Chapter Four

Rose

I can’t see anything but the sensation of his breath on my pussy is enough to drive me wild and set my skin on fire. Then I feel this sharp, soft wetness skim over me, even hitting that little button where all the magic happens, and my hips jerk responsively. I gasp. That was it. He’s going to make me come. He’ll be the first man to make me come.

He must be using his tongue down there. I can’t think of anything else that would be so wet... except for me, of course.

I feel it again. That hard yet soft flick, all the way up my slit and teasing lightly on my clit. I hump forward, and he draws back again.

“Be patient,” Stuart rasps, and I steady myself. I can be patient. “Go slow,” he breathes against my pussy. “Don’t be nervous. Don’t be scared. Just... go... slow.” That sharp point on the tip of his tongue travels up my trim again but this time, it goes hard and slow, connecting with every nerve ending I’ve got. When he reaches my clit, it isn’t just a flick this time. This time, he wraps his luscious lips around my nub and gives it a slow, soulful suck.

My mouth falls open, and my neck falls back. My thighs spread wider, encouraging more, and I hump against his mouth, silently pleading for him to take me all the way, all the way right now, even though he just said that we should go slow. I don’t want to go slow anymore. I want to come all over his perfect face.

He leaves my pussy again and then returns, tongue slithering up between my pussy lips and then suckling my button. This time, though, I can’t bear to let him break away and leave me in the open air again. My fingers drive through his thick hair and press his mouth between my legs, trying to force him to stay put, and I grind softly on him.

Stuart only allows this for one sheer second. He doesn’t stop eating me out but he does reach back around his head and grab my wrists, yanking them free from him and pulling them behind my back. Now my body is even more exposed and defenseless.

“If you can’t behave yourself,” Stuart commands me, “then I’m going to have to make sure that you do.”

With that, he grasps the loose ribbon still shrugged over my body and unravels it completely.

I’m totally nude and the ribbon gets looped around my kneecaps, then bound to my wrists behind my back. I can’t move my hands or my thighs. My thighs are trapped in a wide spread, and I can’t shield my body with my arms in any way. My tits are out there, waiting for his mouth, and so is my pussy. Completely exposed.

Stuart latches his mouth over my clit and tongues me, just the way I wanted him to before. I hump against his mouth, eyes and head rolling around as he takes me.

With so much attention on my clit, I come in a deluge almost instantly, probably soaking his face with my juices. I want to be sorry for any mess I just created but I’m not. I’m not sorry at all.

“Oh, this is perfect,” he says, coming away from my pussy to talk. “I’m going to lay you on your stomach now.”

I want to be scared of final penetration but my entire body is too hot and loose from that hard orgasm I just had. When he gently settles me onto my stomach, breasts pressed hard to the cool wood and thighs still spread, still tied to my wrists with that ribbon, it only feels... right.

Stuart’s rough fingers rove my ass adoringly. “Beautiful,” he says. His fingertips drift down over the fleshy cusp of my ass and find my waiting slit and juicy hole. He slides in with one and gives it a tender test pump. I whimper, and when his finger comes back, it brings another finger with it. “I thought you might be too tight or too dry and I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says, exhaling hard, like he’s about to be dizzy, “but you’re very wet.” I hear him suck on his own finger, and then I feel something new... something I’ve never felt before.

It’s hard as a rock, yet soft and smooth. Skin. And it’s as hot and thick.

Oh, my god. It’s his cock.

I feel the detail on his mushroom tip as it slowly nudges past my drooling lips. “There we go,” he says. My hole quivers and stretches around his girth and it pops through. The twinge of my cherry being lost forever rocks me but I’m relieved. I wanted this. I wanted exactly this for so long, and I wouldn’t let myself see it.

His cock slides further in, going slowly, allowing me to acclimate to him inch by inch.

It seems like we do this forever but it probably only takes about forty-five seconds until his full length is inside me, his hips flush against my ass, the base of his cock meeting my pussy lips.

He drags himself almost fully out of me—only the tip remains—and then shoves himself back inside, one fluid motion this time. I shriek, and my body stiffens with surprise. I want to say that it hurt and that was why I screamed but my scream is truly one of shock. His dick inside me feels so good, even when it’s plunging swiftly into me. I see flashes of light for a second, sure, and I get a little dizzy but not in a bad way.

His next thrust is just as swift and deep, and my muddled brain realizes that this is sex. He thrusts into me the way he’s supposed to... The beginning was for my benefit. To help with the pain. But now that we’re past that, he’s fucking me hard.

He lunges deep into me again, until his abs are flat on my ass, and again, and again, and I cry out as we reach a rhythm. My ass jumps up and down and his hands pin on my hips, holding me in place.

“Oh, yeah, girl,” he gasps, and there’s a sharp crack of pleasure and pain on my left ass cheek. He just spanked me, I realize. And I liked it. “Tell me you’ve been naughty this year. Tell me you’ve been a bad girl.”

“I’ve been a bad girl,” I obey him, even though it’s a lie. “I’ve been a bad girl this year, Santa.”

“Oh, yeah.” I thought Stuart might like that. He’s the kind of guy who wants to be called Daddy in the bedroom. “But I’m all out of coal. So I guess I’m going to have to give you this dick instead.” Crack! Another spanking, and I whimper. “Better not pout,” he warns me, reaching around and toggling my clit.

My system will overload and fry. “Better not cry,” he adds, another spank. This time, I clamp my lips shut and obediently do not allow myself to whimper. He grasps my hips and presses them down hard to the table, lunging into me with all of his weight. He shakes. The whole table shakes.

He lets out a strangled cry of release and his load is so hot, so full, that it lashes against my g-spot and I let out a small orgasm from the simple feeling of his warmth filling me. Oh, my god.

I blink and open my eyes, which clamped shut at some point in the festivities. His wild thrusting tugged my blindfold down to my nose, and now I can see. I twist and gaze back at him, seeing him for the first time since I got that invitation. He’s panting and covered in sweat and still balls deep inside me.

“Hey,” I say. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” He gently thrusts himself deeper into me. He’s still not exactly soft. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I came hard,” I rebut with a little smile.

“You have no idea,” he says, unknotting my wrists. I totally forgot about that. My fingers are tingling. “You can come much harder than that. And you will.”