“Relax, gorgeous. If I need to, I can cut through these. I've got wire cutters and medical shears for the rope. If anything goes numb tell me.” He arranged her on the tracks and moved thetrain so it would be in the picture as well. “This is so much more fun than I thought it would be.” Bastian chuckled.
“I didn't know you were into photography.”
“I'm into you, Kay. The thought of unwrapping you like a present gets me so hard.”
“I can honestly tell you that I'm way more aroused than I expected to be. I literally can't move.”
“That just makes it more fun for me.”
Bastian kissed her forehead then straightened and took photos from at least a dozen angles.
“Okay, we did your kinky photos. Can you untie me now?”
“Have you ever used a ball-gag?”
“What? No.”
He returned to her side and held up a small shiny green ball. “Think of how much prettier your mouth will look propped open from a gag.”
“How will I tell you if I've gone numb when I’m not able to talk?”
“Move your feet. Tap them. Kick me. Whatever you need to do to get my attention and you'll be freed. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Bastian.” She opened her mouth and he secured it behind her head. It reminded her of when he had stuffed her own panties into her mouth during a spanking. The memory got her just as hot and she squirmed, being careful not to jostle anything or do anything with her feet.
“You're so damn beautiful.” Bastian clicked at least two dozen photos of her, smiling as he moved around the room. She blinked up at him. “I can't believe you haven't considered turning this into your career. You're just stunning.” She blinked again. “Oh, I might like gagging you more often. Then you can't argue with me.”
Kay glared.
“I haven't spanked you yet, Kay. You might want to be careful of the facial expressions you send my way.” He picked her up off the floor and positioned her on the coffee table so her butt was in the air. Mounds of fake fluffy snow decorated the top of the table and it cradled her upper body perfectly. “Turn your head to the right.”
She obeyed since she had little choice to do anything else and was rewarded with several slaps against the fullest part of her ass. He timed them so her skin bloomed with heat which faded into a nice sting. Over and over his palm struck her tender cheeks but she could only groan into the gag. Her panties danced down to her knees and an icy gel tickled her most private hole. She clenched. No one had ever explored there; she’d been telling Bastian the truth when he’d mentioned anal sex. Not even Kay herself had ever attempted to engage in butt stuff.
“Relax for me, sweetheart. It's a tiny plug but it's going to look amazing in the pictures.”
She doubted her ability to stay immobile even with the ties, but she trusted him completely. Something hard pressed against her backdoor and slowly slid into her tight virgin hole until it was fully seated.
“Good girl.” Bastian rounded the table and into her line of sight. “Stay just like you are.”
She raised her eyebrows and he laughed. She couldn't get out of this position even if she tried. Bastian snapped a few more photos, smacking her ass every so often, and each time, it took her by surprise. Heat radiated off her behind, but she was still painfully aroused.
“You look so incredibly gorgeous.” He ran his hands over her body as he untied the rope he had used on her, occasionally planting a kiss or rubbing a spot on her body. Soon all the rope fell away from her. Bastian scooped her up and carried her allthe way upstairs to her room. He laid her down on the bed and squeezed each of her hands.
“Are you numb anywhere?”
She shook her head.
“Oh, the gag!” He winked and undid the clasp, popping the ball out of her mouth. “We'll have to use one of these more often.”
“You forgot the plug too.”
“Nah, we're going to leave that in for a while.” Bastian slapped his hand against her mound, catching her pussy lips, and she moaned. “In fact, we're going to leave it in until I remove it.”
“Yes, Sir.” She winked as she anticipated what he was going to do next.
“I like the way you say that, Kay. I'd love to do a full scene with you. We've got nothing else to do for the next few days since the weather isn't improving.”
“I'd love to scene with you as well, Sir. I've got a whole bunch of things on my mind that I haven't even shared yet.”
“I can't wait to hear them, sweetheart.”
Her panties had slipped to her ankles and he completed their removal in one smooth motion. Bastian shucked out of his pants and wasted no more time in giving her what she’d wanted. He slid his cock into her dripping wet pussy, and she moaned. She couldn’t recall sex ever feeling as good as it did with Bastian. Her arms laid at her side, still mostly useless, and it amped up the sensations overall. It would take a bit of time to get the blood flowing in all of her limbs again.
Kay kissed him and he snaked one of his hands into her hair. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he touched her, kissed her, held her. She loved everything about the dynamic they were building together. Bastian kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and claiming her. She didn't knowwhat tomorrow would bring, or if they would eventually move in with one another, but she adored the way his eyes sparkled when he stared into her eyes. Kay cherished every minute they had spent together, at least once she got over her initial hesitation, and she sent up a silent thanks to Santa Claus who proved holiday magic did exist. After all she'd gotten exactly what she asked for: A Daddy for Christmas.
The End
