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“Lucinda.” He says my name with utter disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
I’ve begged him to wear the reindeer thong for years. Never once have I gotten him to submit, but something tells me today just might be that day.
“Oh, I’m as serious as the snow still embedded in my hair, my dear Finnigan.” I grab both sides of his boxers and yank them down, then smack his ass. “Reindeer now.”
There’s a red mark in the shape of my hand on his backside as he moves with his shoulders slumped toward our bags.
The smirk on my face only grows as he digs through his clothes. I know it’s in there because I made sure before we left. He won’t be getting out of this. He might have if he’d been a good boy during this weekend, but that didn’t happen.
He turns toward me, the holiday-themed thong hanging from his fingers. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“You don’t have to, but know the consequences will only get worse.” I flutter my lashes at him, and he groans.
“This is torture, but I know if I don’t do this at least once, you’re never going to stop,” he says as he bends to put the reindeer exactly where I’ve been dying to see it since Cait gave him the gag gift.
He keeps his back to me, but it’s almost as entertaining as I know the front will be. I watch as he slides the thong up his muscled thighs and over his hips, the string of material disappearing between his ass cheeks that flex from what I assume is a very awkward sensation for him.
I have to cover my mouth with one hand to hold back my laugh. This is supposed to be a punishment, which means I have to remain in control at all times.
But as soon as he turns around and I see the “nose” of the reindeer starting to…rise, I lose all restraint.
Laughter bursts from me until I snort and have to hold my stomach.
“You’re the cruelest person on Earth,” Finn mutters, standing there like someone just stole his puppy, but also…like he’s enjoying this if the way he’s filling out the reindeer sleeve is anything to be believed.
I reach for my phone and before he can move or cover himself, I’ve snapped two pictures. This is a moment I can’t depend on my memory to accurately remember for the rest of our lives.
“Lucinda Morrow,” he growls, eyes narrowing and a rumble in his chest. “Delete those now.”
This time he stalks toward me, but I shake my head, still chuckling. “Not a chance in hell.”
“I mean it.” His voice is deep and one hell of a turn-on as he approaches and towers over me.
My eyes flick up toward him as I tuck my phone away. “What are you going to do if I don’t, huh?”
“It’s not what I will do,” he says confidently. “It’s what I won’t do, and that’s showing you what this reindeer is fully capable of.”
His hard cock brushes against my stomach, heating my skin as the rest of him stays just far enough away from me to drive me crazy.
And just like that, I’ve lost control of the situation.
“How about I keep the pictures, but I swear on our children that the image is for my eyes only so that when we’re old and grey, we can look back on this night, maybe even recreating it as a new holiday tradition.”
“Do I get to pin you to the bed and do whatever I want in this new tradition you’re wanting to create?” he asks, voice husky as his eyes peer down at me.
Damn it. He knows I can’t resist him when he gets all dominant with me.
“Anything andeverything.” My breathing gets heavier, and I reach for the now fully erect reindeer, but he takes a step back out of my reach.
“You swear?” he asks, locking me into my words.
“I swear on my favorite sword,” I say, since the thought of swearing on my children for this kind of thing actually seems utterly screwed up.
His grin finally snaps into place, and he has his hands cupping my face in the next second. “Then, we have a deal.”
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
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