Christmas, One Year Later

“Beat them again. And you rowing for your life. Tell it again!” Brent clapped his knee and laughed.

We all sat on the sofa near the even gaudier Christmas tree Mom had decorated this year. Niles’ arm was around my shoulders and I snuggled into his side. I hadn’t seen him since fall break. Skyping and phone sex were great, but just being near him was making me hot all over, and in one spot in particular. His scent, clean and delicious, was all I could smell. His voice all I could hear.

He rubbed my arm, up and down his hand moved in a smooth, easy, nonstop motion. He was playing it cool for our parents, but I could sense the heat beneath the surface. I couldn’t wait for it to explode outward in a flare of energy.

He obliged Brent and started his story of rowing victory again. “Well, the Cambridge cunts—”

“Niles!” Mom clutched at where her pearl strand should have been.

“Oh, it’s an accurate description, love.” Brent kissed Mom on her neck, lingering a bit too long.

“Get a room, you two.” Niles laughed. It probably sounded normal to them. To me, it was strained. He rubbed my arm faster, as if anticipation was infecting his movements.

“Well, it is late, love. How about we go on upstairs and discuss the word ‘cunt’ a bit more, yeah?”

Mom slapped Brent’s hand off her knee, but she stood. “I’m taking him upstairs before he embarrasses himself anymore. Goodnight, you two.”

Brent rose, as well, and followed Mom to the stairs. He copped a feel on her ass as they went and I looked away, mortified. “I’d venture to say what I’m about to do to you will make my family proud, not embarrassed, love.”

“I see where you get it from,” I whispered and nuzzled Niles.

Niles smiled down at me, more predatory than amused. As soon as our parents’ door clicked closed, he was on top of me. His lips on my neck, his hands yanking my top down so he could get to my breasts. They were braless, just as he’d instructed. I wore a skirt, far too short for the season, also as he’d instructed. But I’d broken his last rule... on purpose. I’d worn panties.

His mouth was hot on my neck, his teeth demanding my attention even as he twined one hand in my hair and thumbed my nipple with the other.

“I have wanted to fuck you raw for the past two hours. Since I first stepped foot in here and saw you dressed like that. Perfect little tart. All mine. Just like I told you. Did you know that?”

“I may have had an idea.” I smiled.

He squeezed my breast so hard it almost hurt and then let off. I sighed as he kissed to my mouth and claimed it as his own. His kiss was rough, devouring me just as surely as a wolf.

He yanked my legs up onto the couch so I was fully on my back, and spread them apart. His cock was hard against me, promising me so much. I dug my nails through his shirt and into his back before yanking up on the fabric. He sat back and ripped it over his head, showing me his sun kissed chest and sculpted abs.

“Niles.” It was all I could say, all I could think.

He reached down to his pants and unzipped before pulling out his cock. He hissed and gave it a smooth stroke before turning his eyes to my skirt. I thrilled at what he’d do when he saw I broke the rules.

He ran his hand up my thigh slowly, pushing the skirt higher and higher until his eyes fastened on the lace between my legs. His nostrils flared and he dug his fingers into my thigh.

“You’ve been bad, Anna.” He put his palm over my pussy and rubbed me, the heel of his hand working my clit beneath the fabric.

I moved my hips up to him. “Yes.”

He smiled, cruel and beautiful. “I hope you didn’t like these, love.”

He clutched my panties and ripped them off in one easy move. Then he put the head of his cock to my pussy and smoothed it down my clit to my entrance.

I wanted all of it, every last bit. I’d craved it, dreamed about it, woke up drenched with sweat and masturbating to it.

“Say it, Anna. Say it and I’ll give you everything you need. But I need to hear it.” It was a demand, but also a request. He would take what he wanted, but only if I gave him me – all of me.

His blue eyes pierced me, saw into the deepest parts of my heart, my mind. He didn’t realize he already had what he was asking for. I’d been his for a year, and would be for many, many more.

It was easy to say, because it was true.

I took a breath and gave him what he wanted. “I’m yours.”

I was utterly lost to him. Given over to him freely, like the most heartfelt Christmas gift.

“I love you, Anna.” He claimed my lips and took me, sliding in hard and sure.

The bells on the Christmas tree began to ring, and kept up a lovely jingle until late in the night.