the floor now.” Kace steadies her by the waist.
I get behind her and put my hands just above his. The sight of both of our hands on her is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, which is saying a lot after my view of her at the auction.
We help her to a kneeling position and go through some basic knots, twists, and crossovers, including how to do a quick release.
Kace runs a rope under her arms from behind and hands me one end.
Together, we create a diamond pattern down her torso.
The final stretch of rope goes around her hips, between her legs, and comes back up, tying it off on either side of her waist.
“I had no idea you could be even more beautiful, Belle.” I can’t take my eyes off of her. “I didn’t get it at first, Kace, but you’re right. This is artwork.”
“We’re not in a museum.” Bellamie’s odd statement and chuckle draw my attention. “You’re allowed to touch the artwork.”
Working my hands down her body, I pause on her belly then slip my fingers between her legs. She’s drenched and shivers when I massage her clit.
Remembering to check in, I ask, “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes.” Her sweet answer comes out as a whimper and her thighs tighten around my hand.
“With sex?” Kace trails his hand down her back.
She nods.
“Do you want us to release your arms?”
“No.” She waves her elbows back and forth a few inches.
“It’s like you have angel wings,” I say.
Kace winks at me. “But we both know she’s no angel.”
I laugh, relieved that this is working. I play along. “Her halo may be tilted just a little.”
“Can you two quit being so cute and… could we… you know…”
Kace shrugs. “I don’t know, Loren, do you?”
“No idea. Let’s see. We’re sitting in front of the Christmas tree.” I rub my thumb and forefinger on my jaw. “I got it. Could we sing Christmas carols?”
“Nope. But if you’re going to be my Santa Daddy, you should put your hat on.”
“Done.” I rush away and return in nothing but a Santa hat.
Bellamie’s gaze drops to my erection. “Something’s begging for a bow and maybe a jingle bell.”
“Absolutely not.” I remove my hat and put it on my cock. “Nobody’s tying anything around that.”
“Fine, but I like the hat better on your head so it doesn’t block my view.”
Our eyes lock as I return the hat to where it belongs.
So many unspoken words are exchanged, reminding me how unbelievable this moment is.
I’ve loved Bellamie in so many ways over the years.
But in the last couple when I realized my love for her had turned into something much bigger, I repressed it.
All of her teases and attempts to get through to me went unanswered, yet she believed.
I’m going to do everything in my power to make the rest of her life as amazing as she is. I will make this work. After all, I’m her Santa Daddy now.
She turns her attention to Kace. “Well, Krampus Daddy, do you have any guesses of what we could do?”
“The horns are part of my mask, so I’m thinking you don’t want me to put that on.”
She scrunches her nose.
“And you’re already tied up, so I don’t need my belt with ropes. But there is something we could do…”
“What’s that?” she asks.
Kace steps behind her and carefully picks her up. She looks a little worried so I reach out to steady her from the front while he moves to the couch, sitting her on his lap, then turning her to face him, straddling his legs.
“Can you comfortably rest an elbow over here?” He leans to the side and indicates a place next to his head.
She does it and helps support her upper body. She says, “All good.”
I should have figured his idea would be to have sex with her. It surprises me that jealousy doesn’t consume me. But I remind myself not to leave the plan to him next time.
“I don’t want to keep her in this position long, but why don’t you take her from behind, Loren.”
What? I pull myself together. “Yeah.”
We have to do a little maneuvering, but I slide my fingers under the ropes and hold her hips while he keeps her steady.
“You okay with this, Belle?”
“Okay with being the meat in a Daddy sandwich? Yeah.” Her lips drop onto Kace’s and I slide into her.
Her tight pussy takes my cock, but I go slowly, giving her time to adjust. The emotional rollercoaster of a day has me riding to the highest peak of my life. But I don’t have to worry about what's next. I fell for my stepsister a long time ago.
Watching the two of them kiss while she’s bound, completely surrendering to us, I’ve never felt more like I’m following the right plan.
Picking up my pace, I won’t keep Belle in this position long. Her moans and the tightening of her pussy are about to give me the fastest release of my life.
I study the twist and crossings of the rope on her back. It’s intertwined just like us.
Her hips buck suddenly, putting extra pressure on my cock. I wasn’t ready. My fingers dig into her hips while I struggle to hold on.
Something wet slides against my inner thigh. Kace’s cock. Fuck! I can’t take this.
Her body convulses and she tightens around me repeatedly as I lose control.
She milks my cock as our orgasms feed one another. Our combined release drips down my thighs before Kace groans and his eyes fall shut. A shot of warmth sprays underneath me.
We’ve done it. We’ve made this work.