Chapter 55
WES
My present under the Christmas tree this year was Nova, nude and gagged.
Drool spilled from her mouth down her chin. The ball gag was red in honor of Christmas, matching the similarly festive red ribbon I’d loosely tied around her wrists.
She looked up at me from where she knelt. My eyes snagged on the pink scar on her shoulder for the briefest moment before focusing entirely on her hooded, subby gaze.
“You’re so fucking cute, it’s hard to hurt you,” I said. “And yet, I will do what must be done.”
She made some kind of noise into her gag that made my cock hard. Everything about Nova made me hard, which was quite the inconvenience when we weren’t alone and I had to behave myself.
“Let’s review this week’s infractions,” I said sternly, stroking her hair.
I loved dominating Nova, but underneath the role was so much gooey softness, it was humiliating. She had no idea how easy it would be for her to get everything she wanted from me at all times.
But that wasn’t the game we liked to play. So, Nova chose to be my obedient good girl instead.
“First, when I asked you how many times you’d taken a break from work to do something just for fun, you paused for an impressively long time and then lied.”
She had the gall to let humor bleed into her gaze.
I knelt in front of her and yanked her hair back. “Do you find something funny, baby?”
She made an incomprehensible utterance into the ball gag that I interpreted as you.
“Correct. I am hilarious. And you are bad.”
Her eyes rounded and drained of humor, almost making me feel bad. “Good girls take care of themselves, Nova. But know if you struggle one week because you’re busy with your world domination schemes, I’ll always be here to pick up the slack.”
She relaxed.
“But first, you must atone.” I let go of her hair.
I interpreted her next muffled nonsense as, but it’s Christmas!
I had to turn away from her so she couldn’t see me grin and quietly laugh to myself. I grabbed a paddle from my impressive spread of toys and implements strewn on the couch.
“Exactly, baby,” I said. I pointed to the Christmas trees I’d carved into my handmade wooden paddle. “One of your many gifts.”
She waited patiently, and I relished every second of her anticipation.
“Ass in the air, hands spread out in front of you toward the tree, as if you’re in prayer,” I commanded.
She turned and obeyed.
“If you feel called to pray, pray to me.”
She arched her back, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy and perky ass. I suppressed a groan, my eyes nearly rolling back into my skull.
God, she had no idea the effect she had on me.
“I know you said it hasn’t been bothering you, but if your shoulder hurts at any point, you’re going to let me know immediately with three taps from your foot.”
She made a little gagged noise so cute, it made me aggressive. With a wide palm, I smacked her ass and then gripped her flesh as she whimpered.
I slipped a finger inside her. “If you’re already this wet, I fear you’re going to make a mess on my carpet. And then what will I have to do with you?”
I interpreted her next noises as fuck me, but that could’ve been wishful thinking as my cock strained in my jeans.
By the time I was finished paddling her, her ass was bright red, and her whimpers had quieted completely.
I gently lifted her back up to her knees to face me. Her eyes were even more hooded than before. She was blissfully spaced out, and it was a beautiful sight.
I untied her wrists and removed her gag. She wet her lips and let out a small breath of relief.
“How’s your jaw?” I asked as I unzipped my jeans.
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Good,” she lied.
To punish her, I buried myself deep inside her throat, giving her exactly what she wanted. I never said my logic always made sense. That was the perk of being the one who decided the rules.
“I love using this perfect mouth,” I groaned.
I gently rocked in and out as I gripped her hair.
“You take me so well. Breathe. There you go. You can take more.” She gagged, and my cock twitched as I hit the back of her throat.
“I’m not going to touch you again until you take all of me and hold it for three seconds, understood? ”
She nodded with my cock in her mouth.
“Good fucking girl,” I growled.
I pumped in and out, letting her acclimate as I coached her to take more and more. She’d always been the perfect teacher’s pet. “Next year, I want to come downstairs to find you in a cage under the Christmas tree.”
I slipped out of her. She panted, looking up at me with a mix of excitement and fear—my favorite combination.
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
I took her again, rougher this time. I continued to praise her, to tell her she was perfect as she gagged on me. “There you go, sweetheart.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she fought the urge to come back up for air. At the three second mark, my cock filling her throat to the hilt, I finally released her.
I pushed her down on her back and reached for a dildo from the spread of toys. As soon as I pressed the crown in, Nova gasped, her eyes rolling back from pleasure.
“What do we say?”
“Thank you, Wes.”
Her voice shook as I violently fucked her with the toy until she was screaming, begging to come.
“Nope. Did you already forget you’re being punished? Silly girl.” I pulled the dildo back out of her as she cried out in protest.
I laughed.
“The next three infractions involved excessive and unwarranted brattiness.”
“Define excessive, please,” Nova said, gasping for air. “And also unwarranted.”
I suppressed another laugh. I slapped her inner thigh. She yelped.
“Additionally, I am growing weary of the excuse I was shot with a gun. And I frankly don’t see how that’s relevant to a skipped meal or lack of adequate water intake.”
She smirked. “You’re sooo obsessed with me.”
When I reached for a cane, Nova shut up immediately, her eyes flashing genuine fear. “I’m sorry,” she blurted.
I chuckled. “A little too late for that.” I knelt beside her. “Would you prefer to be caned on your thighs or feet?”
Her mouth fell open. “My feet?” she gasped. “What in the Medieval torture?”
“Is that your final answer?”
“No!” she squealed as I grabbed one of her feet. “That was a question, not an answer. I choose thighs.”
My sadist urge was to cane her feet anyway, but it was Christmas, so I went easy on her.
By the end, Nova had stopped squirming, and brat was no longer in her vocabulary. At least for the next hour or so.
“Look at these pretty red lines,” I cooed, stroking her thighs.
She let out a shaky breath from the sting, staring up at me with those entrancing, docile eyes of hers.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I instructed.
I hovered over her, briefly kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts, all the way down to the apex of her thighs.
“I can’t get enough of you, Nova,” I whispered, my mouth inches from her addictive pussy. “I will never be able to get enough.”
I devoured her, drinking up every moan and tremble of her legs. I sucked her clit, explored every inch of her with my tongue as she melted into the carpet beneath her.
“Come, baby,” I said. “Now.”
It only took ten more seconds of sucking on her sensitive flesh, creating a pulsing sensation, for her to unravel completely. She made such beautiful sounds when she came on my tongue. It made it hard to stop, even when her hips bucked and she protested the sudden intensity.
“Be a good girl and take what I give you with gratitude.”
I made her come again before I finally relented, scooping her into my arms and brushing my lips against her dewy forehead.
She was adorably limp in my arms, still coming back down from her multiple orgasms. Which made it easy to slide her down onto my cock as I sat with her in the leather chair by the couch.
I thrust inside her as I gripped her hips, and she melted against me.
Over Nova’s shoulder was the Christmas tree we’d built together after seeing the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. We’d spent that day hitting every overpriced, crowded Christmas market. By the time we were finished decorating and making Christmas cookies, Nova had been on the verge of tears.
She’d said, “This was exactly how I imagined Christmas in New York growing up. I can’t wait to wake up next to you Christmas morning.” She paused, shrugging as if to distract from her vulnerability. “Instead of crying myself to sleep and feeling like the only person in the world without a family.”
I held her tighter, peppering her face with kisses until she giggled.
My smile was immediate. “You have no idea how good you feel,” I growled, pumping slow and deep. “I could spend an eternity in this pussy.”
Her eyes rounded, her lips slightly curving. “That’s so romantic.”
I gripped her throat, my thrusts wilder until I heard that beautiful cry pour from her lips. “I’m going to romantically fill you with my cum, tie you back up with ribbon, and then watch Christmas movies while I play with you all day long.”
Her eyes stayed wide, excitement and adoration filling them as she bounced on my cock. A beautiful, soft smile graced her perfect pink lips.
“I love you so much,” she said.
I squeezed the side of her throat. Her eyes filled with pleasure, and her lips parted. My cock twitched, and I unloaded as deep inside her as I could get.
I let go of her, and she collapsed against me, both of us panting.
After ten minutes of cuddling and aftercare, Nova grew restless.
“Can I give you my gift now?” she asked.
I chuckled. “You may.”
I hoped she hadn’t spent any money on me like I expressly ordered. Nova didn’t ordinarily allow me to spoil her the way I wanted, so I’d used the excuse of Christmas to my full advantage.
She wanted to make it on her own, and I respected that about her—even if I secretly couldn’t wait for her to move in with me and leave her rundown, roach-infested apartment building behind.
I brought her a towel and helped her clean up, reveling in the primally satisfying way my cum had marked her as mine. As if the bruises and cane marks weren’t evidence enough. Next, I dressed her in her favorite t-shirt of mine.
Nova disappeared to get her gift, and I smiled at all the presents for her under the tree. Everything I'd seen her pick up or admire in bookstores or shops or markets, I’d gone back and purchased. She deserved all of it and more.
She brought me a small black box and envelope, suddenly appearing bashful.
“You know how hard I get when you blush,” I teased. “You’d better cut it out unless you want to open gifts with me inside you.” I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap again.
She seemed to entertain this possibility before forcing herself to refocus.
“Open the box first,” she said nervously. “And then the letter. Please.”
I did as instructed, and my heart squeezed. Inside the box was a simple black collar, nearly identical to the one I’d bought for her—the one she’d ripped off her neck in the Hudson Valley and discarded with disgust.
I let the memory fall away, grounding myself with the weight of her in my lap.
I hadn’t lost her. She was here, with me, where she always belonged.
“I found it thrifting, don’t worry. Um, it’s symbolic—to go with the letter,” she said. She bit her bottom lip.
When I opened the letter and scanned the first few lines, Nova squirmed, and my grin slowly faded.
She’d written me a love letter. In beautiful, lyrical language, she told me why she’d fallen in love with me and why she trusted me with her submission.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I read the final page. Only Nova could bring tears to my eyes twice in one month.
Just like you are here to remind me I have already been chosen, I will be here to remind you that you have already been redeemed.
I don’t love you in spite of your past; I love you because of it.
I know it’s because your heart is capable of so much feeling, so much love, that it couldn’t withstand the pain and grief you faced so early in life without seeking relief.
You found a way to survive, and for that, I am endlessly grateful.
Because it led you to me—our fates that so easily intertwined, our hearts that so easily understood one another from the start.
I’ve never met anyone like you. Through you, I saw the woman I could be on the other side of my shame and fear.
You freed me, and that is why I trust you with my mind, my body, my soul.
I know you will take care of me the same way you take care of everyone else in your life, with thoughtfulness and gentleness you have never once sought recognition for.
You’re my favorite person. And I can’t imagine a life without you or a world in which I am not yours.
Love,
Nova
I stared at the letter for another thirty seconds, eyes blurry, stunned.
“Please say something,” Nova suddenly said, abusing her bottom lip.
Instead, I grabbed her face and kissed her, exploring her mouth as if I could find the answer to how someone so perfect existed, and how that someone was mine.
But she’d explained exactly how in her letter, and those beautiful words had humbled me, torn my heart into a million pieces, and then rebuilt it again.
When I pulled back, we were breathless. Nova stared deep into my soul, the soul I never thought I could show to anyone in its totality. She saw all of it, even the darkest parts, and she loved it all.
“I don’t have words,” I said softly. “Not like you do. Fuck, Nova, thank you. That’s all I can say.
Thank you for being exactly who you are.
Thank you for your trust, especially after everything that’s happened.
You’re my favorite person. I think I knew you would be from the moment we first met, somewhere deep inside.
My soul recognized yours, and I’ve been falling ever since. ”
“You lied,” she whispered, placing a hand on my chest. “You do have words. And I love all of them.”
I smiled. “I think it’s time for another round of torture.”
Her smile fell.
“It’s your turn to open gifts.”
Nova tried not to cringe. I knew how uncomfortable me spoiling her made her, but she’d get used to it.
“Yes, I know, your terrible boyfriend wants to buy you things and watch you blush. You have a very hard life.” I lifted the collar. “And if it makes you feel any better, just remember, you don’t have a choice.”
Her smile was back the moment the leather strap closed around her throat.