“Touch me,” she begs. “Fuck me. Anything.”
“I'll give you everything,” I promise, sliding down her body. “But I'm going to take my fucking time.”
I press her thighs apart, exposing her completely. Her pussy is glistening wet, pink and perfect. I lower my mouth, giving her one long, slow lick from entrance to clit.
“Fuck,” she moans, hips jerking up.
I hold her down with one forearm across her pelvis, using my other hand to spread her open. “Stay still,” I command, before diving back in.
I work her with my tongue, alternating between broadstrokes and quick flicks against her clit. Her thighs start to tremble when I suck the sensitive bud between my lips.
“Beck—I'm going to?—”
I pull back immediately, denying her release. “Not yet.”
Her frustrated groan makes my cock throb. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot, while my tongue returns to her clit.
“Please, please, please,” she chants, her bound arms straining against the lights.
I feel her walls tightening around my fingers, her back arching off the rug. Right before she tips over the edge, I pull away again.
“You fucking asshole,” she gasps, tears of frustration gathering in her eyes.
“You love it,” I remind her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
I repeat the torment again and again—bringing her to the brink with my mouth and fingers, only to deny her at the last second. By the fifth time, she's a shaking, sobbing mess, her skin flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Beck, I can't—I need?—”
I lift my hand and bring it down in a sharp slap against her pussy. The sound of it echoes through the room, followed by her shocked cry.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, but her hips buck up, seeking more.
I slap her again, lighter this time, watching her clit swell and redden. “You like that, don't you? Such a dirty girl.”
Her eyes are glazed, barely focused as she nods. I glance up at the tree, an idea forming as I spot the candy canes hanging from the branches.
“Don't move,” I order, though she's hardly in any condition to disobey.
I stand and grab a handful of the small candy canes from the tree. Kneeling back between her legs, I unwrap two of them and carefully arrange them on her left nipple in the shape of a heart. The contrast of the red and white stripes against her skin is fucking art.
“What are you—” she starts, then gasps as I place two more on her right nipple in the exact same heart design. The peppermint scent fills the air between us.
“Look at you,” I murmur, admiring my work. “Sweet enough to eat.”
I reach for one of the bigger candy canes hanging from a nearby branch, one that's thick. I tear the plastic wrapper off with my teeth, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Open your mouth,” I command, pressing the end to her lips.
Her eyes widen, but she parts her lips obediently. I slide the candy cane into her mouth, watching as her lips close around it.
“That's it. Suck it like you suck my cock.”
She hollows her cheeks, her tongue swirling around the striped candy as she maintains eye contact. My dick throbs painfully at the sight, a bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. Fuck, I'm leaking like a goddamn faucet just watching her.
“Enough,” I growl after a minute, pulling the now glistening candy from between her lips.
I trail the wet tip down her neck, leaving a sticky path that I follow with my tongue. The contrast of the cool peppermint and my hot mouth makes her shiver. I drag itlower, circling each nipple, knocking off the small candy canes I'd arranged there.
