Page 34 of Merry Little Christmas
I was wound so fuckingtight. Teetering on the edge of my orgasm, it wouldn’t take much to shove me right over the edge. Thankfully, Cole had ceased his torture—for now. The combination of the toy and his hand on me was nearly too much. Without the vibrations, the truck fell silent. Only our desperate attempts at filling our lungs with oxygen echoed through the cab. Hot breath had steamed up the windows. I had no idea where we were.
I didn’t care.
My brain was focused on one thing, and one thing only:come.
I dropped my head to Cole’s shoulder, hips rolling over his spent cock as I begged for release. He didn’t answer, but seemed to be eating it up. Strong hands squeezed my hips. Not enough to hinder their movement, but a single, possessive gesture. Cole Davis was going to mark me as his in every way that mattered. I pleaded, throat raw and mouth dry from sucking his cock. My blood pressure was through the roof. Despite the chill outside, sweat beaded across my hairline and trickled down my face, my back. My clothes stuck to me.
“Daddy…”
Cole hummed as if he were pondering the answer. Hope sparked in my belly, but I knew it was too easy. His hands began to roam, over my ass and up my waist. Fingers hooked behind the waistband of my underwear, and he tugged them down. Not all the way, but enough to expose me. Cupping an ass cheek in each hand, Cole squeezed. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, baby.”
“Ugh!” I was reaching the end of my rope. I wasn’t even sure how I’d held out so long, especially with that damn vibrator, but I’d done it. Tears poured from my eyes, soaking into Cole’s shirt. “Please—ah!”
A smack rang out in the quiet space, my left ass cheek stinging. Cole instantly soothed the spot, but my confused libido only wanted more.
Oh… this was what I needed to do.
I whimpered, unable to produce any other sound. That string in my belly was ready to snap. If I had to endure a spanking in order to come then so be it.
“Think you can take ten more, baby?” Cole husked, rubbing the sore spot on my ass.
“Ten?” I shrieked, grateful that the trees couldn’t hear. My head reared back to make sure he’d said what I thought he did.
“Did I stutter?”
“But I already had one—shit!” Another smack, this one harder than the last. My eyes burned, and I had to remember how to breathe.
“Keep mouthing off and I’ll add more.”
I bit my tongue so hard that I tasted blood. “Just do it,” I spat. “Get it over with.”
God, I didn’t think I could take anymore. My entire body trembled from the effort. Just when I thought Cole would show me some mercy, he said, “Count them out, Peyton. If you miss one, I start over.”
I nodded, but when Cole raised his hand, I knew that wasn’tgood enough. “Yes, Daddy!” I cried before he could bring his hand down.
“Such a good job,” he cooed, almost as if he hadn’t been threatening me a second ago. He hooked a finger under my chin, bringing me in for a surprisingly tender kiss. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
But as Cole’s palm connected with my ass, my sole focus was on not falling apart before I was given permission. I wondered how much time had passed since we’d been pulled over. It felt like I’d been riding the edge fordays. This orgasm was going to break me. Prying my eyes open, I peered at Cole through tear-filled eyes. When he raised a brow in question, I whispered, “One.”
I was able to brace myself a bit more for the second one, barely felt the third. The fourth began to unravel the front I’d put on. Five, and my safeword rolled off my tongue before I could stop it.
Cole instantly snapped out of Daddy dom mode. “Are you okay?” he asked, fumbling for the light.
He was already inspecting me for broken skin. My head thrashed side to side. “I’m fine. I just need to catch my breath. I… I need?—”
“Here.” Cole peeled my sweaty hair away from my forehead, handing me a water bottle. I happily took it, but furrowed my brow in confusion. It was exactly what I was going to ask for, but I wasn’t expecting him to have itin his truck. Almost bashfully, he admitted, “I kept one in the car in case you got sick.”
He cracked it open for me, combing through my hair with soft praises while I centered myself. Once I was ready, I recapped the bottle and tossed it to the seat next to me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, settling into Cole’s arms when they wrapped around me.
“What for?”
“Killing the mood.”
“There’s no such thing.Neverapologize for using your safeword. That’s why they exist.” His hands snaked back down to myass, and I shivered. The skin was already raw, and I still had five more to go. “Do you want to keep going?”
Like it was answering for me, my sensitive spot throbbed. “Yes…” I huffed, already well on the way to my orgasm.
