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“And what about the relationship between the two of you? How do you know that this won’t fuck things up for the both of you?”
Hell, if I’m going to give into this sinful temptation, I need to know that Noel is confident in her decision. Because there is simply no way that I can keep her for myself. As tempting as the idea suddenly seems, this isn’t about forever. This is about one day of giving into our most basic desires before handing her fully back over and into the capable hands of her lover.
My stepsister turns her nose up at me in an act of clear defiance. “As sweet as it is that you’re worried about my well-being, can we just agree that I'm an adult and that I’m capable of making my own decisions? And my decision is that I want youandHolly together—for one day.”
“That’s all I can give you.”
“That’s all I’m asking for,” she replies.
I sigh, seriously contemplating my decision despite the fact that two half-naked women have already had their bodies pressed against mine for the last few minutes.
“We do thingsmyway,” I address both women, first looking at Noel before craning my neck to lock eyes with Holly. “That means we sit down and discuss things first—like the three adults we all keep claiming to be. We talk about limits and expectations, about wants and needs.”
Holly snorts behind me. “Sounds sexy.”
Turning my head back to her, I glare. “Negotiations can be sexy as hell—you’ll see.”
“Negotiations?” Noel says. “This is starting to sound more like a fucking business deal than you helping to fulfill one of my life-long fantasies.”
“Have you already forgotten, baby girl? Weren’t you the one just telling me minutes ago that you knew all about your big brother? That you knew how he liked to play and tease? I’m starting to think that maybe you don’t know as much about me as you first thought you did.”
Noel and Holly share one of those private glances that I’m not privy to, but it doesn’t anger me that they are sharing a moment that I’m not a part of. Instead, I appreciate that they are seemingly speaking to one another, checking in and assessing the situation much like I would with any other play partner in any other scenario.
Finally, Noel breaks the silence, her voice smoothing over me from where she still stands behind me. “Okay, we’ll play by your rules.”
And that—those six words—are enough to have my mind concocting all sorts of sexy plans for the hours still to come.
A few long hours later,the two women meet me back in the large, open kitchen—the place where we first came together with the force of waves crashing upon the shore, when they stumbled into the room after their hot tub tryst.
If the sun were shining, I think it would be high in the sky by this time of day, but with the snow that has yet to stop falling, I can barely make out the fiery orb as it soars over ninety million miles away.
While I was certainly eager to begin our one night of forbidden passion the second the subject was broached, I knew I needed to enter this with a clear and even head—andtemper—or that everything could quickly turn to shit.
Hell, it still possibly could when the two women get a look at what Saint Klaus isreallyabout.
After a quick nap and averycold shower that did nothing to help my aching balls, I scoured the rental for anything that could serve a dual purpose—not only in whatever its true use was but for anything that could also be used as an implement I would normally use on any of the women I casually play with at the numerous specialized clubs and lounges custom built for those with tastes like mine.
Now, as the two women stare at the various items I’ve scrounged up from around the house, I can’t help the somewhat sinister smile that curls the corners of my mouth upward despite knowing that I’ve vowed to take it easy on both of them.
Holly picks up a scarf, the thick, knitted material running through her fingers before she puts it back in its place and moves to a flat hairbrush I found sitting on a bathroom counter on the opposite side of the house. Probably left over from some other rich family who came for a good, old-fashioned getaway, I bet whoever owned it never thought of it being used as a spanking tool on a grown-ass adult.
My stepsister moves with more trepidation than Holly, her eyes widening as they take in a large roll of cling wrap, a spatula, a wooden spoon, and a tub of coconut oil. I don’t plan on using all of it, but I want her to think I am—want her to expect the unexpected when it comes to what I might do to her once I finally have her beneath my hands.
Noel's fingers lightly graze one of several strands of Christmas garland, before she continues her perusal of the items laid out in front of her. “You…you’re going to use all of this on me?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, and while she puts on a brave face, I can tell she is uncomfortable by the sight of the zip ties, leather belt, and clothespins scattered about the table.
I cross to where she stands at the large, wooden table, Holly still at her side. With a gentle hand, I brush a few strands of her hair behind her ear, feeling more and more confident with each and every passing second that this night will be one none of us will ever forget. I’m in control, I remind myself. This is no different than any of the other times I’ve scened with any of the other women I’ve taken to bed. “I’m going to give you everything you can handle, sweetheart. And when you think you’ve had enough, that you’re at your limit—I’m going to push you even further. Until you break beneath my hands.”
While her face remains impassive, I don’t miss the slight tremor that works its way through her body at my words. She’s a scared little mouse, and I’m the big, bad lion that could overwhelm her with a simple swipe of a giant paw. “But first, I’m going to show you how each and every item on this table works—how it will feel against your skin, so you know what to expect.” I turn to look at my sister’s lover, capturing her gaze with mine. Her blue eyes shimmer, her brows arched high on her face, and from the excitement in her eyes, I come to the foregone conclusion that she is the more experienced of the two women. “And Holly is going to help me, aren’t you?”
Holly eagerly nods in assent, almost urging me on with body language alone.
It’s the first time I’ve managed to fully appreciate her beauty. Of course, I noticed she was gorgeous the second I laid eyes on her, watching as that sinfully thin robe she was wearing floated to the concrete patio floor around her body like a billowy curtain floating in a summer’s breeze. But now, as close as we are standing to one another, I can see the tiny details that make Holly a complete knockout. I manage to see the light smattering of freckles as they spread out across the bridge of her nose. I trace the perfect cupid’s bow of her upper lip with my eyes, take in her dark, black hair that is currently not straight but not curly in the way my sister’s is. My eyes continue to take in the tattoos that seem to cover more skin than what has been left untouched—too numerous to count in any one sitting. They drink in her little upturned nose that is similar to my sister’s in size and shape. I admire her narrow hips and full cleavage, her collarbone begging to be left with marks—a not-so-gentle reminder of the one night when we came together to give Noel the one thing she has always wanted.
I nod toward the scarf at the end of the table before dropping into a chair nestled into the corner of the kitchen. At first, it seemed out of place, but as I watched the snow outside fall from the floor-to-ceiling window behind it earlier, I knew that it was placed with purpose. “Let’s start with that.” Patting my lap, I turn all my attention to my sister. “Come here, Baby Girl. Sit on my lap and let’s discover together what type of toys you want Santa to bring you this year.”
Again and again, I remind myself that this is likely her first experience with true kink. That at the age of eighteen, it’s likely she has never had more than a silky blindfold wrapped around her eyes in the heat of passion, that what I am giving her tonight—if she continues to trust me after seeing what I want to do to her—is something often seen as extreme to people who don’t participate in the lifestyle.
Noel drops into my lap slowly, as if she is afraid of me.
