I knelt in front of her and yanked her hair back. “Do you find something funny, baby?”
She made an incomprehensible utterance into the ball gag that I interpreted asyou.
“Correct. I am hilarious. And you are bad.”
Her eyes rounded and drained of humor,almostmaking me feel bad. “Good girls take care of themselves, Nova. But know if you struggle one week because you’re busy with your world domination schemes, I’ll always be here to pick up the slack.”
She relaxed.
“But first, you must atone.” I let go of her hair.
I interpreted her next muffled nonsense as,but it’s Christmas!
I had to turn away from her so she couldn’t see me grin and quietly laugh to myself. I grabbed a paddle from my impressive spread of toys and implements strewn on the couch.
“Exactly, baby,” I said. I pointed to the Christmas trees I’d carved into my handmade wooden paddle. “One of your many gifts.”
She waited patiently, and I relished every second of her anticipation.
“Ass in the air, hands spread out in front of you toward the tree, as if you’re in prayer,” I commanded.
She turned and obeyed.
“If you feel called to pray, pray to me.”
She arched her back, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy and perky ass. I suppressed a groan, my eyes nearly rolling back into my skull.
God, she had no idea the effect she had on me.
“I know you said it hasn’t been bothering you, but if your shoulder hurts at any point, you’re going to let me know immediately with three taps from your foot.”
She made a little gagged noise so cute, it made me aggressive. With a wide palm, I smacked her ass and then gripped her flesh as she whimpered.
I slipped a finger inside her. “If you’re already this wet, I fear you’re going to make a mess on my carpet. And then what will I have to do with you?”
I interpreted her next noises asfuck me,but that could’ve been wishful thinking as my cock strained in my jeans.
By the time I was finished paddling her, her ass was bright red, and her whimpers had quieted completely.
I gently lifted her back up to her knees to face me. Her eyes were even more hooded than before. She was blissfully spaced out, and it was a beautiful sight.
I untied her wrists and removed her gag. She wet her lips and let out a small breath of relief.
“How’s your jaw?” I asked as I unzipped my jeans.
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Good,” she lied.
To punish her, I buried myself deep inside her throat, giving her exactly what she wanted. I never said my logic always made sense. That was the perk of being the one who decided the rules.
“I love using this perfect mouth,” I groaned. I gently rocked in and out as I gripped her hair. “You take me so well. Breathe. There you go. You can take more.” She gagged, and my cock twitched as I hit the back of her throat. “I’m not going to touch you again until you take all of me and hold it for three seconds, understood?”
She nodded with my cock in her mouth.
“Good fucking girl,” I growled.
I pumped in and out, letting her acclimate as I coached her to take more and more. She’d always been the perfect teacher’s pet. “Next year, I want to come downstairs to find you in a cage under the Christmas tree.”
I slipped out of her. She panted, looking up at me with a mix of excitement and fear—my favorite combination.
