“Tell me if it’s too spiky,” he murmurs, dragging it slowly across my skin.
I shudder at the contrast—the coolness against a delicate sting. He traces it over the swell of my breast, and circles my nipple with it. Then, without warning, tweaks it between his fingers.
“Fuck—”
He smirks. “Want more?”
“Yes.”
Leaning down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a loud pop, then clips the snowflake lightly to it. I cry out at the pinch, but my knees wobble because Iloveit.
“Good girl,” he praises, voice rough as he slowly dips his hand low between my thighs. “You’re dripping, Frankie.”
“Yeah,” I pant, barely able to speak. “You’re a fucking tease, that’s why.”
He huffs a laugh, reaching back to the decorations again and this time tugging out a long trail of silver tinsel. Coiling it lightly around my torso, then unspooling it to drag the strands in slow loops over my breasts, my stomach, between my thighs.
I audibly sigh at the tickling sensation, my head tilting back slightly.
“Give me your wrists.”
My head snaps back to offer them up without question, and he binds my wrists together, looping the tinsel snug and secure.
Then he turns, eyes darting toward the armchair next to the fireplace. Above it, a simple black iron light fixture juts from the wall.
His smirk could melt snow.
“C’mere, baby.”
He guides me over and positions me so I’m standing facing him, then secures the rest of the tinsel to the fixture above the armchair.
When I test the tension, it holds. Just enough to keep my hands suspended above me, fully exposed.
Mason moves and drops into the armchair behind me, legs wide, cock thick and hard and waiting.
“Ride me.”
“What?”
“Sit down on my cock and ride me reverse.”
I bite my lip and lower myself slowly until the thick head of his cock nudges my entrance.
“Christ, Frankie.” His voice is ragged. “Look at you, all tied up and sparkling with nothing but my cock to bounce on.”
I roll my hips once, then widen my legs a little to sink further onto him. A breathy moan rushes out of me as I grind down harder, arms straining against the tinsel.
His lips find the crook of my neck and he sucks, hands hooking under my thighs to seat me deeper and stretch me wider.
He finds the snowflake still clipped to my nipple and gives it the barest tug. The pain and pleasure sparks through me and I gasp loudly.
“Mason—”
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His breath is hot against my skin. “So greedy for it. So fuckingwet.”
I ride his cock faster now, hips slapping against his thighs. The position has me stretched open, helpless to do anything but take him again and again as he controls the pace.
“You love this, don’t you?”
