It looked like a watch and had no official name. Only two hearts and instructions on how to…
Oh God…
It’s an orgasm tracker.
“Oh yeah, no faking it with me, Snowflake,” Sam teased. “Not like you had anyway.”
“You are terrible,” I laughed. “Okay. How’d that feel, going into a sex shop? Do you feel naughty?”
He stayed silent, and that was all the answer I needed.
“Follow me to the kitchen. I have been doing some research, and would like to try something.”
My stomach knotted in a nervous excitement as I followed him, coming to a halt as he gestured toward the table.
From under my lashes, I gave him a seductive smile, parting my lips as I went belly down on top of the piece of lacquered wood.
He went around to my front, holding the plaid ribbon from one of the presents, and I shivered.
“I want to tie you up with this. You are going to look so beautiful spread out like my own personal Christmas feast.”
“Let’s do it.”
I was excited to try this together, yet nervousness hammered at my chest. What if it was too tight? Or too much?
“I need a safeword. Wait, it’s still orchid, right?”
Sam gave a satisfied hum, grabbing my hands and wrapping the ribbon a few times around them. Once finished, he attached the ribbon to a little notch that was under the table, and had me pull to show they were loose enough to get out of, but tight enough to still do the trick.
My heart pressed against my ribcage, threatening to leap out of my chest as I took in his musky scent.
The fabric went over my eyes and around my mouth, giving me enough leeway so I could speak if needed. I silently thanked him for that, gasping as his cool hands ran up my calf, bending my leg, and tying it to the leg of the table.
The other rested on the floor, straight out, and was tied beautifully three separate times above my leg.
I moaned out against the bondage as he put on the finishingtouch, snapping the watch-like device on my wrist and turning it on.
“No hiding from me. I’m going to take what I want for Christmas.”
His hand flew across my ass, and a sharp pain exploded from the sensitive area as I pulled at the restraints.
Sam disappeared for a moment, leaving to grab something from the counter and set it next to me. I could feel the heat through the glass and wondered what he was going to do with the liquid.
“I was going to play with you a bit, but you look so sexy right now. Can I please fuck you?”
“Please,” I mumbled through the makeshift gag. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to me. He’d earned the right to make me feel good and call me Snowflake.
Chapter 18
SAM
All I could see was her swollen core, already inviting me to take her, and I didn’t want to fight it or use the toys. All I wanted was to sink inside her and stay, fucking her deep and for as long as she would let me. Let the warmth of her body fuel me to please her in any way I could.
I stepped up behind her and dipped a finger into the hot chocolate, making sure it was cool enough. Grunting, I tipped the chocolatey liquid over her back, smirking as the monitor beeped erratically. I was watching that coil tighten and release in real time. A darkness settled deep within me, knowing that.
The hot chocolate was thicker, something I picked up while in France. Easy to make, and, apparently, drink off of someone.
Her moan spurred me on as I brought my lips to her back, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. It tasted amazing, the chocolate mingling with the candy apple lotion she used last night.
