Chapter 15 #2
Fuck. Warmth seeped into my hand from her cunt, and I groaned at the feel of her toy seated in her panties.
Her fingers bunched into my coat, tugging me closer even as she ground her hips into my hand. “You’re cruel.”
“Oh, Santa, is just getting started with you. And you’re loving every second of this, little miss exhibitionist. Plus, you are absolutely gorgeous when you’re jealous.
” I thumbed the ring again, higher this time, and she whimpered, knees threatening to give.
My arm slid around her waist, catching her before she crumpled, holding her flush against me.
“Need to safeword,” I breathed against the shell of her ear.
She shook her head, teeth digging into her bottom lip. A breath hitched in her throat, followed by a sharp exhale through parted lips.
“My rules are in place. No coming without my permission.” I sent another flick of the ring, another shock that had her trembling against me. Her muffled moan was all the confirmation I needed.
I pulled back enough to meet her eyes, my grin wicked beneath the beard. Her chest rose faster with every passing second. Reaching down, I casually brushed my thumb along her knee.
“Blade, turn it off. I’m going to come.” Her hips arched, voice frantic. There was an edge of a challenge buried beneath the plea.
I chuckled low, recognizing the tremble in her tone, the one she used when she wanted me to override her desperation. And now, to test that theory.
“Pretty sure that’s not your safe word. Unless you’ve rewritten things and forgotten to tell me, which I would say is pretty rash.”
“I’m serious,” she begged. “Fuck, I can’t stop.”
“Can’t or won’t? There is a difference here, and you know my rules. This isn’t a first for you. Repeat them for me, please.”
“Whenever we play, all pre-established rules are in place. Listen and obey. No coming without permission,” she whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I lowered it again to give her room to breathe and a minute to collect herself. The second her hips bucked into my hand once more, I took her through the levels again. We did this little dance several more times, and her desperation grew.
“I love it,” she moaned. “So close, I’m right fucking there, Blade. You should stop. Mmmm, please. Can I come?” she asked.
“No, you may not. When you come, it’s going to be when I’m buried deep in this pussy. And we can’t do that until much later.”
“I can’t fight it, please?” she begged.
The needy sound went straight to my cock. A sob escaped from her plump lips, and tears filled her eyes as I shook my head.
“Blade, I need it,” she panted.
“You look fucking stunning like this. Your hips can’t stay still, can they? It’s like this tight cunt has a mind of her own huh? Such a dirty little whore fucking my hand.”
Her body trembled against mine, soft whimpers muffled against my coat. I’d been flicking the dial higher, savoring every desperate little sound, when suddenly her fist bunched in the front of my jacket. Her lips parted, breath shaky, and her lashes fluttered closed.
“Don’t you do it, whore,” I growled, part of me praying she would so I could then torment her by making her come over and over and over. Which was standard punishment for coming without permission.
Fuck for me, her coming was foreplay. I wasn’t happy unless I could make her body so weak and spent that she forgot how many times she’d come. One notch higher and I could get her there.
Without warning, the word slipped out in a rush. “Zheltyy.” Yellow.
The effect on me was instant. The toy stilled with a swipe of my thumb, and my hands moved away. A low surge of pride hit me harder than lust ever could.
I eased her out of the edge of overstimulation, and cupped her face in both hands, brushing my thumbs over the flush on her cheeks. Her lashes fluttered once more, her lips parted, still trembling but steadying beneath my touch.
“There you go, little love,” I murmured, voice low, steady. “That’s exactly how you’re supposed to use it. You did perfect.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, uncertain at first, then softening as the words sank in. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight against me, letting her feel my steady heartbeat beneath the padded red suit.
“I’m so damn proud of you.” I dropped a kiss on the crown of her head, lingering there. “You’re getting so much better at it.”
It was true. We’d been working with her on using it more and more. A little sigh escaped her, tension bleeding out of her shoulders. She practically glowed under my praise, her hands curling into my coat like she wanted to hold on to every bit of it.
“That’s my good girl,” I whispered, rocking her.
Her body melted against me, and for a rare moment I forgot about the chaos outside the tent. All that mattered was her. She glowed for me, and I wanted to keep her here in this bubble forever.
“That’s my girl,” I whispered again, brushing my lips over her hair. “Are you having fun, little love?”
“I am, truly. We’re making so many new memories. Thank you. And I think there is no need to vote. I’d be happy to do this with you every year.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes, Sir. Maybe next year I can get an innie and an outie toy.”
For a second, my brain flatlined. Christ, only she could say something like that in the middle of a charity event with a straight face. The image hit me like a freight train. Her, flushed and wicked, pushing every one of my buttons.
A low, strangled sound escaped me before I could stop it.
“You’re out of your damn mind,” I muttered, grabbing her by the back of the neck and crushing my mouth to hers.
The kiss was meant to shut her up. A quick reminder of who she was playing with—but the second she melted against me, it all went to hell.
Her taste hit my tongue, sweet and wild, and I didn’t want to stop. The world around us blurred; the crowd, the noise, everything faded until there was only her. My control slipped another inch when she whimpered into my mouth, the sound threading heat straight through my veins.
When I finally tore myself away, my breathing was a mess and she looked like sin dressed up in Christmas cheer. Of course, fate—or more accurately, my mother—had other ideas.
“Santa and Mrs. Claus! Breaks over.” Her voice boomed from outside the tent, half-exasperated, half-triumphant. “Our elves are about to mutiny, and I could use some reinforcements.”
Kinsley stiffened in my arms. She buried her face in my chest with a muffled groan. I couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled out of me.
I pressed one last kiss to her temple, then tilted her chin up so I could see those gorgeous, glowing eyes. “Guess we’ve been summoned.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, playful and bratty all over again. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”
“Damn right I am.” I brushed my thumb over her swollen lower lip, smirking. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly kissed—and I’m the only one who knows why.”
Her blush deepened as the tent flap whipped open and my mother stuck her head inside. She took one look at Kinsley’s flushed face, then at me, and clucked her tongue.
“I don’t even want to know,” she muttered. “But you two best pull yourselves together. There’s a line of children waiting, and then you two are hosting the pizza party with story time.”
Kinsley groaned again, this time louder, and I laughed, tugging her hand into mine before leading her back out into the chaos of this event.
Throughout the course of the day, I took her to the edge and let her dangle before pulling her back. Over and Over. Through ice skating, through lunch, and even through the gingerbread build off competition in which we came in dead last. Thanks to me.
Each climb and subsequent descent had her brattiness rising to the top. Keeping her so tightly wound had her as sharp as my blade, and I loved every single second of it.
She was walking a fine line.