Page 68 of Covert Desires

Sometimes his dick still gets caged—when he’s been really bad, or when we go away for a trip—but he’s currently out on good behavior.

It doesn’t take much to tease him to full hardness; his dick responds to my most gentle touch like a ravenous animal.

When I detangle myself to flick my tongue over the sensitive cock head, Nico jerks awake instantly.

“Good morning, baby.” I smile, reaching up to kiss his sleepy face.

His only response is a snoozy grumble.

“It’s Christmas morning. You know what that means, don’t you?” I whisper in his ear, and Nico’s eyes pop open fully.

I chuckle, slowly palming his cock. “I thought that would get your attention.”

“That, and your hand on my dick,” he says, looking down at his hardness.

“Is that a complaint?” I kiss his lips, and he nips at my bottom lip, biting me playfully.

“Uh-uh. No complaints.”

“You ready for today, Don Ricci?”

Nico pulls me into his arms, “I’ve thought of nothing else all week.”

“Sames.” Since we first discussed this scene, planning out the details and setting up the boundaries of play, my imagination has run wild, lust pooling between my thighs at the mere thought of what we have planned for Christmas this year.

“The staff are gone?” Nico asks, fighting through the grogginess.

“Yup, everyone’s been sent home except the gate guards. It’s just you and I, baby.”

“Hmm, I like it when you call me baby,” he says, nestling his head between my breasts and inhaling deeply.

“Well,baby, if you can let me go for a second, I need to use the bathroom.”

Despite grunting his objection, Nico rolls over and releases me.

When I return, he’s wide awake, watching my every move as I dig through my bedside drawer.

“I got you something, by the way,” I tell him as I hold up the simple, flat black box topped with a gold bow.

“You said no presents!” he whines.

“Well, you’ve bought me so many damn things since I got here. It’s the least I could do.”

“Kiah,” he protests, getting up.

“Nico, you literally set up an entire art studio for me. And a library.Anda weightlifting gym.”

“I’d set up a Dexter’s laboratory if you wanted,” he replies, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His unmistakable erection presses into my back, and I smile.

“Dexter the scientist or Dexter the serial killer?”

He kisses the side of my neck. “Either.”

“Look at you being all romantic.”

“I have my moments. But I’d venture a bet and say it’s all your fault.” The naked Don spins me around and kisses me slowly, deeply, intently, lifting me onto my tippy toes.

“Well, I can’t say I’m sorry.”

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