Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  Whether enduring summer’s oppressive, muggy heat or huddling for warmth against winter’s bitter freeze, they always slept naked. Ever since they had a place of their own and felt free to explore the lifestyle they wanted, Kurt insisted that nothing would ever come between them when they were in bed together. It was an outward symbol of the transparency they shared in their own private world, and Annie loved that he was able to take her whenever he pleased without wading through layers of clothing to access her willing, wanting body.

  She turned around to face him and, with a deftness born out of years of practice, stripped the sweatshirt and base layer off him and tossed them to the hamper. From her recent session across his lap, a noticeable wet spot darkened his pajama pants. Running her fingers along his lean torso and through his chest hair, she reveled in his pure masculine scent, while she untied the drawstring and dropped his pants to the floor, along with his boxer briefs.

  The sight of his gorgeous, erect cock never failed to stir something dark and feral in her. Even after putting in a long, hard day at the diner, she could’ve run a marathon and summited Everest if it meant she’d be able to experience the sublime wonder of his firm manhood. Although she’d never known the touch of another man, based on the countless romance novels and salacious internet materials she’d devoured over the years, she knew her Kurt was different. He had something most men could barely fathom, let alone possess.

  While she would’ve loved to dive under the covers to warm up as quickly as possible, the smoldering look in Kurt’s eyes coupled with his possessive grip on her upper arms held her blissfully captive. Instead, she pulled herself against his chest, trapping his thick erection between them. Peeking down at the space between them, she saw the faintest golden glimmer emerging from the tip of his cock, and the sight brought a devious smile to her lips.

  “Time to let your princess take care of you, Daddy,” she murmured into his chest.

  “Let me give this to you. Please.” Her words were soft and gentle, but her message was clear. She wanted to show him just how much she treasured him as her partner, lover, and daddy. And she knew exactly how to do it.

  “Sounds good, baby,” he moaned in anticipation, burying his face in her curls before tucking them both into bed.

  With the thick quilt pulled up to their noses, Annie watched her icy breath escape, tentative little puffs into the cold bedroom. But she bided her time and clung tightly to Kurt, waiting for their shared body heat to warm them up and keep them cozy through the night. Plus, Annie had something up her sleeve that might help heat things up a bit faster. It would also have the added benefit of taking Kurt’s mind off the disappointment of not getting his bonus this year.

  She stifled the regretful sigh in her throat. Sure, she would’ve loved to have gone to Pittsburgh with him, but foregoing a visit to Steel City wasn’t the end of the world. The crestfallen look on his face when he’d broken the news to her, however, was enough to shatter her heart. It was time for her to take his mind off the matter altogether.

  Slipping underneath the covers, Annie rappelled down his body through touch alone, teasing his nipples with her teeth and tickling his abdomen with her long nails, before cupping her hand around his sack, squeezing him ever so gently. As she descended into the darkness, savoring his rich, spicy scent as it enveloped her, she found the object of her search and pulled it into her mouth.

  She adored Kurt’s gorgeous cock, especially with its thick gold horseshoe-shaped loop threaded through the tip. Pulling it into her mouth, Annie threaded her tongue through the heavy jewelry, savoring its metallic tang and making sure not to clang it against her teeth. As she tugged against him, his cock already prepared for action, Kurt flipped up the covers to give her some air and to give himself the best seat in the house to watch her in action.

  There was something playful about the tilt of his chin and the desire in his eyes in that moment that reminded her of their first time together. With a smirk of her own as she recalled that fateful evening, she looked up at her daddy, letting the love she felt for him soak into the quilt and comfort them both.

  WHEN HER PARENTS LEFT for their meeting that night, there was no question about what Kurt and Annie planned on doing with their evening. They’d been plotting it out for weeks, building up the anticipation, and gently teasing each other about what they were going to do. But when the house was theirs and they’d finished their date night meal of cheese pizza, the conspiratorial banter slowed to a stop and an awkward silence encircled them.

  For as much as they’d talked about what they were about to do, Annie had no idea how they were supposed to get started. But thankfully, and with a precision and tenderness that presaged his daddy-like nature, Kurt took the lead.

  Scooping her into his arms and never breaking eye contact, he took her upstairs and got her situated on her twin bed. Earlier in the week, she’d tucked a dark towel between her mattress and box spring. They’d need something to help hide the evidence of her lost virginity, and, with trembling hands, Annie laid it down the center of the sheets.

  “Hey, baby,” he cooed in her ear, taking a seat next to her and pulling her into his arms. “You nervous about this?” She mustered a quick nod and he squeezed her even tighter.

  “Well, that makes two of us,” he whispered as he planted kisses along the length of her neck. “We’ve never done this before—hell, we haven’t even seen each other completely naked before—and now here we are, standing on the edge of something bigger than both of us.”

  Kurt, though never a scholar, always had a knack for saying just the right thing when she most needed to hear it. Knowing that he was as nervous as she was made all the difference in the world, but it was what he said next that cemented her conviction.

  “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Annie, and you’ll always be the woman for me. I wanna make this wonderful for you. If you still wanna do this, let me take care of you. Let me give you everything you deserve and more.”

  With joyous tears glistening in her eyes, she nodded and put herself in his hands. He took his time removing her clothing, one item at a time. Starting with her pseudo-vintage Steve Miller Band t-shirt and finishing up with her pink polka dot panties, he seemed to drink her in as he exposed more of her undiscovered flesh.

  Now that he’d unwrapped her, Annie wondered what he thought of his gift. With her heavy breasts, chubby thighs, and soft midriff, she was nervous to find herself exposed to his possessive gaze.

  “You’re just as gorgeous as I knew you’d be,” he murmured as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on the delicate skin below her belly button.

  As a nervous tremble made its way through her body, she was finally comfortable enough to open up to him again. “So, do I get a peek at your goods too, or are you gonna hold out on me, big guy?” Finding a surprising confidence in her nudity, she beamed a grin at him before threading her fingers behind her head and leaning into her lumpy pillow.

  “’Big guy’, huh? And what makes you think I’m big, hmm?” He cocked an eyebrow in her direction as he slipped his plain black t-shirt over his head, revealing his chest and a solid dusting of gorgeous, dark hair.

  “Oh, I may’ve taken a gander below the waistband of those Levi’s on more than one occasion,” she quipped flirtatiously, as he unbuckled his belt and loosed the button fly on his jeans.

  “But when I said ‘big guy’ I wasn’t referring to your dick. I was talking about your mouth!”

  “Oh, really? Is that your story?” He pounced on her playfully and tickled his way down her torso until her laughter nearly induced a case of hiccups and she begged for mercy. Kurt pulled himself up on his elbow, and caressed her cheek with his free hand.

  “Well, let’s just see what you think when you’ve seen it, baby,” he purred softly.

  “And, um, try to keep an open mind for me.” The last statement slipped from his lips so quickly, Annie wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. Rolling to the side, just bare
ly managing to stay on the narrow mattress, he slipped out of his boxer briefs and the sight that awaited her stole the breath from her lungs.

  While she’d never seen a penis in the flesh before, she figured that romance novels, surreptitious internet searches, clothing-on fumblings in the car, and tedious, ill-equipped sex-ed classes had prepared her well enough for what she was about to behold. She was wrong.

  In that instant, his mumbled plea to remain open-minded made all the sense in the world. A heavy gold loop curved through the head of his penis, threading its way through the tip—already slick with precum—and exiting just below the crown. The sight left her speechless. And intrigued as hell.

  Licking her lips and attempting to move beyond the piercing, she ran her fingers along his length before wrapping her hand around him to feel his weight. With little more than a sharp intake of breath through his teeth, Kurt let her explore his manhood, and she savored every moment of this unexplored side of her man. As he bobbed and twitched in her hand, a familiar wetness—one that he’d coaxed from her on more than one occasion—flooded her pussy and seeped into the towel she’d laid out for them.

  The sight of her man—naked, unashamed, and glorious—appealed to Annie far more than she’d anticipated. And she couldn’t wait to find out what kind of wonderful wickedness he had in store for her.

  CENTERING HERSELF AFTER her momentary reverie and occupying the space between his outstretched legs, Annie refocused on Kurt, suckling his thick member and succeeding at getting it even harder than it already was. He stretched the limits of her pouty lips and she loved that no matter which hole he claimed, it was never without the tiniest bite of pain. And it was always from within that sliver of agony that she found her freedom to be the submissive he needed.

  Without allowing him to escape her mouth, Annie took every inch of him, slowly and methodically, until the piercing grazed the back of her throat. After years of practice, she knew each and every technique that would have him curling his toes and shooting down her throat in no time. But tonight’s experience wasn’t a job to be rushed. Annie wanted to take her time and savor the task at hand.

  She wrapped her hand around his shaft, twisting with the lightest pressure possible, as she repeatedly bobbed and swallowed his cock. Yet she never upped her pace, never rushed her technique. She kept him hard, wanting, and excruciatingly close to the edge as long as possible. In the darkness, she sought out his eyes, identifiable only by the light twinkle in his dilated pupils.

  And as she listened to the soft, pleasurable moans escaping his lips and watched as his hands twisted in the sheets, she knew she had him in the perfect place. A place beyond their ramshackle house, beyond their tough, blue-collar existence, beyond lost bonuses and tips and charity from neighbors. He was home, and home was right there with her, living in the euphoric glory of the shared moment. Nothing else mattered.

  As she slid up and down his cock, upping the pressure slightly as she drew him into her throat, his hand fisted in her hair. She’d held him in the liminal space of all-consuming pleasure for nearly twenty minutes. It was time. He was ready and needed his release. With his fingers tangled in her curls, he held her in place as he began to fuck her mouth.

  Shifting from active player to passive vessel in a split second, Annie adjusted her lips and tailored each movement of her tongue to provide him the most contact possible with the sensitive underside of his cock.

  “I’m coming, baby, I’m coming,” he grunted through clenched teeth, a wholly sexy yet unnecessary admission. The second he started pumping into her, she’d known it was a matter of moments before he spent down her throat. And with the gold ring tucked against the back of her tongue, she sensed the first spurts of his semen flood into her and she swallowed each and every drop just as she had for their entire marriage.

  “Oh. My. God,” he groaned as she pulled up and ran the pad of her thumb across the corner of her mouth. “Princess, you are an absolute miracle, do you know that?”

  “Yup. Already knew it, Daddy,” she chirped puckishly, flopping down alongside him as he pulled the covers over both of them. “But I still love hearing it,” she whispered as she tickled her fingers across his ribcage, taking advantage of his heightened post-orgasm sensitivity.

  “Mmm, you might be a miracle, baby, but you still remember what happens to naughty princesses who tickle their daddies, don’t you?” His voice rumbled between her shoulder blades as he pulled her back against his lean body and roughly cupped her still tingling ass.

  He chuckled softly before adding, “Although I think that might be a threat that’s fallin’ on deaf ears and an eager ass, ‘cause my princess loves gettin’ this little butt of hers spanked.”

  With a light smack to her bottom, he tucked her into his body, cocooning her protectively. With a couple of final g’nights, lulled by the seductive warmth of his body and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, she let her eyelids droop and shut. With her last conscious thoughts, Annie comforted herself with the knowledge that she’d taken his mind off matters so he’d have the benefit of a restful night’s sleep.

  A special night out would always be there waiting for them, but Kurt was her home and he was the only thing that mattered.

  CHAPTER THREE

  KURT COULDN’T SLEEP. From just over the curve of Annie’s head, he spied the glowing alarm clock, the one that was always fifteen minutes fast, and knew they had over four hours until they had to wake up and trudge through another workday in their herculean effort to stay afloat. But for now, none of that mattered. They were still spooned together, cocooned under their quilted comforter and toasty warm.

  With one arm tucked beneath his pillow and the other wrapped around his little princess, he buried his face in her curly tresses, inhaling her sweet, feminine scent. Just that little extra hint of her essence made his cock stir against her round bottom. And when he shut his eyes and allowed himself to relive the sensations of Annie taking his entire length in her mouth, his hardness threatened to skewer her gorgeous ass.

  Allowing himself a muffled groan and a quick stretch, he peeled himself away from his sleeping beauty. Gravity soon pulled her over so that her back rested on their well-worn mattress. As a smile teased the corner of her mouth, his heart ached with love and admiration, knowing that his princess’s sleep was untroubled by their daily struggles to make ends meet.

  Love and admiration soon shifted to passion and desire as he shifted the comforter down her supine body, revealing her full breasts. Even as she slept, her body responded, the cool air forcing her nipples into taut peaks, perfect and ready to be devoured. But tonight was singular, a strange romantic sparkle casting its glow over them. From her supportiveness with the bonus situation and her relentless positivity to their delectable spanking and the killer blowjob, he wanted to give her something special.

  Kurt was careful not to wake her as he leaned over and opened his nightstand drawer. Grabbing four lengths of coarse rope, he slid back under the covers as a temporary respite from the nighttime chill. He caressed her wrist, kissing her pulse point, before wrapping the rough cord around it and securing her to the bedpost. With calculated, practiced deftness, he tied up her other wrist in the same fashion without rousing her from her deep sleep. Her ankles came next, and soon his Annie was spread eagled across the bed. She never stirred once.

  Leaving her mostly covered, he dove under the comforter, quickly zeroing on her molten core and pulling her tiny clit between his lips. With unfettered access to her body, he gave her what her body craved, stimulating her little bud until it peeked out from its hood, before running his tongue up her slit, lapping up the first droplets of desire he’d coaxed to the surface of her desire.

  His hands stroked the soft skin of her creamy inner thighs, kneading them before using his thumbs to spread her pussy wide and providing himself with a perfect target for his ministrations. It was only when he sunk his tongue into her clenching wetness that she woke up.

  “Mmm,
Daddy,” she moaned as she tried, unsuccessfully, to twist away from his powerful, insistent touch. With a light giggle, she added, “You returning the favor or something?”

  Pulling the covers down to reveal his face and to better observe her reactions, he responded, “Oh no, baby, daddies don’t return favors. We’re in the business of giving and receiving pleasure when and how it suits us. No trades, no tit-for-tat.”

  He planted a reverent kiss on each of her inner thighs before nipping at her swollen clit. “And right now, what pleases me is to make you all hot and wet for your daddy until you beg him to fuck you nice and deep. So just hold on for me, princess, and let Daddy make you feel good.”

  As she murmured a blissful yes, Daddy into the night, Kurt sunk a finger into her wetness, always astounded at how responsive she was to his touch and his words. Twisting a second finger into her and eliciting a soft gasp from his captive princess, he focused on the velvety softness of her perfect little pussy.

  He curled his digits upwards, seeking out the little bundle of nerves deep inside her that would have her pleading in no time. As her heat enveloped him, he found the object of his search and, for the second time in under eight hours, added a third finger, upping the pressure and bringing her right to the edge.

  “Can I come, Daddy?” She moaned her question into the night, twisting against her bonds and seeking her release against his hand. She was right where he wanted her.

  “No, baby, not yet.” He nipped at her clit, causing her entire body to spasm in response. “Be a good girl and tell Daddy what he wants to hear and he’ll make you come nice and hard.”

  Kurt punctuated his statement with a solid twist of his wrist, burying his fingers as deep as they would go and wrenching the pleasure from her body. As she bit her lip to stifle a scream and her deceptively strong body arced up from the bed, he pushed the comforter off them and got to his knees between her splayed thighs. He slid his fingers from her before pressing down on her legs, pinning her to the bed.