Page 17 of Candy Cane Chains

I push off the counter, my voice a low rumble. "You have no idea."

She holds out her finger, still coated in icing. I take her wrist, holding her gaze as I bring her finger to my mouth. I suck the icing off, my tongue swirling around her fingertip. Her breath hitches, her pupils dilating.

The oven timer beeps, breaking the spell. She pulls away, turning to take the cookies out. I watch as she bends over, the apron riding up her thighs. My hands itch to touch her, to feel that soft, smooth skin.

Finally, the cookies are on the counter, cooling on a rack. I can't wait any longer. I step up behind her, spinning her around so she faces me. Her eyes widen, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. I can feel her heart racing, matching my own steady beat.

I reach for the apron ties, my fingers brushing against her waist. She shivers, her lips parting. I tug on the ties, the apron falling open. I push it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

She stands before me, naked save for her heels. Her breasts are full, nipples hardening under my gaze. Her stomach is softly rounded, her hips flaring out. And that space between her thighs, the promise of heaven.

I reach out, tracing the curve of her waist with my fingertips. She shivers again, her breath coming in short gasps. "Julian," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper.

I don't answer, just pull her closer. Her body fits perfectly against mine, soft where I'm hard. I lean down, my lips brushing hers. She melts into me, her arms snaking around my neck.

And then, the kiss deepens. Her mouth opens, inviting me in. I taste the sweetness of the icing, the warmth of her. My hands roam her body, touching, exploring. She moans into my mouth, her body pressing closer.

But I want more. I want all of her. But first…I have an idea.

I dip my finger into the bowl of icing, the sweet scent filling my nostrils. Ivy watches me, her breaths shallow, her amber-brown eyes wide with anticipation. I bring my finger to her collarbone, tracing a slow line down to the swell of her breast. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin.

"You're beautiful, Ivy," I murmur, my voice a low rumble. "Absolutely exquisite."

I dip my finger back into the icing, this time tracing a circle around her nipple. It hardens under my touch, the pebbled peak begging for my mouth. I oblige, leaning down and sucking the icing off. She moans, her head falling back, exposing the graceful line of her neck.

"And you taste even better," I say, licking the last of the icing off her skin.

My hand dips back in and I paint more of her. I step back, admiring my handiwork. Her body is decorated with lines and swirls of white, like a canvas painted just for me.

"Fuck, I love seeing you painted in white." Soon, I'll paint her in a different way…

I dip two fingers into the icing this time, bringing them to her stomach. I trace a path down to her navel, then lower, to the edge of her trimmed pubic hair. She sucks in a breath, her body quivering.

"Julian," she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper.

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "You want me to touch you, Ivy?" I ask, my voice low, almost menacing. "You want me to lick this icing off every inch of your body?"

She nods, her body trembling. But it's not enough. I want her to beg. I want her to need me so badly she can't stand it.

I step back, my eyes roaming over her body. I dip my finger into the icing again, this time bringing it to her thigh. I trace a path up to her hip, then across to the other side. She squirms, her body begging for more.

"Please, Julian," she whispers, her voice desperate.

I smile, cold and calculating. "Please what, Ivy?" I ask, my voice void of emotion. I need her to say it. I need her to beg for it.

She hesitates, her body trembling with need. Then, finally, she gives in. "Please, Julian," she begs. "Please touch me. Please lick the icing off. Please, I need you."

But I don't give in just yet. I want to push her further, to the edge of her desire. I dip my finger into the icing one last time, this time bringing it to her lips. I trace the outline of her mouth, her breath hitching as I smear the sweetness onto her skin.

"Lick it off," I command.

She does, her tongue darting out, licking her lips clean. I watch, my cock throbbing with need. But I hold back. Because Ivy needs to learn to beg for it. And I'm going to enjoy every second of her pleading.

I want her to learn to submit fully, no hesitation, and despite how good she has been, I want to break down the barriers I know are still there. I want to make her fully mine.

Leaning forward, I stare up at her as my tongue presses against her, cleaning her chest and working my way down. I suck every inch of her skin until I'm on my knees before.

As I lick the last of the icing off Ivy's stomach, my tongue tracing the lines I drew earlier, she squirms beneath me, her body arching, begging for more. Her hands fist in my hair, trying to guide me lower.

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