Page 19 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Getting up from the chair, he led her under the tree and looked around it, picking up the box he was looking for. But before he could hand it to her to be opened, she tugged at his robe, her eyes shining.

“Before we start, I have something I want to give you.”

He looked at her speculatively, and then nodded his head to grant her permission. Kenzi ran to where her coat still lay on the floor and retrieved a small hexagon box from it. Then she walked back towards him, a little bit timid now. Summoning the courage, she handed the box to him, her eyes unable to meet his.

“It’s not much, but I would love it if you would accept it.”

Damon stared at her, and the look in his eyes was flaming hot. He dragged her to him with one hand, pulling her until her body was tightly molded against his own. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, kissing her until she lost her breath. When he let go of her, she was panting wildly and hanging onto his body, as her legs had gone shaky. He untied the ribbon that held the gift and removed the paper around it, his eyes coming to her when he saw a jewelry box within it. Setting the paper and ribbon aside, he opened the box and his eyes widened when he saw it. It was an ornate ring, made of bronze. The design on the head looked like a Celtic symbol, and Damon looked at her. Blushing, she started to explain.

“It means…”

“Mine,” he finished for her, still holding the box and not bringing it out. Kenzi suddenly felt foolish and she wished she had stuck with getting him a tie or a lava lamp or something mundane. She had bought the ring two years ago, at a trinket store in Vegas. She was enamored by the explanation the gypsy had given her about the design and what it meant. But in all her years with Barry, she had never entertained the thought of handing the ring to him. Almost as if she knew he was not the one for her. Yet, weeks after meeting Damon, and mere hours after he had his cock in her pussy for the first time, she was giving it to him. And while she was not regretting her decision, she knew she would be gutted if he refused it.

“Finally getting the only thing I ever wanted for Christmas,” Damon whispered, awe in his voice. He handed the ring to her, then stretched out his hand for her to slide it on. There was a brief moment when she struggled with the dilemma of where to put it. In the end, she slipped the ring on his middle finger, hoping the fact that it was a perfect fit was a good sign.

He looked at it, then at her. “You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?” He leaned in and kissed her, a sweet kiss that involved only their lips. And their hearts. “I think that gift has to wait.” He dropped the gift he had picked earlier and picked a smaller one from the pile.

“Open this one first,” he said, as he handed it to her. “And Merry Christmas, Kenzi.”

Kenzi looked at him, then back at the box. She slowly unwrapped it, pausing for a bit when she saw a velvet box similar to the first present. Her breath quickened and she hastily opened it, and then lost her breath when she saw the contents. It was a silver choker, very thin, with intricate detailing that screamed expensive. But, what flummoxed her was the word written on the pendant that hung from it. It was in English this time, four letters that meant exactly the same as the symbol on the ring. Mine.

Tears fell down Kenzi’s eyes, and she silently turned around, allowing Damon to take off the choker she was wearing and replace it with the new one. As he closed the clasp at the back, he leaned down and said into her ear, “You always wear this one when you go out, you hear me? No matter where you go or what you are wearing, I want to know that you are wearing my brand against your skin.”

Kenzi mutely nodded, knowing her words were not needed. And even though she would always wear the choker wherever she went, she knew Damon had an even more permanent brand on her. A brand etched on her heart.

“You ready for your punishment now?” he asked her a few seconds later, and she nodded, arousal a slowly growing thrum in her body.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, as she bowed her head in submission, her nipples peaking in anticipation. “I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy.”

THE END!

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