“I am. But you know, you also seem to like it.”
I couldn’t tell a lie, and if I did, my body would betray me.
I shrugged, but I could feel the grin.
“Just relax,” he told me. He ran his hands down my shoulder and over my arm to my hand, grabbing it and then slapping something on the wrist. When I lifted my head to look at it, he had slapped something on the other, then lifted them up to connect them to my headboard.
I was handcuffed to my own bed.
And though I wanted to fight, there was something arousing about it and I was rubbing my legs together, which had him chuckling.
“Soon enough. Just relax and let me take care of you,” he whispered, his hands sliding along my back. His soothing words and magical hands soon made me relaxed. My eyes closed of their own accord, my mind drifting off to nothingness.
I moaned as he worked out a kink, thinking that him doing this every night could quite possibly be the best Christmas present he ever got me. Or gave me. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to waste time wrapping it.
Although, he could put a bow on his dick and I probably wouldn’t mind. Just like I didn’t mind the mistletoe he had.
I chuckled to myself, causing him to stop, and I groaned.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking you could do this every night and I won’t say no. And that it would be a really awesome Christmas gift. Then I thought you could even put a bow on your dick.”
“Huh, that’s a future mental image.”
“Yes, a good one. Now, get back to work please. There are a few spots you missed.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, please.”
I closed my eyes again, feeling the bed shift, and then I felt a smack on my ass, making me squeal. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the smirk on his face, and the paddle in his hand.
And the pain that I just felt morphed into pleasure faster than I could blink.
And damn it, did I want it again.
Chapter 9
Josh
She had no idea what her face showed me. I mean, it was evident that she found pleasure with her moans and cries, but her face told me everything I needed to know.
And I loved that about her.
Actually, if I was being honest, I always had. She couldn’t lie to me because her face gave her away. It was also something I’d never tell her.
“Don’t you know yet?” I told her, rubbing the red spot on her ass cheek. “Don’t boss me around, Kelly. You won’t like it.”
She eyed the paddle I was holding again before looking at me.
“Will that always happen when I try to boss you around?”
“Maybe. Or maybe it could be something else.”
I moved my hand lower, sliding a finger over her wet folds and she moaned.
“Oh, my dear Kelly, you like that.” I withdrew my finger and then spanked her ass again with the paddle, making her jump. She pushed backward, as if she was seeking it again, and I spanked her one more time before dropping the toy.
