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I should hate that she has me figured out so easily. How she can see just how utterly broken I am underneath the tough exterior.
Yet it doesn’t.
Instead, I feel seen.
For once in my fucking life, I feel seen and validated.
And Goddamn, do I want to feel this way more often.
“Teach me,” I tell her on a shaky exhale, well aware that my eyes are misting over, a reaction I’ve never had once in my twenty-four years. “Teach me how to let it go. To not be so angry all the time, to love.”
In the most vulnerable moment of my life—more so than me slipping into bed next to my sleeping stepsister—I sit motionless as Holly wraps a hand around my shaft. I’m already half-hard, despite the less-than-sexual nature of our discussion, and as she gives me slow, lazy strokes, I harden further until I’m fully erect. Sliding back and forth, her palm caresses me, and that combined with the warm water of the tub creates a satisfying sensation I could easily get lost in.
“I wish I could fuck it out of you,” she croons in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers across my skin. “And while that would be exceptionally enjoyable for both of us, what you need is to talk to someonewhoisn’tme.”
“Why can’t it be you?” My voice comes out strained as she continues to pump my cock, her grip tightening slightly with each downward stroke.
Holly’s other hand disappears into the water, gently tugging on my balls. “For starters, I’m not licensed yet.” She pauses for a moment, as if in deep thought. "And you know, I think I remember my professor in Psychology 101 explicitly stating that itisfrowned upon for me to fuck my patients—and I plan on doinga lotof that tonight, Saint.”
The menace grazes her nails up my shaft, and every muscle in my body contracts, trying to hold off the urge I have to blow like a mother-fucking volcano that’s been lying dormant for centuries. “Christ, woman, are you trying to talk me into therapy by controlling my orgasms? You keep doing that and this is going to be over way too soon.”
“Mhmmm, that wasn’t what I was getting at, but I can’t say that I hate the thought.” I can’t see her face in this position, but I can tell she is smiling just from her voice, and it makes me grin in response. “Orgasm denial? Oh, or maybe forced orgasms over and over again until you can’t come anymore? Till it physically hurts to get hard? Till you agree to take care of yourself so you can learn to take care of your sister?”
“This is just for tonight, and you know it. It’s you who will give her the aftercare she needs—to continue to take care of her long after this holiday is over.”
“Sweet, sweet Saint.” Holly’s voice is huskier now, a smoke-like rasp coating each and every syllable as she speaks. “You don’t have to lie to me, Saint. Did you really expect this to only ever beonenight?”
“Yes,” I tell her.
But she hears the hesitation, just as I do.
Thankfully, Holly lets the topic go, nuzzling into my neck, her hand starting to stroke me faster—with more urgency. “One night or forever, thereissomething I desperately want to see right now. What I want for Christmas this year is to watch you erupt all over my hand right here in this tub—your cum mixing with the water, the after-effects of our twisted game floating along the surface as a dirty little reminder of what we’ve done.
“And when you’re spent and recovered, maybe I want you to take me into the bedroom and tie me to the chair that’s sitting in the corner. Maybe I want you to bring Noel upstairs to our room. And only when we’re all in the same room again, do I want you to use her body however you want, bringing her to climax again and again until she is begging you for mercy. Until her pussy is extra pink and puffy from use, till your cum is leaking down her thighs for days.”
Fucking hell.
She paints a pretty picture, and my hips begin to thrust against her movement as I play the scene out in my head, wanting more of whatever it is she is willing to give me. “You’re a kinky fucking bitch, aren’t you?”
Her laugh is devious as her grip tightens around me once more, the first spurt of my release mixing into the water. “You have no fucking idea, Saint. But I think what’s even more exciting is that even if it is just for one night like you so desperately want to trick yourself into believing, that for tonight—I’myourkinky fucking bitch.”
I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow, I definitely ended up on the nice list this year.
Positioningthe chair that I’ve pulled to the middle of the room facing the bed, I gesture to Holly, inviting her to get comfortable.
It’s a simple, wooden chair, almost more suited for a dining room than a bedroom, but it allows me to work quickly and safely. And while we talked through all of Holly and Noel’s limits earlier in the day, I’m careful to explain what I’m doing to Holly as I work to tie her in place in a way that doesn’t detract from the act of intimacy that is happening between the two of us right now.
Rope play is a powerful tool when used effectively. It can make your partner feel many things—sweet and sexy to devilish and debauched. And it can be extremely seductive both withandwithout the actual act of sex. Just as it can be as seductive to be the partner doing the rigging—tying rope around a person—as it is to be the one having the rope tied around them.
Yet tonight, something feels different. Sure, I’m used to being the rigger in a rope play scene. And while I’m worshiping every inch of Holly’s body like I would any other play partner in her position, tonight it doesn’t feel like I am giving her the honor to be in her position as much as I feel like she has bestowed the honor on me. Like being on my knees in front of this woman to loop Christmas garland around her perfect tits and cute waist is a gift she has given me.
And Goddamndo I feel like a lucky son-of-a-bitch for it.
With a simple chest harness to start, I loop the excess garland around the slats on the back of the chair, already beginning to restrict how far Holly can move. “When did you know she was the one? That you loved her?”
She beams at me, and I take in the calmness of the moment. The way we’re able to talk as we work through this together—setting up the perfect scene for not only my sister but for Holly as well.
All too frequently, people confuse sex and kink, believing that the two have to be mutually exclusive with one another. They think that it is about seriousness and power, that it is all whips and chains and floggers, that it’s all forbidden and harsh.
