Page 71 of Bought By Santa

“Yes,” I murmur, shuddering as he pushes the edge between my pussy lips. It’s not a lie, I’m so turned on just from his voice that I can feel it. “So wet.”

The sensation is startling, a delicious invasion that makes me gasp. Nick switches it on, and the vibration starts slowly, a tantalizing hum that sets my nerves alight. “Feel that?” he asks, his eyes locked onto mine. “That’s just the beginning.”

Tremors dance through me, and I’m unable to hold back my wanton moans. “J-just the beginning?” I don’t even have the imagination to try to guess what he has in store for me. Each vibration creates a rhythm that matches my quickening pulse. My body responds instinctively, clenching around the toy. I moan again, lost in the swirl of sensations.

“You’re so beautifully responsive,” he praises, and I can hear the raw need in his voice.

My senses are ablaze, every touch amplified to an exquisite degree. I’m floating, adrift in a sea of pleasure that Nick orchestrates with masterful control. “Nick… please,” I beg, the words tumbling from my lips as my body arches toward him, seeking more, seeking release.

His hands roam over me, stoking the fire within. “We have all day, and I intend to savor every moment.”

He flicks the remote, and the vibrator surges to a higher setting, drawing a strangled cry from deep in my throat. I’m teetering on the edge, desperate for the fall, when he suddenly withdraws the vibrator, leaving me empty and aching.

“Look at you,” he breathes, admiration lacing his tone. He takes my hand, pulling me toward the bed. And just as I think he’s about to give me what I want, his tone changes. “But let’s have breakfast first.”

“B-breakfast?” I ask incredulously. My mind couldn’t be further from food, and as my gaze drops to the crotch of his suit pants, the huge bulge makes it clear I’m not the only one affected.

But when he points at the middle of the bed and says, “Sit.” I still follow his orders, scooting back so I can lean against the end.

Nick retrieves a plate from the bedside table and places it before me, between my spread legs. It’s filled with berries, cream-covered French toast, and croissants—all my favorites—and my stomach growls. But as I reach for a berry, he catches my wrist, his fingers firm and warm.

“Allow me.” He brings the berry to my lips, and I part them, taking it from him. The sweetness bursts on my tongue, an overtone to the savory tang of desire that never quite leaves when I’m near him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his eyes locked with mine. Each mouthful he feeds me is a caress, a promise of what’s to come.And then his fingers swipe a dollop of cream from the plate, tracing it along my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, making me shiver.

My lips part as he leans forward, licking the cream off my skin. His tongue is hot, his lips soft, and the scruff on his cheeks, the delicious bite making everything more intense. I arch into him, craving more contact. A buzz hums inside me, and I realize he’s got the remote control for the vibrator in his other hand.

“Breakfast first, Kitten.” He goes back to feeding me, but now, each bite is interspersed with a flick of the remote, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I squirm, bite back moans, clench around the Christmas-themed toy that fills me so completely.

“Nick, please,” I gasp when I can’t take it anymore, the pressure building, coiling tight in my belly.

“Are you done eating?” A smirk plays at the edges of his mouth when I nod eagerly. “Come for me,” he orders, and the vibrator surges to life again. My climax washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me shaking and breathless.

After a moment to collect myself, I notice Nicklas has not touched his own food. Instead, he brushes aside the plates. With a predatory grin, he grabs my feet and pulls me down so I’m lying on my back in the middle of the bed.

“My turn to eat,” he declares, his eyes alight with mischief and something darker, more possessive. He reaches for the syrup, squirting some onto my breasts and into my belly button. Then he drapes my legs over his shoulders, and I watch, fascinated and on fire, as he dips French toast into the sticky sugar on my body.

Each swipe of his fingers is frustratingly light, teasing. He doesn’t actually touch any of my erogenous zones, it’s just… hmm, it’s hard to explain. It’s as though he makes the air moveenough to feel like the ghost of a touch, without the pleasure of it actually happening.

Fucking tease.

“Nick!” I whine, bucking beneath him, eager for more.

“Yes?” he replies once he’s sated in one way, though clearly hungry in another.

“Get on with it,” I snap. “I want your cock inside me. Stop being a tease.”

Chuckling, he places a kiss on each of my inner thighs before getting up from the bed, retrieving something from the back of the room. “I want to try something new today,” he says as he returns with coils of midnight colored rope.

“You want to tie me up?” I ask, my voice breathy. “Like… like…”

“Do you know what Shibari is?” he asks.

The word dances through my mind; conjuring images of intricate and artistic bondage that I’ve only seen online. “Yes,” I gasp, immediately intrigued.

That’s all the permission he needs. “Kneel for me,” he rasps, slapping the middle of the bed with his free hand. “Right here.”

I get on my knees, eager to follow his every command. “Is this fine?” I ask, unsure if I should do something with my arms or my… my thoughts are cut off as the vibrator inside me buzzes to life again, making me mewl in pleasure.

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