“That's okay. I don't want any presents.” He smacked me again before depositing me on the floor.
“I think I can do a lot worse than that. Plus, a few of your presents are really for me.” He turned his back to grab something from beneath the tree. The silly man thought I planned to stay put, but I pushed off the ground and ran when the opportunity arose. He caught me by my hair before I took three steps. The sharp tug stung my scalp and forced my neck back, but the way he handled me had me wet already.
He forced me to the ground with his fist in my hair. Once I lay on my belly, he pressed his weight onto my back, and his teeth caught the side of neck. “Stay down, baby.” Mason grunted around my skin.
The pain in my scalp and the pain of his bite burned, igniting a hungry fire in my blood. I whimpered and twitched as he deepened his bite and ceased my laughter. “I lied,” I forced through my slack-jawed gasps.
His tongue lazily licked the spot he'd bitten. “I told you, you're a naughty girl. So what did you lie about?”
“I have a present for you.”
With a harsh grip, he tipped my head at an unnatural angle. He harshly sucked on the soft spot of my neck, leaving a fat, undeniable hickey. “Are you bringing it up now to avoid your punishment? Because nothing is going to change my mind about that.”
“No, I'm bringing it up so you can punish me appropriately.” I ground my ass into him.
“Oh, Claire, don't tease me.” He dug his hips into my ass, meeting my thrusts.
“Why don't you look for yourself?” I pushed my ass against him harder this time, prompting him to move onto his knees. He spread his fingers over my fabric-covered ass reverentially, his fingertips dipping into the cleft exposed above the slipping elastic. His exploring fingers spread my cheeks. When his fingers found the silicone nestled there, he paused for a moment before hooking his thumbs into my sweats and dragging them down.
He squeezed each cheek before carefully toying with the plug.
“Now, this is the best present and the prettiest asshole I have ever seen.”
“No asshole is pretty.”
“This one is.”
“Aren't you romantic?” I yelped as he smacked my ass hard in response to my tone.
“I'm very romantic and know what my good girl likes.”
“What's that?”
“When I treat you like a dirty slut.” His breathing came raggedly from behind me, and my pussy clenched hard in response to his excitement. “You did all this for me, baby?” He slipped a finger inside me, and I groaned at the sensation of him and the plug touching each other through the thin membrane separating them. “You're such a good girl for wanting to please me.”
Despite the pleasure rapidly building within me, I still needed to instigate him. “I didn't do it foryou. I did it for myotherboyfriend!”Smack!His fingers stayed inside me, and I whimpered loudly through the pain.Fuck, he hits hard.
“I'm your fiancé, not your boyfriend,” he corrected in an ice-cold voice as he pulled his fingers out of me. He pressed his full weight onto my back and leaned over me, flattening me against the fibers of the carpet. It was hard to breathe, and feeling his absolute force against me as he reached for something on the couch was incredibly arousing. The wound-up length of the Christmas garland seemed like an odd choice.
“What do you plan to do with that?” I gasped, finding it hard to speak beneath his weight. The plastic leaves didn't strike me as particularly comfortable bindings. Still, the position I found myself in wasn't either, and I was desperate for him.
“I'm going to wrap and then unwrap my present, of course.” He pulled my sweats and panties off my legs in a clumsy tangle before taking my shirt off. His fingers drifted over my swollen clit and stiffened nipples as he wrapped me up with the stuff. He pulled my arms behind my back, tying them together at the elbows and forcing my sensitive breasts out. He reached around, giving each nipple a pluck as he hummed in satisfaction.
He gripped my hips, lifting me enough to force my knees beneath me. Before I could settle my weight comfortably, he grabbed one ankle, bent it, and bound it to my thigh. He tied the other, forcing me to bear all my weight on my kneecaps and expose everything to him. My face and tits dug into the expensive rug. They tingled with the blood rushing to them and the rub of the material. The garland itched and burned, pulsing arousal and irritation through my system. My muscles ached, and even that turned me on.
Thankfully, I couldn't see myself right now; I was no shibari kink goddess. Instead, I knew I looked like a holiday porno extra. Santa's Sluts Sixteen came to mind.
“Fuck, that is hot.” He groaned, flicking the plug in my ass and eliciting a soft moan.
“I feel ridiculous.” My face burned with embarrassment, and the slickness of my arousal dripped down my thighs. Why did being embarrassed in front of this man turn me on so much?
The wicked smile curving his lush lips had my pussy glistening as bright as the ornaments hanging on the tree. “And with that plug sticking out of your ass, I've never seen you look less dignified.” I wanted to slap the wicked amusement off his face as much as I wanted to beg him for his cock.
He leaned forward too quickly for me to brace myself and licked me from my clit to my asshole. I let out a startled yelp. “You taste sweeter when you're embarrassed, baby. Maybe I'll put on a little holiday show for my men, just like this, to see if this pussy turns into candy.”
“You wouldn't,” I grunted as I tried to drive my hips back toward his mouth.
“No, I wouldn't,” he laughed as he languidly dragged his tongue through my labia like his kisses were for nothing more than his enjoyment. “I guess if that little clit isn't sweet enough, there are plenty of candy canes on the tree for me to wrap my tongue around.”