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“Scissors and some other toys are on the table beside her,” he murmured, before placing the remote to the vibrator in my hand and disappearing into the bedroom he and Ibrahim shared.
I stared at Piper’s shaking limbs as she whimpered around her ribbon gag, her moans increasing in volume the longer I left her there. My heart swelled at her bravery, to give herself to me like this on Christmas morning.
So fucking perfect.
Tentatively, I reached out and brushed a stray hair out of her face. She turned her cheek into my hand, and once again, emotion overcame me as this woman, who gave so generously of herself, gave her trust to me.
I bent over to kiss her forehead and considered the best way to unwrap this precious gift. I traced my fingers down her neck and up her arms, watching a trail of gooseflesh follow my fingers.
Her pert nipples begged for my attention. I was glad to grant it, sucking on each of them, laving them with my tongue, and pinching the taut buds between my fingers until she whined with pain and desire.
“Do you have your bell, princess?”
She shook it once.
I nodded sharply, although she couldn’t see me. Running my hands over her chest, up her thighs, and down to where her ankles were tied close to her bottom, I groaned, wanting nothing more than to rip off the ribbon covering her sweet pussy and sink into her. That would end her fun too quickly, though.
Instead, I turned off the vibrator and carefully snipped the ribbon holding it in place, baring her soaked core to me. I swept my fingers up and down her folds, tracing the area between her slit and her thighs over and over, until she squirmed, whimpering through her gag.
I hummed with appreciation, then took a closer look at the assortment of toys James left on the table for me. My eyes lit up when I spied a crop. I traced it through her wetness as she wiggled and squirmed, despite the discomfort of her position.
Thwap! I smacked the exposed inside of her thigh with the crop. She jerked away squealing. I listened closely for the gentle ring of her bell. Nothing. “Piper, do you have your bell?”
She nodded but didn’t otherwise move. Oh, sweet mother of God, she was so fucking perfect. I was hard as a rock inside my silk pajama pants.
I peppered her exposed ass and the insides of her thighs with the crop, warming her up gradually before increasing the heat of the impacts. She moaned and writhed, but didn’t ring that bell.
No, if impact play was on the menu, I wanted to hear her dulcet cries of protest, her whines and mewls as I increased the intensity of her pain, mingling it with sweet pleasure. I tugged at the ribbon covering her mouth. When it wouldn’t release, I gently, carefully, slid the scissors underneath it and snipped it free.
Piper took in a deep breath of relief. “Merry Christmas, Benedict,” she said, her voice raspy with need.
“Merry Christmas, Piper,” I answered, brushing her lips with mine. She surged upward, opening them and inviting me to deepen our kiss. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I plundered her, marveling at her need, her desire, her willingness to submit.
When I pulled back, she lay her head back on her pillow and smiled, licking her lips.
I smacked her ass with my hand. “Brat.” She laughed, then moaned when I slid the crop through her folds. “Color, love?”
“Green, Benedict,” she affirmed.
I grinned, then resumed my strikes with the crop, inching closer and closer to her dripping pussy. Her muscles tensed, the anticipation of the pain just as enticing to me as her actual whimpers. Thwap! The crop landed on her swollen, throbbing clit, and she screamed, jolting away from me. My eyes jerked to her bell, which mercifully remained unsung.
“Color, Piper?”
She took rapid breaths, her chest heaving, ribbons digging into the skin of her ribs and stomach. “Green,” she said, tentatively, and then, “green,” she repeated, with more confidence.
“That’s my good girl,” I said, delighted to see her pussy clench when I praised her. “Count to five with me, all right, princess?”
I felt, but did not hear, the audience behind me, as Ibrahim and James slipped out of their bedroom. I held up my hand, asking them not to approach, wanting this moment for Piper and me.
Ripping open the foil packet James had so kindly left me, I pulled myself out of my pants and covered up. With a deep breath, I paused a moment to appreciate the delicious sight before me. Then I lifted the crop and smacked her clit. She screamed and jerked on the table, tears streaming down her face, but never calling out a color or ringing that damned bell.
“One,” she gasped, arching her back up off the table and presenting herself so sweetly to me. After five, I dropped the crop and shoved up her ribbon blindfold so that I could stare into her beautiful blue eyes as I sank into her. She wailed as my pelvis slammed into her sore and aching core, clenching her tight pussy around me. In moments, we both exploded. I collapsed forward, barely avoiding crushing her with my weight.
I lay there for a moment between her legs, my arms trembling as I struggled to hold myself up, then shoved off her so I could pet and caress her face.
“Piper, you’re so perfect,” I whispered. “You were so brave to wrap yourself up for me. What a goddamned perfect Christmas present you are.” She nuzzled her nose against my hands, and I continued to praise her as I pet her, gently slicing through the ribbons restraining her. I rubbed her joints and her skin to get the circulation going, frowning at the red lines where the ribbons had cut into her skin.
As soon as she was free, I gathered her against me and carried her to the couch, where I collapsed with her in my lap, unwilling to let her out of the cage of my arms.
