The moment she was bare, I slapped her ass.
Nicky shouted in protest. There wasn’t enough light from the tapered candles high on the table’s center to see the beautiful red marks I was leaving on her ass.
“You take your punishment so well,” I mused. “I think you like it.”
“Do not!” she yelped.
I slid my fingers between her ass and plunged them into her tight, hot pussy. She was soaked.
“Liar,” I growled against her ear.
Nicky whimpered. I pumped my fingers in and out of her entrance, thrusting hard for a few more strokes. When her legs parted of their own accord, when her hips tipped up to open for me, I removed my hand. Her sob was the most delicious protest.
“Ssshhh, angel, I’ve got something better to gift you.” While not ideal, I switched the piping bag between my hands and rubbed the tip against her swollen clit.
She stiffened instantly.
I grinned with fiendish delight.
“What are you doing?” Her voice shook. “Are you…frosting my pussy?”
While the idea of lathering her soft cunt with the frothy icing sent my dick shooting painfully hard, I knew better than to put sugar down there.
“Relax,” I murmured. “It’s not open.”Yet.
Nicky’s hard breathing turned into a sharp gasp when I plunged the tub into her pussy. Not only was it an odd shape, but it was barely stiff enough to give her what she needed. I teased her for a few strokes, pushing barely a few inches in and out.
It might not be ideal, but it was still hot and dirty to fuck her pretty, wet pussy with the icing bag.
Pulling the frosting away, I flipped Nicky onto her back and straddled her waist. The time for running and chasing was done. She bucked and wriggled under me. Her body arched and rubbed against my dick in the most sensual, distracting way.
I brought the piping bag to my lips, sucking the tip and tasting her on the plastic.
Nicky stilled, transfixed at the sight.
With a smirk, I sank my teeth into the tip, ripped the end off, and was immediately assaulted by the sickly burst of sugar. I unbuttoned my cargo pants, and since the zipper was already down, unleashed my throbbing dick. He sprang free in an angry burst.
“Do I need to tie your hands?” I threatened. “Or are you going to be a good girl now, and hold your pretty tits together?”
Narrowing her eyes, Nicky debated fighting me. I almost wished she would, giving me a reason to use the zip ties in my back pocket.
Under protest, she reached her hands to her breasts, pushing them tight.
I groaned at the sight. I squeezed the bag of icing, taking part in the holiday tradition of frosting sweets by decorating first one, then the second nipple. Nicky’s breath hitched as the icing melted down her creamy skin. I added a healthy dollop between the mounds, discarded the bag, and leaned forward to line my dick between her breasts.
The first thrust was heavenly.
“Dio mio, angel,” I panted, sliding between her breasts. “Decorating you is my new favorite tradition.”
Nicky arched a brow. “Are we making this an annual thing?”
To hell if I was waiting for next winter to do this again. But I answered her question. “You’ll never be alone for Christmas. You’re mine now.”
Those words were pure magic. Behind me, her legs rubbed together as her breath hitched, and she choked down a sob.
“Sshhh, none of that, sweet angel.” I brushed the pad of my thumb across her cheek.
“I’m not crying!”
