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“I’m going to kiss you.”
I hate the way he always announces what he’s about to do. It makes it even worse when I do nothing to fight him.
I shake my head, but I don’t pull away when his soft lips meet mine.
I let his hand snake behind my neck. I let him angle me so he can comfortably entwine his tongue with mine. So he can make me moan into his mouth.
And when he pulls away, trails kisses along my jaw, and stops just under my ear. I stay still. “And now I’m going to fuck you.”
I should run away, but instead, I relish in the shiver crossing my body.
“Lie down on your stomach with your hands behind your back, baby. Then you can tell me how good it feels to be my good girl.”
I should say no, but instead, I lie down on my stomach and put my hands behind my back.
Because it feels fucking delicious to be his good girl.
“Don’t move, Little one. Daddy’s just getting something for us.”
And I don’t fucking move.
Not when I hear him walk around doing God knows what. Not until I feel something soft around my wrists.
“What are you—”
“Stay.”
I look back as much as I can, my eyes rounding when I notice the red ribbon from the fake presents.
He binds my wrists with it, ensuring I can’t move my arms while not cutting the blood flow.
“The most beautiful Christmas present,” he murmurs. I watch him tie a perfect bow before my neck gives up and I rest my cheek against the sofa.
“Did you not get enough earlier?”
“I thought I did, but then you refused to admit you love being my good girl. Now I have to show you what happens to bad girls, then you can think about your answer again.”
A flash of electricity courses through my body.
“You’re not—”
“Punishing you? Of course I am.” In one sudden gesture, he rips my shorts down, leaving them around my knees. “Spread your legs as much as you can.”
The second I do, he slaps my pussy harshly, making me gasp. “You assh—”
“Tsk, don’t make me get the gag again.”
He brings my hips up, making sure my knees are supporting me before lowering himself between my legs.
I can’t stop the moan that escapes me when his tongue probes at my entrance. He pushes in, making me melt from the pleasure. He makes sure to alternate between my clit and my entrance, spreading my wetness everywhere he can reach.
I push back against his mouth, taking the pleasure he offers while I can.
He only pulls away once I’m writhing and desperate to come.
“I think you’re ready for your punishment,” he murmurs. I expect a harsh slap on my ass. A spanking like he loves so much.
I should have known he loves his games too much to spank me twice in a night.
