Chapter 11 – Cristiano #2
Nicky lay there stunned, breathing hard. “I thought I did!”
Grabbing her waist, I sat back on my heels and drug her body over my lap. She put up a fight. Her struggles were no match for my strength. I rubbed my palm over her ass, torn between peeling off the jeans and giving her a spanking.
“You’ve been a bad girl this year,” I growled.
“I have not!”
The jeans could wait. I delivered a stinging swat against the gorgeous curve of flesh.
Nicky let out a howl. Her body stiffened.
“I think…” I rubbed her smarting cheek. “That you like being bad.”
“I do not—” She cried out again as I spanked her other cheek.
I paused only long enough to massage the area before delivering quick, precise spankings to both sides of her ass. Her body twisted against my lap. It was pure torment, right on my aching dick.
Flipping her onto her back, I pinned her legs to the ground. “You have icing on your shirt,” I mused, gripping the hem. “Where else might you have some? Hmm?”
I tugged the tee off her body.
“Not there,” she fumed.
My hungry gaze swept over her bare skin. She was right. Her lacy, icy blue bra was free of sugar.
“I’d better check.” I snapped the straps and reached to unhook the back. Her breasts tumbled free, nipples hard and tight against the air. “Pity, it looks like you’re clean…but we can change that.”
I held up the piping bag.
“No!” But her eyes screamed something else. “Don’t you dare!”
I slid my hand over her torso, cupped her breast, and gave it a rough squeeze. “What if I fucked these?”
Nicky gasped.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel.” I moved to squeeze the other, holding the piping bag over her in a silent threat. “You’d get so fucking wet seeing my dick slide between these frosted mounds.”
She struggled hard, straining and pushing against me with all her might. I unzipped my pants, ready to lean over her and deliver on the dark promise.
So invested in the wicked delight, I didn’t see her fingers wrap around the bag of bows until it was too late. She launched them at me. I ducked, even though I knew they were harmless. It was an instinctual reaction.
Nicky seized the moment to scramble away, tearing through the living room. I launched to my feet, diving for her legs. She stumbled, kicked out of my hold, and managed to tumble into the dining room before I caught her.
Plunged in shadows, where the jolly lights of the tree couldn’t reach us, I snatched my prey.
My fingers snared her wrist, jerking her back.
Her body came flush with mine. I wrapped my arms around her.
My palm cupped her ass, and I squeezed the delicious flesh hard.
Nicky let out a short squeak as my erection pressed into the soft plane of her belly.
Wrapping my hands in her hair, I tugged her head back. Exposed her throat. I licked the length of her pulse, marking and claiming her frantic heartbeat.
“When are you going to stop running?” I growled. “I’m faster and stronger. And I will always catch you, my beautiful angel.”
Nicky pushed against me. “Never! Angels don’t bow to monsters.”
Truer words had never been spoken.
But I wouldn’t be a good predator if I admitted to my prey that she was right.
I flicked the button of her jeans, ripped the zipper open, and tugged the jeans off her struggling form. She nearly escaped me again.
We tumbled to the floor in a writhing tangle of limbs. I managed to yank the jeans free of her ankles, wrapping my arm around her waist to hold her as I flicked each fluffy sock from her feet.
That pale blue strip between her legs…cazzo! It was too pretty, but it needed to go. I snapped it, tearing the material from her.
The moment she was bare, I slapped her ass.
Nicky shouted in protest. There wasn’t enough light from the tapered candles high on the table’s center to see the beautiful red marks I was leaving on her ass.
“You take your punishment so well,” I mused. “I think you like it.”
“Do not!” she yelped.
I slid my fingers between her ass and plunged them into her tight, hot pussy. She was soaked.
“Liar,” I growled against her ear.
Nicky whimpered. I pumped my fingers in and out of her entrance, thrusting hard for a few more strokes. When her legs parted of their own accord, when her hips tipped up to open for me, I removed my hand. Her sob was the most delicious protest.
“Ssshhh, angel, I’ve got something better to gift you.” While not ideal, I switched the piping bag between my hands and rubbed the tip against her swollen clit.
She stiffened instantly.
I grinned with fiendish delight.
“What are you doing?” Her voice shook. “Are you…frosting my pussy?”
While the idea of lathering her soft cunt with the frothy icing sent my dick shooting painfully hard, I knew better than to put sugar down there.
“Relax,” I murmured. “It’s not open.” Yet.
Nicky’s hard breathing turned into a sharp gasp when I plunged the tub into her pussy. Not only was it an odd shape, but it was barely stiff enough to give her what she needed. I teased her for a few strokes, pushing barely a few inches in and out.
It might not be ideal, but it was still hot and dirty to fuck her pretty, wet pussy with the icing bag.
Pulling the frosting away, I flipped Nicky onto her back and straddled her waist. The time for running and chasing was done. She bucked and wriggled under me. Her body arched and rubbed against my dick in the most sensual, distracting way.
I brought the piping bag to my lips, sucking the tip and tasting her on the plastic.
Nicky stilled, transfixed at the sight.
With a smirk, I sank my teeth into the tip, ripped the end off, and was immediately assaulted by the sickly burst of sugar. I unbuttoned my cargo pants, and since the zipper was already down, unleashed my throbbing dick. He sprang free in an angry burst.
“Do I need to tie your hands?” I threatened. “Or are you going to be a good girl now, and hold your pretty tits together?”
Narrowing her eyes, Nicky debated fighting me. I almost wished she would, giving me a reason to use the zip ties in my back pocket.
Under protest, she reached her hands to her breasts, pushing them tight.
I groaned at the sight. I squeezed the bag of icing, taking part in the holiday tradition of frosting sweets by decorating first one, then the second nipple.
Nicky’s breath hitched as the icing melted down her creamy skin.
I added a healthy dollop between the mounds, discarded the bag, and leaned forward to line my dick between her breasts.
The first thrust was heavenly.
“Dio mio, angel,” I panted, sliding between her breasts. “Decorating you is my new favorite tradition.”
Nicky arched a brow. “Are we making this an annual thing?”
To hell if I was waiting for next winter to do this again. But I answered her question. “You’ll never be alone for Christmas. You’re mine now.”
Those words were pure magic. Behind me, her legs rubbed together as her breath hitched, and she choked down a sob.
“Sshhh, none of that, sweet angel.” I brushed the pad of my thumb across her cheek.
“I’m not crying!”
She wasn’t. But emotion packed her voice.
“You’re mine, Nicky,” I said simply. “I’m not letting you go.”
She nodded, biting her lip to keep it from wobbling. I pumped against her a few more times before rising up. I was done playing. I needed to be inside her—now. This minute! The time for primal games was over, and I craved the deeper connection that could only be found when we came together.
“Lick it nice and clean, angel,” I commanded, my voice the texture of iron. “We can’t have any sugar hurting your pussy.”
Her hot, wet tongue slid along my length. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I clenched my teeth hard, barely holding back my release, as she swirled her tongue over the tip. The moment every trace of icing was gone, I yanked my cock from her lips.
“That’s enough,” I growled.
Nicky’s bottom lip stuck out, and I added pouting to the list of sins that permanently put her on the naughty list. It was fucking intoxicating. So damn sexy. It made me hope she never repented and made the other list.
Forever my naughty little angel.
Moving back, I spread her legs.
“Wait.”
I paused, staring down at her.
Nicky tugged at my shirt. “Take it off…please.”
It was the please that had me tearing the long-sleeve thermal over my head. I jerked when my field of vision cleared, because in that split second, she’d twisted and grabbed the piping bag.
“You said this was your tradition,” Nicky coaxed. “Can’t we make it ours?”
As she spoke, she curled her body up to bring the tip against the hard sheet of my stomach.
“Ours,” I tasted the word. “I like that.”
Nicky ran a line of frosting up my center, then crossed it to outline every ab. But she wasn’t done until she reached up to draw a small shape over my left peck. A heart, right over the spot where mine beat for her.
“There.” She lay back, examining her handiwork. “Perfect.”
With a growl, I surged forward. “Enough decorating. It’s time for my angel to take her monster’s dick.”
Nicky’s hollow cry was triumphant to my ears. I rubbed her exposed pussy while pushing my pants farther down my thighs. I pinched and stroked until she was a hot, whimpering mess.
Then my last thread of restraint snapped, and I shoved deep inside her wet heat. Her cry of pleasure melded with my own groan. I didn’t hold back, fulfilling my promise from the other night to fuck her hard in repayment for that trap she’d set for me.
Her fingers scrambled over my body, and I leaned down. The sweet bite of pain exploded across my back as her nails scored my spine. I drove into her over and over.
“You’re so ready for me,” I rasped, biting the skin where her neck curved into her jaw. “I can feel how badly you need to come.”
Nicky mewled. Beneath me, her body shuddered. The icing was melted, making our bodies slick as we clashed with each thrust. The scent of sugar filled the air, but it wasn’t strong enough to conceal her need.
“I’m going fill you up.” I snapped my hips. “Open those pretty legs wide, and get ready to take your present, angel.”
Ever the disobedient girl, Nicky wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles at the small of my back. This allowed me to sink deeper, push into her at a dangerous new angle.
“So naughty,” I growled. “Maybe you don’t deserve a present this year.”
“Tino! Please,” she whimpered, sinking her nails into my muscles. “Please, let me come.”
Hearing my nickname, the one only she used for me, was hypnotic. We might be playing with masks, but there was a knowledge that transcended reality. We knew one another as only two people meant for each other could.
“Vaffá, angel!” Who was I to resist her plea? “You’re so pretty when you beg.”
Nicky bit my shoulder, breathing hard. “Please, Tino, I need it.”
“Look at you, sobbing for your thief’s cock,” I grunted. “Alright, angel. I’ll give you your present.”
I shifted and slid a hand between us. I barely touched her clit before she exploded with a scream.
Her pussy convulsed, cinching on my dick, and tearing my own release from me.
The hot ropes of seed shot straight from my balls, filling and stuffing her.
I let out a strangled groan, barely having the strength to continue pumping into her.
When she milked every last drop, I sagged onto her.
Spent.
Finished.
And promising with every fiber of my being that she belonged to me.
If she believed, or even understood the unspoken vow, I couldn’t tell. But there was plenty of time to show her just how desperately I belonged to her. From one Christmas Eve to the next, and the decades after that.