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He plants one on my nose. Then each of my eyes. My forehead. My chin.
“Khristian!”
He smiles, pressing his lips against mine. “I can’t wait for the day I get to call you my wife.”
I melt into his arms. “I want that too, husband.”
His eyes go wide, then they dip down my body, even covered in three layers of clothing, mittens, scarf and beanie, his eyes darken. “I think I just unlocked a new kink.”
“Husband?” I mock.
He pulls me closer and I yelp. “You’re getting me hard, my little rose.”
“Luckily your jacket covers up your blue balls.” I laugh.
“They’re only blue because you won’t let me fuck you under my parents’ roof.”
His parents insisted we stay for their Christmas eve and even though their townhouse is huge, Khristian is traditional.
“I never said that.”
“Yes you did. You can’t be quiet, but I could gag you, my darling, then I could do what I wanted, especially if you’re tied to my bed.”
I bite down on my lip. He sure knows how to get me going. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
He grins as he lets me go. Sascha skates past and slides up to me, hooking her arm in mine as we skate away. Khristian laughs as he skates back over to the barrier.
“I’m so happy for you and my brother.” She beams. “I’ve never seen him so happy.”
“I just hope I can live up to his expectations. I know I’ve never been happier in my life, and I owe it all to him.”
“He’s such a grouch, but I notice he’s nothing but nice to you,” she gripes.
I smile. That is Khristian. “He really loves you. He’s always telling me stories about when you were children and your happy childhood.”
She laughs. “Oh god, Khristian was the worst child. Papa says that’s why he went gray early, because my brother put him through his paces at a young age.”
We whizz around, waving to Khristian, and his beaming parents as we pass by.
This has been truly magical and I owe it all to him.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” he whispers.
I nod.
I’m tied face down, my arms roped to the headboard and my legs on a spreader bar.
To say things have gotten even kinkier than they ever have since I started wearing Khristian’s ring, is an understatement.
It’s the day after Russian Christmas, the 8th of January, and we’re back in Khristian’s apartment on Park Avenue.
This apartment makes the one we share together back in Seattle seem cheap in comparison, even though it’s in a gated part of town and is highly sought after. I like having this little getaway.
He’s already made me come twice with his mouth, and now he crouches behind me, holding a vibrator to my pussy as he pushes it in.
Khristian always told me he’d be jealous of me using a vibrator, but when he’s the one using it on me, it’s a different story.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “My good girl.”
