Jade rocked forward and lifted her bottom.
“You are a cruel, cruel man, Philip Weatherby.”
“Sometimes.”
But only when he knew she’d thank him for it. A woman like Jade deserved all the love and adoration a man could give. Even then, he was barely worthy of her, though he was trying each and every day.
He took a step back, bracing his weight on his prosthetic and swung the hairbrush. The flat side cracked against the curve of her ass. Jade rocked forward on the balls of her feet and howled.
“I wasn’t ready for that.” She gasped, silent laughter shaking her. Philip loved her playfulness, that even the hard aspects of BDSM, the exchange of power, was done with a smile and a laugh.
Philip stroked the place he’d struck. “Not my fault. I think we need some Christmas cheer. Sing Jingle Bells for me.”
“What?” She twisted to glance over her shoulder at him, eyes gone round, her mouth hanging open.
Jade was a unique woman, all spit-fire and girlish grace. She could be climbing the face of a mountain one moment, and painting her toes the second. He loved the contradictions of her personality, how she considered herself as a tomboy, but all he saw was the woman who’d stolen his heart.
“Sing Jingle Bells.” Philip slapped the brush across the other side of her bottom to even out the red splotch rising on her skin. He grasped the round globe, giving it a bit of a squeeze before letting it go.
“Oh, fuck me.” She grunted as he delivered a harder blow across both cheeks. “Kinky bells, kinky bells, kink all the—ow—way.”
“That’s not how it starts.” He popped her in time to the song, or at least as close to it as he could. She wiggled in place, hampered by her holiday hobbles.
“Crap, crap, crap. Oh! Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh.” He could hear her nails scrape over the chair’s corduroy fabric as she struggled to find purchase.
Philip swatted the backs of either thigh. This might be one of his best ideas yet. He began to hum along to the tune, enjoying her embellishments. The little gasps and grunts as he painted her bottom red pushed him to go farther.
Jingle Bells was ruined for all time.
“O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way.” She paused the song, laughing out a moan as he slapped her sensitized bottom with his hand instead of the wood.
“Don’t break the rhythm,” he warned. The oil warmer on the nightstand must have begun to work again because the scent of apples and cinnamon intensified, wrapping them in yet more holiday cheer.
“Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight!” Jade swiveled her hips, as if that would give her a respite.
Philip turned the brush over and slid the rough bristles over her blazing hot flesh. Jade gasped and arched her back. She was so responsive, so uninhibited. He’d been attracted to her from the moment they met when she mistook him for someone else. He’d been jealous of that stranger for a time, at least until he realized there wasn’t reason to be.
“Oh fuck. Okay. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.” She paused again to moan as he paid special attention to the area just below her bottom.
She’d said once before that she felt the vibrations of the impact deep inside her pussy before. Was that the case now? Could she feel him? Did she want him?
“Oh. Oh! What fun,” she groaned the word, “it is to ride—yes please—in a one-horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.”
He inserted his index finger in the tiny space between her pelvis and thighs. Curling it up, against her body he massaged her slit. Her arousal coated his fingers. Damn, she was really wet. He pushed the digit forward until he ran across the hard nub of her clitoris.
Jade gasped and thrust her hips back, bending slightly more, giving him better access to her. The song was completely forgotten.
Philip stepped closer, covering her with his body, and cupped her breasts. He caught her nipples between his fingers and squeezed. He licked the fingers on his left hand so they slid more easily over the stiff peaks. She tossed her head back against his shoulder, her mouth hung open, face frozen in ecstasy. The garland hung askance, almost over her eyes.
Damn, but she was beautiful.
He knew how to play her body, what areas were the most sensitive. Toying with her breasts was the second easiest way of pushing her over the ledge, flying on the wings of arousal into a blissful state of mind. He applied a little more pressure to her breasts and her whole body seemed to vibrate, quivering on a knife’s edge of arousal.
Philip had never understood the idea of topspace before Jade. Subspace was an often bandied about topic, and he’d played with his fair share of women before Jade to know what subspace looked like on a woman. He could identify the signs and had heard enough about what a submissive might feel when they went there. But topspace, it was a whole other ballgame.
His world narrowed to the flare of Jade’s nostrils, the tendons on the side of her neck standing out as she strained to hold perfectly still and the slight back and forth motion of her hips, rubbing against him. In this moment, he was the orchestrator of her pleasure, conducting her body to highs and lows, drawing out the melody of her voice as she cried out. She was the center of his world. All that mattered. He was a god of pleasure, his sole intent to bring her to the highest highs and catch her when she tumbled low.
“Philip,” she moaned in that tone that said she needed—but didn’t know what she desired. That was his job, to meet her needs. To care for her.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. Stand up.” He helped her straighten and directed her to turn.
Before the accident they used to play for hours. They hadn’t reached those marathon sessions, but the goals of their scenes had changed. It was no longer about simple pleasure, teasing each other until that overwhelming climax took them both. Now it was different. They danced toward the moment when their souls seemed to twine together, their hearts beat as one. It was about the connection. About finding themselves in each other. It was about love.
Jade swayed, her gaze dilated and her cheeks rosy. It felt as if his very soul quaked. How could a woman so strong and resilient, love him?
Jade wanted. Everything. Anything.
Her world became a coalescing of the flickering holiday lights, the scents of apple pie, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears and the feel of Philip’s hard body against hers. She rubbed her hands up over his shoulders and down his chest, reveling in the feel of smooth skin, the small nubs of his nipples and the rough scars.
She wanted to kiss every one of those marks, each a badge that he’d fought to come back to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with hot cocoa.
“Turn for me?” he asked.
Jade nodded. Words were beyond her. Philip kept her right hand in his and spun her in place, as if she were a ballerina. Delicate was never a word someone would use for her, but she enjoyed the sensation of sailing around, held safe by his hand. Windsailing, now that was more her speed.
The lights uncoiled from her ankles, skating across the wood floor around her. Another turn and her calves were somewhat freed. She widened her stance and twirled again and putting a sway in her hips. Her head tingled and the room spun. Her weight tipped to the side, she tensed and wind milled her arm as she yelped.
Philip caught her and half carried her to the rug in front of the fireplace. He eased her down on the plush woven fabric, one side of his mouth quirked up. Even in her blissed out state of mind, she recognized that he didn’t even think twice about kneeling now. The prosthetic was part of their lives now. As seamless as tying her shoes or pocketing her cell phone.
He smoothed her hair from her face.
Two years ago she’d met Philip by accident at her dungeon’s Christmas party. She’d mistaken him for someone else, and that was it. They’d lost the whole night to
learning about the other in a secluded corner. She’d shamelessly crawled into his lap and made-out with him by the end of it, feeling a bit like a kinky Cinderella, desperate to win Prince Charming over by midnight. They’d been inseparable since, sharing a love for extreme sports, comedy clubs and adventurous sex.
She hadn’t been looking for someone to share her life with, but he’d found her anyway.
Philip unbound her legs, coiling the lose length by her hip, casting twinkles of color across her vision. He didn’t speak, but then they’d played with each other so long words became superfluous in moments like these when the body spoke more eloquently than the mouth could.
He grasped the waistband of her panties and drew the badly abused cotton briefs down her legs. The panties were discarded—somewhere. She didn’t care where. Philip was all that mattered. He was the axis of her world, her heartbeat, the greatest Christmas gift she’d ever received.
Philip brushed his fingers up her inner thigh and she spread her legs, eager for a more intimate touch. He planted his hands on either side of her thighs, twisting his lower body and easing down until her hips cradled him.
She held her breath as their gazes locked. Philip exuded nothing but confidence, though it came with a price. Relearning how to do everything, even the simple acts of lovemaking were hurtles they’d sailed over after many false starts.
Philip pressed his lips against her mound. He held her gaze while he created a trail over her pelvis with his mouth, kissing and nipping, sometimes following the lines of her tattoos, sometimes not. Her channel clenched and her abdominal muscles tensed in anticipation. He felt so good inside of her.
Jade curled one leg over his waist, reveling in the feel of his muscles rippling as he continued to shift, creeping up her naked body. Well, naked except for her socks and the Christmas lights still around her chest.
She hated and loved the slow trek. The way he savored her body made her feel desirable, cherished. He traced her waist, nipping the sensitive curve. She gasped as the synapses fired off warnings of impending pain that never came. Philip smoothed over the imagined hurt, smothering a chuckle against her ribs.
Jade narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, but the disproving expression had no impact on her lover. Philip nuzzled the underside of her breast and all was forgotten. She pushed her hands into his hair, ignoring the protest of her sore muscles.
He gently bit the full curve, several times in a line, teasing her. She undulated, rocking her hips up against the hard wall of his body.
Jade gasped, pleasure and pain radiating from her other breast as he tweaked the pert nipple between his fingers. She raked her nails over his back, urging him on, arching her back. Philip accepted the offering, taking the stiff peak in his mouth and sucking it, while he continued to abuse and toy with the other. He switched his attentions to the other breast, his teeth abrading her sensitized flesh.
Arousal flooded her pussy. She wanted him. Needed to be as close to him as she could.
Finally, at long last, Philip slid up her body, the slow drag of her damp nipples on his chest was almost too much. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he lowered his mouth to hers, sealing her pleasurable misery with a kiss. It felt as if a million air bubbles swirled around her head, her toes curled and she clung to his shoulders, seeking more contact.
Philip pushed to his knees. She whimpered at the sudden loss of him, but knew the look in his eye. It was the same hungry monster eating her from the inside out. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She sat up, reaching for the elastic band of his shorts and paused.
Jade pressed a kiss to his chest, just over the pink line of a scar. “May I, Sir?”
He fished a condom out of his pocket. Always the pragmatic one. “Go ahead.”
She drew his shorts and boxers down, freeing his cock. Since he’d given her permission, she took liberties, grasping his hard length and pumping it. She watched his reaction as she gave the end a little squeeze. His cheeks sunk in and the fire in his gaze intensified.
Philip tore the packet open with his teeth and nudged her out of the way.
“On your knees,” he said in a low, lust curled voice.
Jade rolled over, more than happy to comply. She fisted the edge of the rug in either hand and rose to brace on her elbows. This was her favorite position, something about the angle meant his cock touched every sensitive area in her pussy. It was also one of the easiest ways to make love after the scary parts of his recovery.
Jade closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his hands. He parted her folds and inserted his finger into her channel, curling the digit. She moaned, wanting more. The fire popped and crackled, disguising his muttered words. Alternating waves of cold and heat swept her as he continued to stroke her inner walls, enticing more arousal from her depths.
She bit her lip and held her breath as he withdrew his finger. The blunt head of his cock notched against her entrance and everything inside of her stretched taunt, all her muscles holding still, her soul straining for him, her heart beating to his rhythm.
Philip thrust into her slick channel and she sucked in a deep breath. She’d always thought the adage, it gets better with time, was a load of shit—until Philip. He withdrew and thrust again, harder, sending her rocking forward a bit. Her muscles rippled as he hit the right spot deep inside her and she moaned. Each slow drag of his stiff length across her sensitized flesh sent off little fireworks behind her eyelids.
Better. Every. Damn. Time.
He eased into her, deeper with each thrust, nothing hurried at all about his movements.
Jade thumped her foot on the ground, desperately wanting to urge him faster, harder, but loving the slow, savoring sensation of each inch.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her tight, preventing her from moving against him. As much as it frustrated her, she reveled in his strength, the way he held them both in perfect control. It was what made it so easy to lose herself in their play, knowing he did each act, every touch with purpose.
Philip grasped the cord of lights around her ribs. A few of the bulbs poked her chest, but she didn’t care.
He thrust harder, and again in quick succession, sending ripples of pleasure through her pussy.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered into the rug.
Philip kept one hand wrapped in the cord, the other at her hip, no longer restricting her movements. She thrust back to meet him, gasping as he plunged deeper. The sounds of their labored breathing and lovemaking filled the tiny cabin. Across the room, the clock began to chime, beating out a counter rhythm.
Jade felt as if her core were a spring, squeezed too tight. Philip spurred her toward the summit. She shot over the edge, her internal muscles clamping down as Philip continued to piston in and out of her body. She was vaguely aware of his shout mixed with her pleasured moans as he stroked her through the orgasm. She dug her nails into the carpet, squeezed her eyes shut and held on as she soared through a maelstrom of sensation, zipping through her body, lighting up the synapses and stroking her core. Through it all, she sensed Philip, as if their spirits twined together.
His motions became rough, jerky even. All at once he froze. For an instant they seemed to hang in the balance, two weights, perfectly equal. The inner storm died down until she felt a sense of utter contentment and love settle around them.
The clock ceased its chime, as if all time stood still for this moment.
God, she loved him.
Philip moved first, crumpling forward over her and pressing kisses to her back. She smiled, savoring the sweet moment. He pulled out and helped her lay on the rug instead of collapsing as her muscles were want to do. She rolled to her side, pillowing her head on her arm and watched him. He rose a little shaky, she liked to think it was the bone shattering orgasm’s fault. His stride was smooth as he walked to the bathroom.
Jade stretched out next to the fire and traced a twinkling light bulb resting on her chest, listening to Philip move around the room, doing whateve
r it was he thought just had to be done right now. There was no deterring him, so she merely let it happen, content to drift in the luxurious sensation of post-orgasmic bliss.
She loved Christmas, even before it had brought Philip into her life. The decorations, the joy, the time spent with family. Having Philip with her only made it more special.
“Sorry about that.” Philip knelt next to her, clothed once more in a pair of shorts.
He dropped two pillows and a throw blanket on the floor next to her and knelt on the rug. He removed the last few coils of lights from her chest before spreading the blanket over them and positioning the pillows just so. She took comfort in the way he had to make sure she was as comfortable as possible before folding his body around her.
Silly man. All she needed was him.
Jade buried her face against his chest, savoring this beautiful moment. In the kink world, afterglow often coincided with aftercare, the practice where a Dominant would help their submissive return to the real world. Subspace was an addictive high, which made the transition difficult for some. Jade merely liked it for the ample amount of snuggles and kisses Philip lavished on her.
The act of playing within the BDSM structure had given them a language to rebuild their lives following the accident. Without it, she wasn’t sure they would have come back to each other.
“How you doing, sweetheart?” She felt his mouth on the top of her head and smiled.
“Mm, good. You?”
“Fantastic.” He kissed her brow. “Hey, sit up for a second?”
She groaned her protest, but did as he requested.
Philip pulled the gold tinsel garland from her hair and tossed it in the pile of other abused Christmas decorations. There were tiny stress lines marring his brow and around his mouth. Her heart pulsed painfully in her chest. What was wrong? What was going on?
The fire popped and cracked, burning merrily. Outside, she could hear the wind picking up again and flakes of snow hitting the windows. Tiny details like those faded into nothing when they played.
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