Page 18 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Chapter 10

“So are we opening presents now?” Kenzi asked, excitement in her voice. Not because she was a Christmas person, but because of the decadent promise in his tone when he told her about the wrapped presents under the tree... and her first taste of one such gift. Her pussy still ached deliciously, more from the blissful ramming of his cock, but she still couldn’t forget the bone melting ecstasy of the balls weighing down her cunt.

He kept a firm grip on her hand, and led her to the table instead. “Not yet. First we eat, replenish the energy you’ve lost, and for what is about to come next.” There was a dark, sensuous promise in his eyes, and Kenzi was ready when his hand lifted her head and he captured her lips in a kiss. The force of the kiss still caught her off guard though, and just like that, she felt the low hum of arousal curl in her belly.

Unlike the first time they sat, this time he led her to the table and poured them both more wine. The already cold dinner plates were emptied into a can by the side of the table, and he served her from the food still kept hot by the warming trays they had been served from. Almost as if he had planned it that way. With the way things had been going, Kenzi could easily see how he could have done that. Still, it felt weird to have him serve her, and her discomfort must have shown in her posture, because after he served the wine, he grabbed her by the lapels of the silk bathrobe he had wrapped her in and laid a hot heavy kiss on her.

“I’d be a terrible person if I didn’t take better care of what’s mine, don’t you think?”

“I feel like I should be the one serving you.” She lifted her hand and fisted it in his robe, her action possessive, even though there was no threat anywhere to be found.

“Kenzi, you are to do what I want you to do. And now, I want you to eat and relax. Trust me, you’ll need to save your energy for what is to come.”

He moved back to his place at the table, and after raising his glass, lifted it to his lips. Still, Kenzi waited until he lifted his fork before she also picked up hers and began to eat.

“I asked before and you said you had no plans for today. Don’t you have any family or siblings you can spend the holiday with?”

“Not really, no.” It was clear he thought her answer vague, so she elaborated. “There’s my foster parents, but it’s been a while since I spoke with them.”

“Bad childhood?” he asked.

“No, ordinary childhood. Too boring, actually. I guess I left at eighteen and never looked back.” She thought about it and for the first time realized how callous that sounded. “They aren’t bad people, they just didn’t understand me.”

“Trust me, I understand what you mean more than you think.” A rueful smile appeared on his face, and he paused with his fork midair. “Would you believe me if I said that I learned to drive a tractor before I ever rode a car, and had a cow as a pet?”

Kenzi’s eyes went round with shock and she gulped. “You’re telling me you grew up on a farm?”

“Yep, even had sex for the first time on a bed hay.”

“I’d never have guessed that about you.” Kenzi stared at him across the table, his features highlighted by the dim lights in the room, and she realized she knew next to nothing about him. Apart from the fact that he was rich, which she got from Debbie... and practically every page that existed online about him. She also knew that even though there was no mention of him actually being in a relationship, there were plenty of pictures of him escorting various beautiful women to one social function or the other. Suddenly she was wondering what role she would be playing in his life. Would she be required to attend these functions with him? Or, did he see her as a bedroom plaything, a sexual partner only to be seen and heard in the privacy of his home?

“What are you thinking about?” he asked gently, and Kenzi realized she had been unable to hide her emotions from him.

She thought about lying, but realized there was too much at stake for her to ignore this. “I was just thinking of all those women seen with you in public. You know, how they all look beautiful and intelligent. I can’t measure up to them. Hell, if I knew the truth of who you were in the beginning, I would never have agreed to any of this. But I didn’t, and now...” she looked up at him, willing him to say something, anything that wouldn’t make her feel stupid. But he just kept quiet and kept on looking at her. So she had no choice but to keep talking. “I know next to nothing about you. Only that you like to tie up women and spank them, before fucking them senseless. I know you are stinking rich, and today I’m just finding out that you grew up on a farm.”

“Really, is that all you know about me?” Damon looked at her, and Kenzi wondered what he meant by that.

“How about how I make you feel when I make you do my bidding? And the thrill you get from pleasing me? How about the way your clit gets hard when you call me ‘Daddy’ or when I spank you? Do you want to tell me you don’t know how you make me feel when your cunt is wrapped around my cock, or my tongue is drinking in your pussy? More than all that, Kenzi, you want to tell me you don’t know what your heart is telling you about me?”

Kenzi looked at him, his words driving her to arousal as they usually did. But even as her clit tingled in anticipation, she finally looked at him and admitted what he wanted her to say.

“I guess I was wrong before. I do know how you make me feel when you punish me, the joy I get from getting to call you ‘Daddy,’ and the pleasure that I get from being soaked by you. I also know how you look at me; like I am yours and you would share me with no one. It makes me feel precious. My heart, it beats wildly when you come near me, like a metal detector going crazy for hidden treasure. And even as I tried to convince myself that there is no way a human could feel about you the way I do, I can’t help the fear in my heart that tells me that I may lose you one day.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on her across the table. “Stand up,” he ordered, and she complied immediately, the breath in her body leaving with a whoosh. “Take off the robe.”

She did, leaving herself clad only in the silver jewelry he had given her. She felt exotic, like a slave girl being brought before her master at an auction block. Or a very good girl, modeling her Christmas present for her daddy. He lifted his hand and crooked his finger, beckoning her and she walked towards him slowly, the heavy weight of her breast swaying gently. She got to him, and that was when she saw the tent in his robe, his erection pushing the cloth out of the way until she could spy the tip of his cock, and the drop or pre-cum on it. Kenzi’s pussy clenched and cried out, her clit hardening even more. She wanted to drop down and taste that pre-cum, but held herself back.

“There have been other women, Kenzi,” he said, placing a hand on the curve of her ass. “You are not the first person to taste my cock, or feel the sting of a whip in my hand. These hands have made other women scream in pain, and then in pleasure that can be gotten only through pain. If you want me to tell you that you would be the last, you will be. It’s always going to be about you and me, and this thing between us. It’s always going to be about the fact that your obedience is the only thing that would keep my cock hard. Your submission is the only thing that arouses me. But even more than all that, no matter what happens, my heart I keep with you. Do you know what that means?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, smiling up at him as joy filled her heart.

“Good. Now, ask me anything you want to know about me. You alone have the right to the innermost part of who I am.”

“Maybe another time, Daddy,” Kenzi said, his heartfelt declaration enough to put her worries at bay. She recognized the honor he gave to her in agreeing to open up about himself, and she knew him enough to know that it, more than anything, meant she also had a grip on a part of his soul. Just like he had a grip on hers.

“I think I want to open my gift now, Daddy,” she said, her eyes fluttering seductively.

“Are you making a demand, girl?” he asked. Kenzi quickly lowered her head, her pussy spasming at the intended promise. “I think you need another whipping.”

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