Come for Me for Christmas (5 page)

Once I'd
finished with the normal holiday cheer, with the hustle, bustle and pressure of
the holidays coming to a close, I found myself with that typical late-afternoon
Christmas feeling of one final round of celebration and relaxation, and a
feeling of general contentment. The plan was for me to make my way to her house
after we'd both wrapped up our days so I headed across town as planned.

She's been
expecting me and when I knock on the door she calls out that the door is
unlocked, come on in. I find her sitting posed at her Christmas tree. She has a
large ribbon tied around her waist, the tails of it falling just right down the
cheeks of her ass. I guess we won't be wasting any time with niceties this
evening, either.

"Merry
Christmas, Nick." She coos. "You must have been a good boy because
Santa's left a thing or two under the tree for you."

"Mm hmm,"
I retort appreciatively, "I see there's a present there for me."

"Oh yes,
you can definitely have this present, but first I thought you might want to
open one or two of these?" she says, eyebrows raised and tempting.

She lifts her
hands and in each of them is a small gift wrapped in shiny silver paper, tied
with a braided cord with a strand of silver tinsel running through it. It looks
like it's been wrapped with great care but I can't help the visions flashing
through my head, brought on by the cording.

I sit and open
the first of her gifts. It is a box of chocolate-covered cherries with the
stems still on.  It's an odd gift because she knows I don't like the things. 
But she also knows I know she does, and she knows, too, that there is no way
I've forgotten how they've served as a prop in the past. I wonder if this has
been planned to remind me of the good old days.

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.

After a while
spent playing like this I stop and trail my tongue up her belly and then kiss
my way up to her breasts, stopping again to flick her hard, clamped nipples
with my tongue. I kiss her open-mouthed so that she gets another taste of her
lingering flavor on my tongue. There is more kissing in today's sex than there
has been before, and it imparts a somewhat higher level of intimacy.

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.