CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX #2
I put my arms around his neck as I partially climbed into his lap.
I put one knee beside him on the bed while keeping my other foot on the floor.
I leaned into him, my core bumping up against his ripped abs.
I moved my hand inside his boxers and pulled out his long, thick, cock.
I gave it a hard squeeze, making him hiss.
“Do you want me to use this,” I opened my mouth, put one of his fingers inside, and sucked it while watching him. “Or do you want this?” I rubbed my pussy up and down his hard length. “If I don’t satisfy you, Santa will be mad at me.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes, that’s what I plan to do,” I breathed.
“These tits. My lord, angel. They are just the best thing ever.” He cupped them through the corset, before pulling one free. He groaned and wrapped his lips around the nipple and sucked.
I arched my back and moved my hands to his head. “That feels so good.”
He moved to the other side and used his hands to pull out the other nipple. “I can’t have this one getting jealous.” He suckled hard, and I gasped with pleasure. I felt the pull all the way into my core.
When he popped off my nipple, his eyes were hooded, and a little dazed. “What if I want to tie my little elf up?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded. “I think Santa would be pleased with that.” I grasped his cock and squeezed, loving it as his head dropped back.
“Fuck, baby.”
“I have a confession,” I said. “I’m on Santa’s naughty list. He said the only way I can get off it is to make you very, very happy.”
“You want to be at my mercy, you naughty elf?” He stood up and pulled me up roughly. He reached for one of the beautiful red ribbons used to wrap my presents. He pulled my arms behind my back. “Hold your wrists together,” he ordered.
I did, and he bound them. Then he pulled me over to the elegant sofa in the sitting area of the room and pushed me against the arm. I clenched my thighs together, turned on by what he was doing.
“Look over there,” he said, in a low tone. He pulled the top of my elf costume down, fully exposing my tits. The cold air hit them and caused my nipples to tighten. He pinched them, and I gasped from the sensation.
I turned my head and realized I could see us in the full-length mirror across from the sofa. I sucked in a breath. We looked… so sexy. He was naked, his perfectly sculpted muscles on display as he strained to hold me tightly to him.
“What did you do to get on Santa’s naughty list, elf?” he whispered in my ear.
“I fucked some elves while Santa watched,” I said, watching us in the mirror, my eyes locked on his hands. They were cupping my naked breasts, my new necklaces shining and glimmering over his fingers.
“And why was that so naughty?” he asked, rubbing his naked cock against my ass.
“Because he wanted to fuck me himself.”
“And why did he send you to me?” he asked.
“Because he said you’d been very good. And that you’d fuck me very hard. That you’d teach me a lesson.”
“He’s right,” Reynolds said, then bent me over the sofa. I was at his mercy. His hard body was holding me against the sofa and my hands were tied. He flipped my skirt up, revealing my thong-clad ass. He smacked first one cheek then the other while I yelped and squirmed. Then he did it again.
“Oh,” I moaned, feeling an embarrassing amount of wetness between my legs.
As if reading my mind, he pulled the thong off, sliding it over my burning ass cheeks, down my thighs and over my stilettos. He threw them over his shoulder. His hands moved back up my legs and pushed my thighs apart. Then he dragged a finger through my folds.
“Oh, my naughty little elf,” he chuckled. “You want this cock in your pussy bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed out and shook my ass a little for him.
“You’re a slutty little elf, aren’t you? Beg for my dick,” he demanded, and slapped my ass again.
“Ah,” I shrieked. “Please! Please fuck me.”
“You’d like that, huh?” He said darkly. He slid his cock back and forth through my folds, getting it covered in the evidence of how much I wanted him.
“Yes,” I begged, my legs shaking I was so turned on.
“Now you’re going to watch as I fuck you.” Our eyes met in the mirror. I was panting.
Then he dropped to his knees. I watched in the mirror, lips parted, as his tongue licked the length of me.
“Oh my God,” I cried.
Then his eyes met mine in the mirror as he ate me, his tongue lapping at me. He circled my clit before dropping down and kissing my folds, driving me crazy with need. I pushed my hips towards him, wanting to come so badly.
“You want to come don’t you, elf?”
“Yes! Yes, please,” I begged, trying to wiggle and relieve the ache as he licked and sucked all around where I need it most.
“I want to spend a nice long time eating this pussy, though. I don’t want to feel rushed.” He slowed his licks, still watching me in the mirror, his hands gripping my thighs and holding me wide open for him.
“My God,” I cried. “It’s… too much.”
He smiled and licked some more before entering me with his tongue, fucking me slowly while I pushed my ass back towards him, pulling at the bindings on my wrists. There was no give at all. He just continued to take his time, edging me, driving me crazy.
“Are you ready to come, pretty elf?”
“God, yes.” My breaths were sharp, like I was running a marathon.
He kept licking me. “The only reason I’m going to let you come is so I can watch this pretty cunt take my cock, honey.
” He pushed my legs apart a bit more, and I watched his muscular arms go taut as he maneuvered himself between my legs.
I felt his lips around my clit, and I started to moan in anticipation.
Finally, he suckled me.
I saw white lights as I came harder than I’d ever come before. I screamed, it felt so good. I cried his name out over and over as he continued to suck my clit. I wasn’t sure if I came more than once, or if I came continuously, but the pleasure seemed to last forever.
And then he stood up and thrust into me with no warning. I gasped as the force pushed the air from my lungs.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “This fucking pussy is mine.”
Then he grabbed my hips so hard I knew there’d be marks there later and rammed into me, fucking me harder than he ever had before.
“Watch,” he demanded. “Watch your cunt take my cock.”
I turned my head and stared at us in the mirror. Reynolds looked like a Greek god, his muscles shiny with sweat, as his hips moved rapidly between my legs.
“Come,” he demanded as one of his hands moved to my clit and pinched while his dick pounded into me over and over.
I did, crying out once more in total ecstasy.
“Nadine,” he yelled as he continued to pound into me. Then, he went still and yelled out his release as he threw his head back in passion, his muscles tight. Then he joined me, falling on top of me over the sofa arm, my arms trapped between us.
His minty breath tickled the back of my neck, as we both lay there, exhausted.
Finally, he stood up, pulled out of me, and walked away.
For a moment, I thought he was leaving me there. He reappeared shortly, though, with a warm washcloth. He cleaned me up gently before untying the ribbon from my hands. He kissed each of my wrists before lifting me into his arms, bride-style and carrying me over to the bed.
We lay there, holding each other for a while, letting our breathing slowly return to normal.
We looked at each other. I smiled at him, a little shocked by the intensity of what we’d just shared.
“Damn. You are one naughty little elf, Nadine.” He ran the top of his finger over my lower lip.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered.
“Merry Christmas, Nadine.”
***
Later, after a long, leisurely breakfast, we showered together. Even though we should have been exhausted after our epic morning sex, he fucked me again. It was slow this time. He pushed me up against the shower wall while I wrapped my legs around him as the steam and hot water ran over us.
Then we each got dressed and ready for the day. He wore the cashmere sweater I’d bought him. I had to pick which of the necklaces he’d bought me I would wear for the day. I settled on the diamond solitaire pendant since it was a special day.
When I had finished my hair and makeup, I found him sitting on the sofa. His head was turned, and he was staring out the window, deep in thought.
“Hey, you.” I plopped down beside him. “God. I almost feel like taking a nap before I go to Mama’s. You wore me out.” I knew he was about to leave. He’d told me he was spending the rest of the day with his parents.
He grinned, but something flashed in his eyes. “Wait.” He smiled, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was nervous. “I almost forgot the best presents.” He reached over and picked up two more wrapped gifts from Cartier off one of the side tables.
“What are you doing? This is too much,” I said.
“Open this one first.”
“You’re spoiling me,” I protested.
“You deserve it,” he said. “Open it.”
So, I did. The velvet box held a red enamel Cartier keychain. It already had keys on it. I frowned. “What are these?”
His eyebrows went up a little. “I know you can’t drive by yourself yet, Nadine, but I did think you’d recognize a keychain when you saw one…”
I laughed and gave him a playful shove. “Shut up, Reynolds. I know what it is, but I can’t imagine they’re for me since I only have my learner’s.”
“Come with me. But grab your purse first.”
“Okay,” I dragged out the word. What was going on?
We headed out together, holding hands while riding the elevator down to the parking garage underneath the building.
It was rare that we left the building together. It felt nice to be with him as the doors opened and we walked out.
The first thing I saw was a gorgeous red sports car with a bow on it. “Wow. That’s just like a car commercial. I wonder whose it is? I’d love to see their face when they get it.”