Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“I knew that naughty sub was up to something when he made us get dressed separately.” Master nibbled on my bottom, letting out a low chuckle when I moaned. “He said he wanted our costumes to be a surprise but I knew that wasn’t all there was to it. He’d looked too pleased with himself.”
Conner was sneaky.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to giggle or moan as Master started rocking the chair so he could tongue kiss me. “Sir…that’s…”
So good.
“It…it was a good surprise, though.” Very good. “You…you looked so sexy, Sir.”
Best Santa ever.
Even Conner had said so, but I wasn’t sure I should tell Master that Conner had been drooling over his ass.
“I liked looking sexy for my naughty elf.” Master nibbled on my other cheek as he spread his fingers wide on my hips so he could almost caress my dick. Somehow it was almost as good as actually touching my cock and it sent sparks through me. “My cheeky elf who called me old.”
I wasn’t going to laugh.
No. I was his good boy.
But then he creaked.
He just kept getting naughtier because as I laughed, he rocked me back against him again and his tongue was very wicked…and it felt very long.
And as I moaned and shivered, he made a pleased sound and kissed me deeper until it felt like he was going to make me explode.
The way he was kneading my cheeks just made it worse or better or something.
My spanking had been so good and made me so achy even before he’d turned my emotions inside out. Now all I felt was the wonderful tenderness and the little sparks of pain that fired through me every time he squeezed my cheeks.
Kisses.
Nibbles.
Sparks.
The motion of the chair had pleasure and subspace sneaking up on me, and right as the fuzzy-brain feeling was ready to suck me under, Master spanked me one more time and my orgasm crashed over me. The first wave drowned me in pleasure, but it just kept coming as his hands stroked over me and his mouth teased me.
When I finally collapsed against the back of the chair, he chuckled and gave me one last kiss. “I love getting to reward my sexy elf.”
Me too.
“Do you think Conner will let us keep the costumes?” I hadn’t gotten to sit on Santa’s lap yet. “I need to tell Santa I was a good boy.”
Rhett sat beside me on the chair, pulling me into his arms as he did his best to avoid my mess. “You want to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him how good you’ve been.”
He should’ve looked silly saying that but he looked wonderfully serious and understanding when I nodded. “Then that’s what we’re going to do.”
Rhett was always so confident and somehow it was sexy and scary at the same time. He walked through life knowing he could do anything, and when we’d started dating, he’d decided I could do anything too.
Yeah, happy Doms were kind of scary…especially when they loved their subs lots and lots.
Chapter 3
Rhett
The drama queen had grinned a bit too maniacally when he’d said we could have the costumes, but I wasn’t going to question his imagination or our good fortune.
Especially when Stirling was bouncing between ecstatically horny and so exhausted he was falling asleep every time he sat down.
“I need…you were…” Pausing as we walked in the front door, Stirling blinked and looked down at his clothes. “I need to put my costume back on. I was going to be a good helper and blow my Santa.”
That was a fantasy I could support…once he was more awake.
“Let’s do that this weekend and you can help me figure out what else needs to go in the scene.” Setting the keys down on the entry table, I wrapped one arm around Stirling’s waist and steered him toward the stairs. “What I really want is to get you all clean, so we’re going to get in the shower.”
It wasn’t a question but he nodded as we made our way through the cottagey house we’d picked out a few years earlier. It was bigger than a traditional cottage but it had an old-fashioned feel to it with lots of small rooms that suited us perfectly.
“You like taking care of me.” Still nodding to himself, Stirling tried to turn around on the stairs and nearly took a header down them.
Cursing under my breath, I swept him up in my arms and gave myself a lecture on how I should’ve just done that to begin with.
“I do. It’s one of my favorite parts about being a Dom.” He was in a very odd mood, so distracting him seemed to be the best option. “What are my other favorite parts?”
That got a tired giggle from him and his head came down to rest on my shoulder. Stirling didn’t always like that he was on the petite side of the scale, but I loved being able to carry him around without it killing my back.