Simon Says

by T L Osborn

  “I can’t believe I just let you do that,” I whisper.

  He grins. “My pleasure, baby. Always my pleasure. Now, I see you brought a toy. Can we use it?”

  “I want to try it,” I reply, as he reaches over to grab it.

  As he pulls it out of the box, he realises this is going to be way more fun than he thought. “It’s remote controlled,” he says, his face lighting up like a kid in a candy shop. He turns it on a couple times before he finally puts it on my clit, just holding it in place while it vibrates against me.

  “That’s rather powerful,” I breathe, and he lowers down to my already soaked pussy and gently pushes it inside me. As he turns up the vibrations, I almost roll off the bed. He holds me in place as he turns the vibrations up and down then moves it in different angles. Before I know what’s happening, he turns it up high and I scream as I come. He allows me to catch my breath before he pulls it out.

  “That was fun, baby, but now my cock wants his turn inside you,” he says.

  “Mirror.”

  “Not right now, but maybe later. Right now, I want to make love to you nice and slow.” He positions himself and thrusts in unhurriedly as I wrap myself around him like a snake. He moves in and out of me, gently rocking us both into sexual pleasure.

  “Just a little faster,” I beg, and he thrusts deep.

  “Come with me, baby,” he says, and I meet him thrust for thrust as he presses his mouth to mine, teasing me with his kiss. I come apart as his cock hits just the right spot, feeling my pussy clamp down hard on it. He pounds inside as I feel him thicken within my walls, and he groans loudly in my ear as we rock as one. “Holy fucking shit. Best Christmas present ever,” he announces, as he climbs off me, rolling onto his back.

  “I’m not finished yet,” I warn.

  “I hope not, baby, because my dick is desperate for you again,” he says.

  “I love you,” I tell him, looking down on him as I climb on top of him and gently start to rock. I don’t give him a chance to speak before I really start going for it. He wraps his hands around my hips to meet my movements, thrusting upwards against my body. I can hear our skin slapping together as we make love. It’s my turn to make him moan my name. I rock against him, feeling my orgasm grow.

  “Don’t wait for me, my love. Just come,” he orders, and I let it out with a whimper and a moan. He thrusts upwards again, and I feel him stiffen this time, his hands digging into my sides while he groans out his release. I climb off him and roll into his side. He wipes away my hair from my sweat-soaked face.

  “Hands and knees baby,” he demands.

  “Don’t you need a minute? We’ve just done it twice in a row.”

  “What I need, is you on your hands and knees.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Keep that shit up, baby, and you’ll end up over my knee being spanked like the naughty girl you are.” He chuckles with a slap to my ass.

  By the time we are finished, I’m exhausted and snuggled against him. “Merry Christmas, babe,” I whisper against his chest, before allowing sleep to take me away.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Aria

  “I have a gift for you,” Simon says as he comes to sit down next to me on his couch after putting an over-excited Charlotte to bed.

  “Si, Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.”

  “I know but I can’t wait,” he shrugs.

  “No fair. I don’t have anything for you,” I reply pouting at him.

  He laughs. “Honey, you don’t need to do anything for me. You’ve already set up most of the food for tomorrow, you’ve prepared dessert and gone way overboard with the gifts for myself and Charlotte so you’ve done enough.” He pulls a red ribbon out of his pocket hanging from it is a set of keys and holding them out to me.

  “What are these for?” I ask taking them slowly from his hand.

  Surely he’s not asking me to move in. It’s too soon.

  My heart races as he speaks. “They’re a set of keys to the front and back doors to my home. I want you to be able to come and go as you please.”

  “Simon, I don’t know what to say,” I reply. I’m relieved he wasn’t asking me to move in, I’d hate to see the hurt upon his face.

  “You don’t need to say anything, I just want you to feel comfortable here as comfortable as you and your family have made me and Charlotte feel at your place.”

  I shift in my seat and place the keys on the table before launching myself into his lap. He’s taken by surprise but wraps his arms around me tightly. I lean down kissing him in small, short, soft kisses. My entire body on fire with desire for him and how sweet he is.

  “Babe you don’t have to give me keys to make me feel at home here. I love being here with you and Charlotte. This may sound a little corny, but I have a key to my balcony door for you too. So you can come and go as you please.”

  He laughs. “Great minds think alike.”

  “We sure do,” I say as he presses his lips back to mine to devour me. I pull back. “I can’t wait for you both to open your presents. Tomorrow can’t some soon enough.”

  “I think I can do something about that.” He winks at me as he slides his hands around to my ass giving it a quick squeeze, causing me to moan and my need to have his body pressed against mine take over. I begin to grind my hips into his telling him what I want. “Seems my dirty girl wants to have some fun,” he says nibbling on my earlobe. He stands pulling me off the couch with him. “I have another surprise gift for you.”

  He scoops me into his arms and carries me up the stairs to our room and straight into the wardrobe. As I turn I see he’s turned the rear wall of the wardrobe into a floor to ceiling mirror. The floor in front of it is laid with a soft blanket, there are candles lit all around the room.

  “Is this why I haven’t been allowed into the wardrobe all week?” I ask.

  He looks at me. “Do you like it?”

  “I love it but why? You know I hate looking at myself in the mirror,” I reply.

  He comes over to me, slides his arms around my waist. “You never seem to mind when I’m making love to you in front of it.”

  “So that’s why you installed this? So we can have sex?” I ask.

  “I’ve installed a lock on the inside of the wardrobe too, so we won’t be disturbed.” He smiles gently placing kisses down my neck as he gently undoes the buttons on my blouse. “Want to make use of it now?”

  I spin around in his arms. “Hell yes.”

  He smiles. “I hoped you’d say that.” With that he proceeds to very slowly and sensually make love to me. This man surprises me every single day with his gestures of love. As he makes his way down my body with his mouth I’m lost in our passion though determined to do something as equally special for him. When I can think again, which won’t be for the remainder of tonight.

  Simon

  How the fuck did I get this lucky?

  It’s Christmas morning, and I’m lying in bed with Aria wrapped in my arms, snoring lightly—as she should, after last night’s sex marathon. I look down at her, she’s snuggled against my bicep, her hand resting beneath her chin.

  Bang! The door to the room flies open

  “Daddy, Mummy get up! Santa’s been,” she squeals.

  Mummy. Ari sits bolt upright next to me her face completely horrified as she turns to me, “Mummy?” she says as she looks between myself and Charlotte. I’ll admit the name suits her especially out of Charlotte’s mouth. “Did you just call me mummy?” Aria asks.

  Charlotte nods her head vigorously as Aria’s entire body begins to shake.

  “Santa’s been,” Charlotte says bouncing on the bed in front of us.

  “We are aware of that, princess,” I chuckle.

  “Mummy, come on, let’s go see.”

  Aria shakes her head, reaches over the bed grabbing her t-shirt from last night to pull it on, and climbs out of bed. “Mummy?” Charlotte calls as the door to the bathroom closes.

  “Prince
ss, go downstairs, I need to talk to Ari for a bit. You can start opening your Santa sack.” That’ll keep her busy while I sort things with Aria.

  Charlotte races away and I climb off the bed, and march over to the bathroom door. “What the hell was that about?” I demand.

  “I’m not ready for her to call me mummy. Simon, we went from you handing me a set of keys last night to I’m now her mummy. I don’t know what to say or do. Why is she calling me mummy she wasn’t in the room with us last night when you gave me the keys?” Aria asks as she paces the floor of the bathroom. Is she scared of what the future holds?

  I grab her pulling her against me, her entire body quivering against me as I tighten my grip to steady her. “I don’t know, honey. Perhaps she just decided after that book you read her last night that she wanted to. This is a shock for me too, I didn’t know she was going to do it.”

  She pushes out of my arms to go sit on the edge of the bath. She’s breathing fast and I can only imagine her heart is racing too. I wish I could calm her down. “She’s got a mummy and I’m overstepping that boundary and I’m not okay with that. I’m not her mother, Clarissa is. It’s all so soon. I’m not ready for her to call me mummy. I haven’t moved in and we aren’t even talking about that. I want to be at least living here before she starts calling me mummy.”

  I look around the room. “Makeup on the counter, clothes in my wardrobe and you sleep here every night. It’s like you have. It’s not much of a jump for Charlotte to start calling you mummy. She obviously wants to, and I haven’t told her she should, I’ve never pressured her like that.”

  “I’m serious Simon, please. I’m not ready will you talk to her,” she begs me. Her green eyes pleading with me as they look at me, her lips trembling. She really doesn’t want to be called mummy.

  I kneel down in between her legs, take her shaking hands within mine. “I’ll talk to her, honey. Promise me you’ll keep an open mind and if you’re ever ready for it then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” I reassure her as I bring her hands to my lips and kiss them. She shakes as she drops into my lap and snuggles against my shoulder. I feel wrong going out to Charlotte to say no you can’t call Aria mummy yet, I don’t want to upset Aria either by not respecting her boundaries. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.

  She leans back. “I’m going to shower before I come down.” I get the sense she needs some more time to calm down and reflect on what’s happened.

  “Okay, but don’t take too long, I want to open these presents you got me.” I give her a quick kiss to reassure her I’m in no way upset with her and I leave her alone to shower. I make my way downstairs to find Charlotte has just started emptying her sack all over the couch. She looks up at me. “Is Mummy not coming?”

  I cross the room to her. “Princess, about that. I know you really want to call Aria mummy but she’s not ready for that okay. How about for now you stick with calling her Ari and the next time you want to call her mummy you come talk to me and we’ll see if Aria is okay with it.”

  Charlotte pouts at me. “But daddy I want to.”

  “I know but you already have a mummy; remember she’s an angel in heaven,” I lie. I have to, I’ve got to protect Charlotte’s image of the mother she thinks she had. Not that she remembers her.

  “Why can’t I have two?”

  I smile at my innocent daughter. “One day when Aria is ready you’ll call her mummy but not right now okay. Maybe we could start small. Would it be okay with you if Aria was to come and live here with us?”

  Charlotte nods, “Would she read to me?”

  “She already does, and I’m pretty sure she’d read lots more to you,” I say with a kiss her to forehead.

  “Would she put me to bed?” she asks.

  “She would every night I’m sure.”

  “She can live here,” Charlotte says.

  “Now, you keep unwrapping that sack and I’ll make me and Aria a coffee okay?”

  Charlotte climbs off my knee and as I’m heading back into the kitchen a hesitant Aria stands in the doorframe, “I’ve talked with her as best I can. I can’t promise she’ll stop completely because she really wants to call you Mummy, but I did my best.”

  She nods slowly and looks up at me. “Ari come here, come look.” Charlotte squeals and I watch a sigh of relief wash over Aria’s face. I lean down giving her a kiss on her forehead.

  “You go, I’ll make a coffee and bring it over.” I watch Aria walk over to Charlotte. Is it so wrong that even I want Charlotte to call her Mummy? She’s a damn sight better than Clarissa ever fucking was. I take a sip of my coffee. She’ll make a fucking great wife one day too. Where the hell did that thought come from? Wife? Mother? Yeah, those two words suit her perfectly. I’m one lucky man. A lucky man indeed. I make my way over to sit down with them both. I place Aria’s coffee down on the table in front of her as I take a seat to see all the things Charlotte got.

  “Who got the socks?” I ask picking up a pair of Belle socks.

  “I did, I found them and couldn’t resist,” Aria says.

  “You’re wonderful.” I lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. I start handing the gifts out, making sure to keep Aria’s from me hidden from her view since I want her to have it last. There are several for me which I shake to try and guess what is inside them. Charlotte opens a new Belle princess book. I look at Aria, who shrugs. “I couldn’t resist.”

  “I bet you couldn’t. Charlotte, this one is from you to Ari. Would you like to give it to her?” I ask, holding out the bracelet Charlotte and I made a couple of weeks ago for her.

  Charlotte carries it over. “This one’s for you, Ari, from me.”

  “Thank you, Charlotte.” Aria opens it and looks at it, a smile crossing her face as she begins to cry. “I love it, sweetie. It’s so pretty and has my favourite colour on it.”

  “And mine and Daddy’s too,” Charlotte points out as Aria puts it on.

  “And last but not least, this one is from me,” I say, holding my neatly wrapped box out to her. She takes it out of my hand and opens it slowly.

  “Woman, just open it, it’s only paper,” I grumble.

  She looks up and me smiling. “But it’s so pretty I don’t want to wreck the paper.”

  I go over and rip it open much to her horror. “There, now you have no choice.”

  She opens the velvet box and gasps as she gazes upon the gift. “Simon, this is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “I had it handcrafted by a jeweller. I wanted the first rose I ever gave you to be one that won’t wilt, won’t die, and you can keep it forever.”

  She leaps off her seat and into my arms. “Thank you. These are the best Christmas gifts I’ve ever gotten.”

  “We love you, Aria. You’re an important part of our lives,” I tell her, and I remove the pendant from its box and place it around her neck. I only wish she’d allow herself to be called Mummy then it would be perfect.

  “It’s so pretty.”

  “Merry Christmas, my love,” I say.

  Aria

  Charlotte is playing with her new toys while Simon and I set lunch out. Toby is working today, but he’ll stop by later, while Jacob will be here shortly. Mel and James arrive wearing matching hats, and they laugh because it wasn’t planned. I’m just placing the last of the drinks on the bench when someone arrives who I didn’t expect to turn up.

  “Suzanne,” I say.

  “I’m sorry for how I treated you that night. You were right. All you wanted was my acceptance, but I can’t move forward from Clarissa’s death. We were close, and to see someone else in her place is hard for me,” she apologises.

  “I’m not taking her place. I have a new place at Simon’s side. One of my own. I just want to love your son and granddaughter with all my heart. I want to help take care of them when they’re ill. Be here for them when they need me. Charlotte knows Clarissa was her mummy, but she also sees me as a parental figure. It’s up to
her to call me what she wants.”

  “Am I allowed to stay?” she asks.

  “That is up to Simon and Charlotte,” I reply.

  I feel Simon standing behind me as he slides an arm around my waist. “Do you accept Aria is part of our lives?”

  “Yes. I do.”

  “Then you may stay but be warned. Do not cause any trouble today,” he says low.

  “Can I get you a wine, Mum?” Mel offers.

  “Yes, please.”

  “I told Charlotte not to call you Mummy while my mother is here,” Simon whispers in my ear as Jacob walks through the door, and I nod and go embrace my brother.

  “I got a gift for Simon and Charlotte. Though, I’m giving Simon his after Charlotte opens hers. He’s going to need it,” Jake says.

  “I’ll let you deal with that,” I say, and Jacob leaves me to approach Charlotte, where he gives her his gift. She leaps into his arms with a smile. She opens her gift a few moments later and screams the house down. Jacob hands Simon his, and he opens it.

  “Thanks, mate, I appreciate this,” Simon tells him.

  “I thought, after what I got her, you’d like something to drown out the noise.”

  Charlotte doesn’t put her book of singing princesses down. Instead, she plays the same song over and over until Simon’s had enough and demands she plays with something else.

  He turns to me. “This is your fault.”

  “Mine? I didn’t buy it for her,” I complain.

  “You knew about it though,” he says.

  “No, I didn’t,” I protest.

  “This time, Simon, she’s telling the truth, and it was Steph who bought it. Toby’s turning up with the dress later today when he’s finished work.”

  Simon shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. Instead, he tops up my wine and lets me head outside with his sister and daughter to the fire pit.

  We spend the day relaxing, drinking, and eating, and when Toby turns up, he’s impressed there’s food left. He gives Charlotte her Christmas gift, and it’s a Belle princess dress, which she insists on wearing right away.