Chapter 12
EXTRA SPICY
CHRISTMAS DAY
Setting my phone on the nightstand, I notice a stack of sketches. I pick them up.
“You drew these?”
She keeps her eyes on the blankets. “Yeah. What do you think?”
Looking at the piece of paper, I see a red bird at a window staring at a Christmas tree. Another one shows a pair of eyes with the Eiffel Tower reflected inside them, and lastly, a house buried in snow but glowing warm from the windows.
“These are amazing,” I say quietly. “You are extremely talented.”
“Thanks. I was having a hard time recently but… I got inspired again.”
“Who is the inspiration?”
“When did I say it was a who?” she fires back without missing a beat.
Sliding under the blankets, I laugh. “It is always a who, Sutton.”
She rolls her eyes, but she is smiling.
She walks over to the bedframe and grabs the hooks on the side. “What is this?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes,” she whispers, stepping closer, curiosity lighting her face.
“It is my old bedframe. The one in my room is ten times better and would hold you down.”
“Show me,” she says.
My chest tightens.
“Follow me.”
I lead her to my bedroom upstairs, pressing my finger to unlock the door. I let her take in my room. Thank God I cleaned up everything I had for Keke besides the wine.
I slam the door shut with a finality that echoes the storm raging outside, but inside it is just us, Sutton’s breath heavy, her eyes wild with the same hunger burning in my chest. I back her toward the bed, our mouths locked in a desperate kiss, tongues battling for dominance.
Her hands clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer as I push her down onto the sheets, her body bouncing slightly before I climb on top, pinning her with my weight.
“Stay still,” I murmur against her lips, my voice low and commanding.
She nods, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hair fanned out like flames on the pillow.
I kiss her throat first, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then trail lower, nipping at her collarbone, licking the valley between her breasts.
My hands work the soft leather cuffs from the nightstand, fastening one around her left wrist with a click, hooking it to the metal loop embedded in the headboard.
She tests it, tugging once, a soft whine escaping her as I kiss down to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around the peaked bud while securing her other wrist the same way.
Her arms are spread wide now, restrained and exposed, but I am not done. I move lower, lips brushing her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel as I cuffed her left ankle, clipping it to the hook at the bed’s foot. She shivers, legs parting wider on instinct.
“Heaven,” she gasps, arching when I bit her inner thigh, marking the sensitive skin before hooking her right ankle. Spread-eagled and helpless, her pussy already glistening, folds swollen and begging.
“Fuck, you look perfect like this,” I breathe, standing back to admire her, body taut against the restraints, eyes pleading.
My own clit throbs, wet heat pooling between my legs.
I turn to the drawer, pulling out the strap-on, thick, curved silicone, ridged for extra friction, with a vibrating bullet at the base that would grind against me with every thrust. I step into the harness, buckling it tight, the toy jutting heavy and ready.
Grabbing a condom, I roll it down the length slowly, letting her watch, her hips straining uselessly against the cuffs.
I flick the switch, a low hum filling the air, vibrations buzzing against my clit instantly, making me bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“Ready for me to wreck you?” I climb back between her thighs, rubbing the tip through her slick folds, coating it in her arousal.
She is dripping, entrance clenching at nothing.
“Please,” she begs, voice breaking. “Fuck me hard.”
I thrust in without mercy, burying the full length in one brutal stroke.
She screams, back arching off the bed as far as the restraints allowed, pussy clamping down like a vice around the ridged toy.
The vibrations hit me hard, the base grinding against my clit with the force, sending electric pleasure shooting up my spine.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I growl, pulling back slow to let her feel every ridge drag out, then slamming in again, bottoming out.
“Shit, you had to use the biggest one.” she moans.
“This isn’t my biggest one,” I laugh while finding my rhythm fucking her pussy.
Her moans are filthy, high and desperate, body jerking against the hooks.
I set a punishing rhythm, deep, fast strokes that made the bedframe rattle, the toy stretching her wide, slick sounds obscene in the room.
Each thrust pushes the vibrator harder against me, my own clit throbbing, wetness soaking the harness.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as I pound her relentlessly.
“Sutton… fuck,” I pant, one hand bracing beside her head, the other pinching her nipple hard, rolling it between my fingers. She cries out into my mouth, walls fluttering around the strap. The vibrations are relentless, building me up fast, but I want her screaming first.
She strains against the cuffs, hips bucking up to meet my thrusts as much as she can. “Harder… please, Heaven, ruin me.” Her plea snaps something in me.
I hook one of her legs higher despite the restraint, changing the angle to hit her g-spot dead-on. She sobs, pussy gushing around the toy, ridges dragging over her walls with every brutal slam.
The bullet buzzes mercilessly against my clit, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. I lean lower, breasts brushing hers, and that’s when she does it, craning her neck up, latching onto my nipple with her teeth. The sharp bite sends a jolt straight to my core, pain mixing with ecstasy.
“Fuck… yes, bite harder,” I moan, hips snapping faster, the strap pounding deeper.
She obeys, teeth clamping down, tongue flicking the sensitive peak as she sucks hard. It is too much, the vibrations grinding relentlessly, her bite sending waves of heat through me, her pussy clenching like she wanted to trap me inside.
“Come for me,” I order, voice rough. “Now… fuck, Sutton, soak this dick.”
She shatters with a scream muffled against my breast, walls spasming wildly around the toy, squirting hot and messy over my thighs.
The sight and feel pushes me over, my clit pulsing against the vibrator, orgasm crashing through me in intense waves.
I grind deep, riding it out, our bodies trembling together.
Panting, I collapse onto her, the strap still buried inside as aftershocks rippled through us.
Finally, I ease out, switching off the vibrations, peeling off the condom and tossing it aside.
Her eyes are glazed, body limp in the cuffs.
I unhook her ankles first, kissing bruises left behind, then her wrists, rubbing circulation back.
“You okay?” I whisper, pulling her into my arms.
“More than,” she murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “That was… fuck.”
We lay tangled, the storm forgotten, just us in the afterglow.
She yawns and snuggles deeper under the blanket. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Her breathing slows. Her face softens.
Yeah, this is the most unforgettable Christmas yet.