Page 26 of Their Little Snow Angel
Either she was turned on as we rode up here, or her boyfriend’s come leaked out of her the whole way.
My bet is on the latter. I interrupted Jonah and Mikayla having sex when I came over to look for Violet, so this isn’t a huge leap of logic.
But what if she was also turned on?
She sees me staring at the stain. A pink blush overtakes her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Clark—I?—”
She stops, unable to continue.
I fucking love it when she calls me Mr. Clark. I used to tell her to call me by my first name, but when she never took to it, I gave up. I’m glad, now.
“You have an excuse?” I stare down at her, noticing her pert little tits with the nipples hard, poking against the fabric of her dress. “I’m waiting.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll pay for a cleaning.”
She’ll do no such thing. I want that mark there.
“Is it your arousal, or Jonah’s come?” I gesture toward the stain. “Or is it both?”
Her cheeks turn a deeper pink. “Both. I think.”
“Get in. We’ll have a conversation on the way home.”
Violet
One year later…
Christmas morning at the cabin. This time, there’s only a light dusting of snow. No storm. The power never went out. We have a tree with a handful of ornaments, little baubles we’ve gathered to commemorate milestones. Tiny cameras I picked out for the guys. A plastic ornament that is supposed to be a Christmas tree but looks more like a ribbed dildo—that was Brody’s find. Actual nipple clamps hooked to the branches—those were Heath’s contribution.
Now, Brody lies on the floor and I straddle him, sliding back and forth on his erect cock.
“Don’t tease me, angel,” he warns.
“Oh, all right.” Grinning at him, I grip his base and hold him in place while I slide all the way down. As always, he fills me fully and perfectly. My body was made to accommodate their cocks, to take pleasure from them. And their bodies were made for me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Heath kneels nearby, hand on his own cock while he gazes at us. “It just needs one final touch.”
He reaches for the clamps on the tree. I whimper with equal parts excitement and fear.
Brody leans up and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He licks and sucks, scrapes his teeth over the hard peak, getting me ready for the clamp.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
Heath’s voice is rough, and his breath tickles my shoulder. “You like what Daddy Brody is doing to you, angel?”
My eyes flutter shut so I can focus on the sensations. “Yes, Daddies. I love it.”
That’s one of our favorite games, where they’re my big, adoring Daddy doms, and I’m their sweet little girl.
Heath affixes both clamps. I inhale at the sharp pain, but it’s already transforming to pleasure. My clit throbs with it.
“I hope you love what I’m about to do to you.” Heath pats my ass, then drips lube over my crack. He spreads it around, pressing his fingers inside, making sure I’m ready for him. He loves taking me hard, and it’s sweet how he does the extra work to prepare me. “I’m going to fuck your tight little hole. Can’t wait to watch you writhe while I slam into you.”
I shake my hips back and forth, hoping to tempt him.
The movement causes Brody to groan and grip my waist. “Babe, you’re killing me.”
Heath gently presses my back so that I’m lying flat against Brody. My nipples rub over his chest as Brody moves in slow, easy strokes. The clamps hurt and feel good and all of my pain and pleasure nerves are contorting into a heady, delicious mix.
