Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  Taking ahold of his straining cock, he teased her slick entrance with the gold piercing. He worked his cock up and down her slit, reveling in the command he had over her body and soul. Her plaintive mewls coupled with the creaking of the ropes binding her to the bedposts were a symphony that complemented his dominance perfectly.

  “C’mon now, princess, just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

  Observing the deep furrow marring her brow, her hermetically sealed eyes, and her wanton, guttural moans, Kurt understood that she was trying to fight what she craved, to assert herself in the presence of his raw dominance, to delay surrender as long as possible.

  He rested the gold piercing against her snug pussy before leaning forward and purring in her ear, “It’s only a few words, baby, and then I’ll let you come.” And with those final few words, he crushed her resistance.

  “Please! Please, Daddy! Fuck me...fuck me nice and deep. Hurt me with your cock, Daddy. Please.”

  Her eyes were wide open now, her voice a feral growl. And Kurt didn’t make her wait a second longer. With a firm twitch of his hips, he drove his cock into her until the piercing rested against her cervix. As Annie cried out into the cold night and her tight inner muscles clutched and milked his straining cock, Kurt’s hotwired brain momentarily flashed back to the moment he’d decided to get the Prince Albert piercing currently buried in his gorgeous wife’s pussy.

  “KURTWOOD.” HIS MOTHER’S voice was frail and he should’ve known something was wrong, but he was blinded by the petty distractions of adolescence and the excitement of young love.

  “Kurtwood, c’mere for a second, will ya? I gotta have a talk with you.”

  Whenever his mom said that she needed to have a talk with him, it was rarely about something positive. His father’s death at the factory. Having to move out of their home because they couldn’t pay the mortgage. His need to take on a job to help support their small, struggling family. But this talk wouldn’t turn out the way he’d imagined.

  He took a seat next to her on the couch and noticed a worn velveteen pouch twisted in her slender fingers. “You’ve been the man of the house for a lot longer than you shoulda been, darlin’, and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish I coulda made things better for you. For us. But sometimes life’s a buckin’ bronco and you just gotta saddle up and ride the best you can.”

  Kurt knew it’d be something serious if his mom was delving into the Oklahoman words of wisdom of her youth.

  “But at least I can do somethin’ right by you. Even if it’s just this once.” She handed him the small threadbare sack and it jingled happily as he took it in his hand. Sliding it open on its satin cords, he dumped the glittering contents in his hand. An assortment of small gold baubles tangled together across his palm. Confused, he looked to his mother for an explanation.

  “Kurtwood, everything you’ve got in your hand there is part of your heritage. And it’s all gold. It’s been busted n’ beat up and most of it’s been put through the wringer over the years, but it’s gold. An earring from your great grandma. A few links from the chain your daddy always wore ‘round his neck. A broken locket I used to carry a picture of you in. It ain’t much, but it’s all I’ve got to give you. Keep it safe and do whatever you think’s right with it.”

  In her own perfectly matter-of-fact way, his mother cut him to the core and infused him with a sense of pride he’d never known. He was now the keeper of the family lore.

  During his ill-fated year away at college, he’d had plenty of time to think about the man he wanted to be. About the small golden treasure sitting in his desk drawer. About the woman waiting for him back in Trentsville. And about all the wicked and wonderful things he wanted to do to her. Although still a virgin, Kurt was no stranger to explicit materials.

  He’d spend hours online in his dorm room—much to the detriment of his studies—poring over spanking videos, images of dominant men taking their women in hand, and reading stories that fueled his raging imagination. And, right about the time he realized that he and higher education weren’t going to live happily ever after, he came across a still image that would change his life forever.

  It was a black and white photo of a nude couple he’d found on a domestic discipline website. The man was at least ten years older than his partner, but it was difficult to tell, given that she was on all fours and facing away from the camera. The man’s hand was poised to land on her exposed ass, and his semi-erect cock showed exactly how much he was enjoying the exchange between them.

  Yet it was the piercing threaded through the tip that captivated Kurt. He immediately recognized it as a symbol. The responsibility, care, and love he would need to show to his Annie to earn her trust and love in return. The commitment to being the head of their household. The dedication to living life on his own terms. It was perfect.

  The next day, Kurt went to a piercing shop near campus and left with a curved steel barbell through the tip of his cock. The second part of his plan only partially distracted him from the excruciating pain he was going through, and helped him remain firm in the conviction that he was doing what was right for himself and for his future life with Annie.

  Ditching another day of classes, he snagged his mismatched family trinkets and consulted a goldsmith in Pittsburgh. Within a month, they’d melted down all the broken pieces and recast them according to his specifications. Although sharing the still image with the craftsman had been somewhat embarrassing, within a month he had the horseshoe loop in his possession—an omnipresent connection to his past and his future—and a perfect gold band to put around Annie’s finger when the time was right. Both pieces were exactly what he wanted.

  Over the next year, while thinking up the best way to propose to his girl, he focused his attention on aftercare for his new piercing and on gradually stretching the hole to accommodate the heavy jewelry he’d commissioned.

  NOW, AS HER NEEDY SIGHS called him back to the present and with his cock buried to the hilt in his beautiful princess, he found himself unable to remember what it felt like not to have the piercing. Slicing into her with each punishing stroke and taking advantage of the slack he’d left in the ropes binding her ankles, he dug his fingers into her hips and gave her the fucking she needed. The fucking she deserved.

  “That’s it, baby. Taking all of my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispered.

  “Would you like to come now, princess?” The garbled mess that escaped her lips sounded like a yes, Daddy and he was more than willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

  “Come, princess,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

  As she bucked herself against him, he leaned over her body to leverage his weight and drive his cock home into the core of her desire. Slipping his hand between them, he quickly found her clit and took it between his fingers to ratchet up her pleasure and push her over the edge. Annie was a woman possessed, grunting incoherently, writhing in her bonds, and threatening to destroy the unstable bed with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy pulsed around him, gripping his cock and pulling him along with her into the deep sea of pleasure that engulfed them.

  Kurt lay on top of her for a moment, kissing a curl away from her forehead as he savored a few last moments inside her. Wanting to feel her arms around him, he reached up and released her wrists from the rope. The sight that awaited him never failed to make his stomach drop.

  “You sore, baby? We rubbed your wrists raw tonight, huh? And I doubt your ankles are doing much better.”

  “Mmm...it was well worth it, Daddy. And now maybe you’re tired enough to get a little more sleep, huh?” she murmured, kissing him softly before falling back under the night’s spell, oblivious to the angry rope burns tattooed on her pale skin.

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  He covered them both in the comforter again, temporarily hiding the red welts on her wrists and ankles. She’s your princess and she deserves better than cheap, rough hardware store rope, he rumi
nated as she snuggled up against him. She needs something as soft and special as she is.

  Annie was his heart, his soul, his future, and his life. She deserved everything and anything he could give her. Nestling his softening cock between her cheeks and pulling her body against his, he took her hand and planted a soft kiss on her chafed skin.

  Just over half an hour had passed since he’d last checked the alarm clock and now that they’d settled back in to bed, sated and pleasantly drowsy, Kurt’s eyelids began to close of their own accord. And as he drifted back to sleep, he caught a glimpse of the reflected, hazy auras of the Christmas lights twinkling away in the other room.

  The big day’s just a week away, he mused to himself. And now I know exactly what I’m getting for my princess.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “ORDER’S UP, ANNIE!” The fry cook’s bellowing stirred her from her meandering coffee refill route through the diner. The frosty icebursts crusted on the outer edges of the restaurant’s large picture windows announced a frigid, yet sunny day.

  With a little bit of snow, it might actually look like Christmas around here, Annie thought as she made her way back to the kitchen. Snagging the two heaping plates—Denver omelets and home fries on both—Annie set them in front of Bob and Ralphie, two of her regulars.

  “Everything look good, guys? Can I refill those glasses of liquid sunshine for you handsome devils?”

  Bob and Ralphie were a couple of her favorite customers, and although they were both at least eighty years old, Annie loved to tease and flirt with them. “I tell ya, one of these days, I’m gonna kidnap you two and we’re gonna run off into the sunset!”

  “Aw, Annie. I’ll happily take some more O.J., but I’m afraid Gladys’ll have my hide if you keep trying to get me to run away with you,” Bob smirked, his response never changing from day to day.

  “Well, that’s all fine and good for you, Bob,” Ralphie chimed in, “but I think Margie’d be thrilled to see the last of me!”

  Ralphie’s sense of humor was dry on most days and downright acerbic the rest of the time. And Annie loved every minute of her daily banter with the curmudgeonly pair.

  Gladys and Margie, their wives, were also regulars at Sugar’s Diner, and Annie would serve them slices of homemade cherry pie each afternoon, as they dished like a gaggle of schoolgirls about how much they all adored their husbands.

  If it weren’t for the regulars, Sugar’s would’ve folded years before. But Sarah, the owner, refused to succumb to the economic slump, and through a combination of good will, great food, and lack of other restaurant options in Trentsville, she managed to make a decent living for herself and to keep a few people employed as well.

  Annie had worked at the diner for over ten years now and regarded Sarah as her closest friend and confidante rather than her boss. Pride in her work and a sense of loyalty to Sarah and the townsfolk ensured that Annie would keep her job at the diner as long as Sarah would have her.

  “Careful now, Annie!” Sarah chimed in from across the dining room. “I’m gonna have to douse you all with ice water if you don’t stop steamin’ up the customers!”

  The diner erupted in laughter, delighting in the good-natured banter that small town solidarity engendered. The same scene played out each day, yet Annie, Sarah, and the whole cast of characters acted out their parts as if it were the first time every time.

  As the breakfast rush slowed to a crawl and the two women got the diner set up for the lunch crowd, Annie let her thoughts wander to the previous evening. Kurt had teased, spanked, used, and pleasured her body so well that a delightful, lingering ache continued to pulse deep within her. The unique throbbing centered itself in her core, in the same place that made her want to cry out both “Enough!” and “Fuck me harder!” each time Kurt claimed her. Running a damp rag over the plastic-lined menus, she called to mind the pounding sensation of Kurt’s piercing as it grazed her cervix with each thrust. Her panties were soaked in seconds and fortunately she caught herself before she started panting.

  During the entire tenure of their marriage, Annie had looked on that precious gold loop as a symbol of their relationship. It was a matched set with the ring she wore around her finger, and it meant the world to her. Much like her family’s antique bedframe, that gold ring through his cock represented Kurt’s legacy. But it was so much more.

  It was his commitment to her and to the lifestyle they’d chosen for themselves. It was his sacrifice and willing acceptance of pain and struggle for the betterment of them both. It was the perfect tool to pound her into willing submission and she’d never been able to imagine him taking her without it.

  And as a deep flush rose to her cheeks, she was hit with a moment of pure inspiration. She knew exactly what she was going to get for her wonderful husband for Christmas.

  But is there enough time, she wondered, pulling out her phone and seeking the number she needed. Sneaking into the storage room in back, Annie shut the door and made her call.

  “Pittsburgh Piercing, how can I help you?”

  “Hi there, um, you probably don’t remember us, but my husband and I have come in a few times to have his, um, jewelry adjusted.”

  Even though she was calling the same shop that had done Kurt’s piercing so many years ago, she still found herself reticent to discuss the details. With the rest of the world, she was modest, kind, and reserved. With Kurt, she was a wanton, needy, yet doting princess.

  “All right, well, what kind of jewelry is it and what do you need done to it?”

  “It’s, uh, it’s a custom double zero gauge gold horseshoe for his Prince Albert.”

  “Oh! Is this Kurt’s wife?” Annie should’ve known they’d remember him. Not too many people ask to have their valuables embedded in the tip of their cocks. “What can I help you with?”

  “Yeah, this is Kurt’s wife, and I was actually wondering about something I saw in the display case last time we came to visit...”

  FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Annie had a quoted price—twelve hundred fifty dollars—and a timeline. If she wanted to make sure the gift arrived by Christmas, she’d have to place her order by the end of the day.

  Twelve hundred fifty dollars? The figure spiraled through her head as she tried to grapple with a sum of that magnitude. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money? Between her salary and tips, Annie pulled down around a hundred dollars a day, and a bit more around the holidays. But the constant influx of bills that plagued their mailbox made sure that Annie’s “Gift Fund” and “Vacation” jars remained woefully unoccupied.

  But there was one possibility, and it sprung to mind just as she was about to give up hope on her whole plan.

  The bed.

  She could sell the bed. And she already had a buyer in mind. Sarah had been friends with Annie’s parents and knew all about the antique frame and its history. She’d admired it for years and had offered to buy it on more than one occasion. And Annie quickly accepted that selling the bed was the only option left to her to make the kind of money she’d need to buy Kurt his gift. And—family heirloom be damned—she wanted to give her Daddy the world.

  Emerging from the storeroom, she cornered Sarah behind the bar and began polishing the silverware to distract herself from what she was about to do.

  “Um, Sarah? You know how you’ve always wanted that bed of mine? Would you still be interested? I mean, it’s pretty banged up and all, but I could use the money right about now, you know, with the holidays comin’ up, and I’d love to see it go to a good home.” Her voice trailed off as she choked on a deep sigh.

  “Are you kidding, Annie? I’d love to buy it off you! You know how much I’ve admired that bed all these years! I love antiques! What d’you want for it? Name your price!” Her enthusiasm encouraged Annie and she spit out the amount before she thought to pull any punches.

  “Um... twelve hundred fifty dollars?”

  “Hmm, well, Harvey’d probably kill me if he knew I was paying that much for an old bed,
but that price’s more than fair given its history and all. I’ll take it!”

  “Great!”

  Annie breathed a sigh of relief—she was never comfortable with negotiating prices—and moved on the next difficult hurdle. “Um, would you be able to cut me a check today and then pick up the bed on Christmas Eve? I’ve gotta surprise lined up for Kurt and don’t wanna spoil it, you know?”

  “Oh, I get it.” She winked conspiratorially. “Yeah, no worries. Let me go grab my checkbook and we’ll make this official.”

  Before the first few lunch customers showed up to order their patty melts and milkshakes, Annie had made a stop at the bank and had called back to place her order at the piercing shop. Although she knew the gift would hold its value and that it was an investment of sorts, she also recognized it was a tremendous sum of money to spend on something so small. But she would’ve given everything she had and more to show her daddy just how much he meant to her.

  And this gift said it all.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “WELL, HI THERE, HANDSOME! Did I catch you at a good time?” Annie’s voice chirped through the phone, bolstering his spirits and putting him in an instantaneous good mood.

  “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my gorgeous little princess,” he whispered seductively into the phone as he sought out some privacy in the auto shop. The sound she made as the breath hitched in her throat was almost painfully erotic.

  “And why is my beautiful girl calling her daddy during her break instead of eating her lunch like she’s supposed to?”

  Kurt knew how hard Annie worked at the diner and although he wasn’t really upset with her for not eating her lunch, he always made sure she didn’t skip any meals. It was part of his protective nature, and it always would be.