by E. L. Devine
I raise my eyebrows to her and she hands me the second package, which is actually two-in-one: a longer, larger parcel about the size of a watch box on the bottom with a smaller, jewelry-sized box on the top. I separate the smaller package and open it, a bit apprehensively. As I lift the lid to the small box, I see a shimmer, and then awareness dawns as I realize what these are—a set of bejeweled nipple clamps with a chain running between the clips attaching the pair. I recall that just at the end of our relationship before we'd snickered over these online, but never did get around to ordering them.
In the second box I find something else that's shiny, but it's something I've seen before. It's not exactly the same set, but it's highly similar to the pair of velvet-lined hobble-style restraints that we've used before. They feature a soft, red-velvet lining with a band of leather about an inch and a half wide and a silver buckle. A matching silver chain runs from one band to the other.
Smirking, she coyly asks me, "Do those bring back any memories?"
Dismissing the optional reminiscences I reply, "Well yes, they do. Were you planning to make a new memory or two with these today?"
"Well yes, actually I was. Today's a day for the young-at-heart and I thought maybe we should play a little bit. I did bring out one of my other favorite toys, though. It's over there on the drink tray."
I follow her smoldering gaze over towards the fireplace and see a tray of drinks on the rocks and a gleaming silver vibrator carefully laid out in the middle of them.
"Hoh hoh that is a fun toy to play with. I remember." I make my way over to the fire where she's laid out a large, soft fur blanket and a few large pillows in white silk covers. She follows me with the bow bouncing on her little ass as she walks jauntily and I pull her down on the blanket.
Laying out my new gifts aside hers on the tray, I offer her her glass and we toast the day. It's a bland, generic toast and I take care to promise or imply nothing. Then I reach for the tether and I ask her, "Now where exactly do you suppose is the best place for these? Arms or ankles?"
"Hhhmm," she ponders, "feet?"
"No, I think not. I think, considering my last visit, that for a girl as ill-bred as you appear to be, maybe I would be wise to hinder those hands."
"Now that hardly seems fair or logical," she says. "I like my hands. And I think you did, too."
"Well I have to admit there was a certain joy in seeing you contribute in such a manner. But I find it equally joyful to see you a little frustrated. And joy is the order of the Day, isn't it?"
I take her drink from her hand, set it back down on the tray, and take her hands behind her where she sits. I cinch the restraint tight enough to hold her, but not tight enough to hurt. I then take a sip of my own drinks and offer her a taste, which she accepts. After she takes her dainty sip, I purposely spill a bit of the cold drink down her manicured pussy and it travels just perfectly over her clitoris and down the cleft of her lips. She lets out a little gasp and shivers a little, but I feel the heat that begins rising off her skin.
Next I gently push her down onto the pillows and take an ice cube from the glass. I use it to wet her nipples, which each stand up instantly in response to the cold and the arousal. I trace a line down between her tits, down the defined line of her stomach and abdomen to the top of her trimmed hair and leave the ice cube sitting there as I then take the nipple clamps and fit one snugly to each nipple. She's already whimpering with the weight of multiple sensations and crying in complaint of the ice cube melting on her bush.
"It's cold," she simpers. "Take it off!"
"Oh you can't fool me. I know it's that pain that hurts-so-good. I know you like it when it hurts a little, too. A little discomfort has always been a pleasure to you. You can admit it."
She says nothing but grins her half-grin and looks up at me through her lashes, confirming the truth of it. I reach down and take the melting cube and press it under my large middle finger down the cleft where the drink travelled before, around her pearly nub and down to her opening. I pause there and rub and then I trail it beyond to her ass and take it up between her cheeks before I finally let it fall away.
She watches me with a pouty look of titillated annoyance and I follow my line back up with my hot hand, starting at her pussy and moving all the way up to her generous cleavage, laying a layer of heat over the cold. She fidgets with the teasing and the dueling sensations. Then I give each of her clamped nipples a light flick, just for an added shot of feeling. She intakes her breath sharply.
Setting her mouth she looks at me and says, "Didn't you bring me anything? Why you're still all wrapped up over there. Open my present for me. I'll say 'please'".
"You'll say 'please' alright. You'll damned well beg me for it before I'm through with you. Just like you always do. Always so wanting…." But as I tease I start with my shirt and undress, tossing my clothes aside. I sit next to her unclothed, my cock already standing at attention and ready for action. To myself I bless the phenomenal sex of the last couple days that allows me to exhibit self-control and be patient enough to savor the evening.
I rise up on my knees and straddle her, my hard schlong waving in the air as if calling for attention. I reach for the box of cherries and take one by the stem. I let it hang in my fingers above her, and then I say to her, "I have your gifts here for you. What will it be first?"
"Mm," she simpers, "I could do with a little taste."
I lower the cherry to her lips and she sucks it in provocatively. To be honest feeding her like this only does a little bit for me, although the suggestion of the sucking does lend it a certain level of credibility.
I take a second from the box and dip it in the cold drink. In the interest of my own arousal, I reach down between her legs with it and dip it inside. Her eyes widen as I tug it out by the stem. My finger brushes her as I do it and I can feel she is already so very, very wet. It makes me wonder if she's been thinking about me all day long. Or if maybe she got a little bit of a head start before I got here.
I bring the cherry up to her face and I can see on it that she's a little unsure of this. We've done many similar things but never this and I can tell she is calculating and considering what she thinks of it. I want to know that I've got her in her place, though. I want to know if she'll still push herself for me and I take the cunt-flavored cherry down to her lips.
"Suck it." I tell her.
She hesitates, then opens her full lips and does as she's told. She draws the cherry into her mouth and then suckles it, sucking her own self off of it and the chocolate coating besides. I tug the stem and the cherry pops off in her mouth. She daintily chews and swallows, then licks her lips and gives me a challenging, satisfied smile.
I smile back at her. "Sweet, huh?"
"Mmmm. Quite good. I can see why you've always liked it so much," she says, arching her eyebrow.
It's a challenge and I accept it. She loves to be licked and I can be generous, too, so I make my way down her belly, tickling her with my nose as I go and I take a couple of tastes of her. She tastes as good as ever and I also savor the brandy and chocolate left on her from our play.
I make a slow circle around her opening and up to her hardened clitoris. She breathes hard and starts moving, following my tongue with pussy, her hips slowly writhing. I spend a few generous minutes like this and then I make my way back to her open lips and I plunge my tongue inside. She is near glowing with heat and arousal and I fuck her as hard as I can with my tongue as she gently bucks up into me. I suck her nub and tug with my mouth and she squirms and cries in glorious frustration.
With her hands locked behind her back like this, she can't grasp and guide the way she usually likes to do and she is forced to use her feet and legs to bend and direct my attentions where she wants them. I take advantage of the situation and remove my tongue, hover over her with it and make her come up to me to satisfy herself. It has the effect of diminishing her composure and making her act like a begging slut. It's a nice side-effect.
She is screaming hot and horny now, but at the moment she has nothing between her legs, and no free hands to assuage her need. I like it. I grin and she knows it. My heavy, fully-loaded, cock bobs above her, a drop of cum peeking out. I brace over her head and command her simply, "Suck."
She draws me in with her mouth, sucking firmly on my head and taking me into her as far as she can. I settle in for the suck and close my eyes, focusing all my attention on the head of my dick and the feel of her mouth around me. The warmth and the wet, the softness of her cheeks, and the alternate abrasiveness and friction of her teeth brushing down the length of my shaft. She's locked firmly on my penis and I feel her grip as it moves down and back up my rod, over and over. It's nothing short of exquisite.
Summoning all my fortitude, I take her chin in hand and slowly draw her mouth from my cock, enjoying the sensation to the very end. I want to cum inside her for this final night of the season. First, though, there is one more of her props we haven't used.
I reach over and take the vibrator, flick the switch and touch the tip of it to her nub. She is hot, wet, and frustrated. A look of anguished pleasure knots her face and I watch as she heaves her chest, full breasts rising and falling, rising and falling, rising and falling. She points her cunt upward, getting as much pleasure as she can steal from the vibrator that I'm holding back and rubbing her sex all over it.
Licking her lips, she starts to beg in frustration. "Oh Nick. Gaaawd. Oh God please give me something more!"
"Something more? Like what?" I demand.
"Uuhh. Put it inside me, please. Please!"
"What, this?" I say and I put just the tip of it to her pearly gates of passion.
"Oooh yeeaah." She coos and quickly thrusts up onto the dildo, fucking it with fever. Between the nipple clamps, the teasing, the licking and the withheld vibrator, she can't take much more.
"Oh good Christ almighty," she breathes, labored, "oh that feels so fucking good."
She fucks the long silver shaft with abandon for several minutes, and I can tell she's very, very close to coming now. But this is our last hurrah, assuming I am able to keep my promise to myself, and my mind is made up that I will cum inside her, and her on my dick.
I draw the vibrator from her slowly and she whimpers. "Oh no, not now! Oh God Nick I am so close! So close and I need to cum, I need to come so bad! Please no more teasing! I can't stand it any longer! Give it back or fuck me NOW!" By the end of her tirade she is near to screaming. I pause briefly for effect before I make my move.
Then without a hand I nudge my rock-hard head up against the outside of her pussy, press gently a few times, and then thrust inside her with a hard push all at once. She cries out, her yell resounding off the walls of the living room.
"Hands! Hands, please, Nick!" she begs, wanting to grab me and hold my length fast inside her.
"Oh, no," I admonish. "No I like you just. Like. This." I say, slamming my cock home with every punctuated word. "All tied up and taking whatever I decide to give you," I growl and I continue my hard thrusts inside her superb snatch.
I savor the fuck as I work her over and over, concentrating on every nerve down my pole, relishing every sensation as her dewy lips cling to every last millimeter of me. I put a hand on her ass, which she holds high in the air so as to push her cunny completely against me and take in all of me. It's firm and clenched hard, and it feels marvelous in my palm.
Heat invades my body and my blood boils closer to coming. I take in the sight of her in all her chained glory, her clipped peaks pointing straight up and wiring her cunt hot and hard, her pinked face contorted in pleasure and desperate need, her hair tousled and mussed on the pillow behind her. Her cries are louder and faster in tempo and I feel her cunt grab tight to my shaft as she suddenly pours her sex juices out all over me and comes. She comes hard and loud.
I take a mental snapshot and then turn all of my focus to my throbbing, hot, stony dick, and I absolutely explode inside her in the middle of her orgasm. Familiar pricks of heat and sensation fill my entire body as I let out the most guttural, primitive, pleasurable cry known to man and I pour myself into her. My cock pulses and pumps with what feels like gallons of cum—my Christmas gift to her. I collapse, spent, empty and satisfied, upon her.
***
We settle down in the afterglow, enjoy some wine and some quiet talk about our plans for the upcoming year. As we talk I note the slight redness left from the wrist shackles, a fading reminder of the phenomenal sex we've just had. I relive the visions of our sex play over the last several days.
That is when she finally drops it, the bobble she's been dangling in the air since the first time she called.
"What about us, Nick? This has been nice…do you see any more of us together in your New Year's plans?"
I pause for a moment. I knew this was going have to be addressed at some point. I guess the consideration of it has been a small price to pay for the gift of the terrific carnal pleasures we've enjoyed this holiday. Then I smile and say, "Yeah, this was really nice. I think it was just the right way to spend Christmas. Your present was just the right thing for me."
A small smile breaks across her face; I stand up and place a small, wrapped jewelry box next to her hand. With a smile, I drop a kiss on her forehead. Before I walk away I say,
"Thanks for the gifts, lady. I'll see you next year under the Christmas tree."