Kink the Halls: A Christmas Novella (2 page)

I make my way into the bedroom, somewhat on the heels of Seven. I can hear the bathtub running. In between daily showers, she has taken to soaking in the sprawling marble garden tub. She insists it helps her achy body feel better, and I can only worry how she will feel once the baby starts to get bigger. I probably worry way too much about her, and I know it pisses her off. I just can't help it after losing my parents. If I lost her, I have no fuckin' clue what I would do. I can tell you one thing for certain, it wouldn't be pretty. Just like when they died.

“Weren't going to ask me to join you?” I peek my head in the door to see her luscious body floating in the bubble-filled tub. She’s a picture of perfect beauty in every way physically possible. I’m the luckiest man on earth.

“I’m still waiting on that foot rub, Father Christmas,” she laughs while sticking her toes out from under the blanket of bubbles. She smiles a genuine smile, the first I’ve seen all day since she had to go head-to-head with a board member over something in the employee fraternization policy. That was scary. I send up a silent thank you to the big guy, that I’m actually on her good side in the boardroom. Seven James-Parker is not an enemy I would want.

I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall to the floor while I work on my belt and dress pants, leaving them behind in a pile in the middle of the spacious bathroom. I slide my boxer-briefs down to meet the pile, and dip my hand into the tub.

“You know you aren't supposed to have water that hot, Seven,” I try to hide the disapproval in my voice, but, once again, the worry wart in me shows. The water might as well be boiling, even after the doctor warned her about the hot water.

“It's only for a little bit,” she bites on her bottom lip, and all my concern goes out the window. My cock twitches and slowly starts coming to life with thoughts of settling deep inside her cunt. I can't help it, I’m weak when it comes to Seven. As much as I’ve tried to tone it down recently, for the safety of the baby, I still want the kinky shit that brought us together in the first place. It just doesn't feel right anymore.

It's a fucking internal battle that has slowly been killing me.

“Levi?” Seven's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I’m partially thankful for it, but she knows I was lost in my mind. Her lips set into a straight line, something she often does when she is deep in thought. I’ve picked up on that since we returned from Vegas.

“Yes, babe.” I still stand at the side of the tub, waiting to get used to the scalding hot water.

“Take me into the spare room tonight,” her voice is quiet. Her words are part command, and part question. Her dominant nature still sits front and center in our relationship, but it is nothing like it was the first night we were together. God, I long for that.

“I don't think that would be a good idea, Seven.” I want it, but I can't bring myself to act on it. She lets out a deep disappointed sigh and starts to get out of the tub. I hate that I’ve made her feel this way. Her feet hit the tile, and she stomps to the towel rack, picking up her plush robe that hangs from the side. I can't meet her eyes, because I know how much I just upset her, and it is secretly fucking killing me inside.

“Levi, you have five fucking minutes to be at the end of the guest bed, kneeling, or you can get the fuck out.” She turns and walks out of the bathroom, slamming the door upon her exit.

What the fuck just happened here?

(Seven)

Fuck this shit. I need a good fucking and I don't care if he’s up for it or not. Sex with Levi is good, if not great, but I have needs that just aren't being fucking met. I’m fucking pregnant, not disabled. I’m not missing an arm, or on bed rest. I’m perfectly fucking fine, and I’m not going to let him treat me like a fucking porcelain doll anymore.

The bathroom door opens and shuts as Levi walks past me, still completely naked. He looks like he wants to pause and say something. I pray he doesn't because I just might fucking backhand him if he does. My patience is gone. These hormones are going to turn me into a fucking homicidal maniac before this baby is born.

The door to the master bedroom shuts, and I can only assume he is following instructions. I pray he is. I think of all the things I want tonight. The strap-on isn't doing it for me lately, although I know how much Levi loves it. Nipple clamps sound absolutely delightful right now. Instead of going after him immediately, I decide to get rid of the robe and dive into my lingerie drawer in search of a little something special.

The pale pink bra is one of the last left I can fit into, I push the cups against my swollen breasts, slide my arms through straps and fasten the back. The panties aren't as easy to find, and soon the entire drawer is emptied on my bedroom floor. Ah! There they are! The matching crotchless panties, garter, and lastly the knee-highs. I spin in the mirror examining every inch of my changing body. But something is missing.

Doing another once over, I figure it out. The fucking heels. My tall, fuck me heels are missing. My feet may hate me in an hour, but I’m not going to give them up, especially tonight. This is make or break for our sex life. I need this. I need us to reconnect on this level again. I fear for our future if we don't.

The heels click down the hallway. I pause at the spare bedroom door, take a deep breath and open the door. My very naked husband kneels at the end of the bed in the same position he assumed our first night together. I am left breathless by the beauty of it all. Everything about him leaves me in awe. I know it sounds fucking corny as hell, especially coming from me; but Levi really is my other half. The piece of me I had no idea I was missing until he walked into that club and let me fuck him up the ass.

“Stand up,” I try not to let my voice tell him how I feel, but the words become strangled in my throat. He quickly responds to my command, standing but not turning to face me. I walk to the closet, and open the doors. Shelf after shelf I eye, looking for the perfect items.

That’s when they catch my eyes. The black anal beads are absolutely perfect for tonight. I find the small box with a set of nipple clamps, grab a bottle of lube and make my way in his direction. My heart speeds up, and my breathing grows shallow. Too long, it has been way too long.

“Hands and knees on the bed. Ass in the air. Now.” This time my voice doesn't waiver. My tone is rich with the authority I command on a daily basis. The same authority that has gone lax since falling in love with this man. I have bypassed my own sexual needs for absolutely no valid reason. I should be mad at myself, but it’s nothing to stew on.

One knee at a time, I climb onto the bed, positioning myself behind Levi. I press my hand against his hip, and kiss his lower back. His body relaxes under my touch. Perfect. I open the bottle of lube, and squirt some onto his waiting ass. His body goes rigid at the wet, cold sensation.

“Relax, Levi.” his body doesn't immediately relax, but I continue priming him for my plan, which I know he will enjoy immensely. I press the first ball against his waiting hole, and he gives in to the pleasure and pain. His body pushes back against my hand.

“You like that?” He bites onto the pillow under his head and grunts in reply. I know he likes it. He loves it. I apply more lube, and push the second, then the third. With each new bead his moans of ecstasy get louder. Those moans I love so damn much.

“Roll over. It’s my turn.” Levi's body drops down, face first onto the bed as he dramatically rolls himself over. His bright blue eyes catch mine, full of lust and hunger. This is the man I have fucking needed for weeks. I toss the nipple clips out to him, and he catches them before they fall to the bed.

“Know how to use those?” I bite my bottom lip as his gaze drags across my body for the first time since I walked into the room. I reach behind me, and unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the bed. His tongue drags across his lower lip and he nods.

“Seven, are you sure these are okay?” I don't know and I don't care. They are fucking nipple clamps for Christ sake, they aren't going to hurt the baby, I don't think? Whatever!

“Levi, it’s fucking fine! Do it. Now!” I crawl across the bed, and lay my head down on the pillows laying back while he takes the tiniest lead I will give him for the night. His body hovers over mine as he takes my nipple in his warm mouth. His tongue runs over it repeatedly before he takes it between his teeth. I moan as he continues with the next nipple. It feels so fucking good.

“Mmmmm Levi,” he clamps the first on my nipple and my body quivers. My cunt is begging for his attention. He places the second clamp in place and I want to scream from the fucking roof tops. It feels so fucking amazing. I can't remember the last time I played with these bad boys, but I can tell you they are coming on vacation with us!

His mouth works its way up my chest and neck, sucking and biting until his lips are on mine. Our mouths meet, and our tongues tangle together in a heated fight over control. I run my fingers through his messy dark hair, he moans into my mouth and I know I have won the control battle.

“Fuck, I missed this,” I push him onto his back. He’s surprised as I pin him onto the bed, and make my way down his body. He does nothing to stop me, in fact he just lays there and watches every move I make. I grasp his hard cock with my hand and I begin to stroke it before lowering my mouth to lick across the tip.

“Remember that night in London?” A smile tugs at the corner of his full lips. How could he ever fucking forget? The first time I decided to suck his dick, and what did he do? Busted his load all over my face, and then walked out. I can't even begin to tell you how pissed I was. “You were such a brazen little boy that night.” I laugh a little while I lower my mouth and take his cock in my mouth. The perfectly cut tip hits the back of my throat and I suck roughly. His balls tense in my palm as I run my lips back to the tip. His cock falls from my lips with a pop.

“You thought you could just get away with that, huh? I have to admit, it was cute.” I work my mouth up his body, biting each nipple while he continues to watch me with anticipation. “I never paid you back for that. I am going to have to come up with something good one of these days.”

I sit up, straddling his hard body, and position my soaked pussy at the tip of his waiting dick. I want it just as bad as he does. I always want to feel his perfect cock deep inside my cunt. I will never get enough of it. It is like that boy's dick was made entirely for my amusement.

I slowly lower my pussy down onto his waiting cock, taking it inch-by-inch until it can't go any farther. His balls press against my ass cheeks, and I feel the tip of his dick pushing against my cervix.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. He is breaking the rules, but I love it when he is vocal while we are fucking. Dirty talk just drives me fucking crazy.

“Permission to speak. Fuck.” I let out a strangled moan and grind my cunt down over his dick again before I can compose myself enough to continue my thought. “Talk dirty to me baby, tell me what you are thinking, Levi.”

He yells in pleasure. Literally fucking screams and grabs my hips encouraging me to fuck him faster. I'll never let him know it, but I love it when he is rough with me. I continue to grind my cunt down on him, I can feel his balls throbbing under my ass. I can feel his dick twitching within me.

“Your pussy feels so good baby. So fucking good,” he tries to speak but he just can't get the words out. I know the feeling. If I was to try and say anything right now, it wouldn't even come out as fucking English. It feels too good.

I compose myself, while I continue to work my soaking wet pussy up and down his cock.

“When I’m about to come, take the fucking clamps off.” He groans, and I reach my hand down between our bodies and my fingertips run across my hard clit roughly. I moan and gasp working at my release.

“Now Levi!” his hands leave my hips, and pull the clamps off in one swift movement. The blood rushes back to my nipples as my orgasm crashes through my body.

“FUCK! Oh god!” I scream as wave after wave of pleasure cascades through me. His hands grab my hips again and he slams deep inside me a couple more times before I can feel him emptying into my hot cunt.

“What the FUCK?” I open my eyes, and find Levi staring at me with a look of horror. His dick is still deep within me while he looks worried? Or maybe scared? What the fuck? I look down between our bodies to see white liquid all over his chest, and a spot on the comforter.

“What the fuck?” I swipe my finger across it, expecting it to be his come? Although, I swear I just fucking felt him get off inside me.

“Seven, your tits are leaking!” I look down, and sure as shit. The white stuff is leaking from both of my nipples. What in the fucking hell is that? And why the fuck is it coming from my god damn tits?!?!

“Levi, what the fuck is it?” Yes, Levi M.D. What is coming from my tits, because I know you should be a fucking expert in nipple seepage.

“Um, Seven. That is milk.” Milk? What? Why would I have fucking milk coming on my tits? I am not some kind of fucking farm animal.