Page 25 of Christmas Craving
She looked up, searching my eyes for a few seconds before she said softly, “It doesn’t feel safe for you to not be in control.”
I nodded, suddenly feeling choked up. As if she sensed it, Lanie pressed one finger against my lips. “You don’t need to tell me, not until you’re ready.”
The last thing I wanted to do was trauma dump a bunch of stories from my shitty childhood on our first official night as a couple, so I just nodded.
“I’m glad you can relax with me,” she said. “It’s a beautiful thing seeing you let yourself go. You deserve to experience pleasure. And love.”
She lowered her head to give me a kiss, and I cupped the back of her head, encouraging her to stay close. Her tongue dipped inside my mouth, and I could taste myself on her lips. It chased the sad thoughts away and made me want to give her just a little of what she’d given me.
Bending my knees, I used the leverage to roll her onto her back. I moved my hand between her legs, sliding between her folds a few times before sliding inside her body. Her inner muscles clenched against my fingers as I began roughly fucking her with my fingers.
I lowered my head and captured one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down hard enough to sting. Lanie gasped loudly, but then she arched her back, encouraging me to continue. I sucked and teased first one nipple and then the other while my fingers continued to work inside her body. When I could feel her getting close to her release I moved my mouth to the soft swell of her upper breast and bit down hard enough to leave a mark.
Lanie cried out, the sound somewhere between a moan and a wail, and then she was shuddering beneath me, grinding her hips against my hand she took her pleasure.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast,” she gasped as I removed my fingers from inside her body.
“Maybe we should try some orgasm torture with you then,” I responded. “It’s how I teach my subs to learn to control their bodies.”
She pushed up on her elbows and gave me a stern look. “I’m your girlfriend, not your submissive.”
I raised one eyebrow. “You are?”
“I am,” she said firmly.
“In that case I’ll go easy on you,” I teased, pulling the blanket up over us and snuggling against her.
Me, snuggling. Voluntarily. Who would have guessed?
“You’d better.” She reached down to kiss the top of my head, the gesture impossibly tender. “I love you.”
Her soft acknowledgement healed something inside me. It was like that technique the Chinese used to fill cracks in broken dishes to make them beautiful again. As impossible as it sounded, I could feel all my broken pieces mending together again, thanks to the love of a woman who should have been all wrong for me but somehow was all right for me.
“I love you too.”
We heard a snort, then a giant ball of fur came flying up on the bed, shoving us apart so he could slide in the middle of the bed.
“Arthur, are you pussy blocking us?” Lanie teased.
The dog snorted, laying his head on the pillows like he was human, then he let out a noisy fart before falling asleep.
“Gee, I’m really going to miss this dog when he goes back to living with John and Amy,” I said sarcastically.
“Maybe we can convince them to let us keep Arthur,” she suggested.
I leaned over the dog and gave her a quick kiss. “Maybe we can.”
Epilogue – Lanie
One month later…
“Are you sure about this?”
My grip on Celia’s hand tightened as we walked into the lobby of Club Surrender. I’d never even thought about coming to a BDSM club until I met her, but I had to admit that hearing Celia talk about it had made me curious enough to check it out.
The last month together had gone incredibly well. Well enough that we were planning to move in together. I was spending every night at Celia’s anyway.
Amy couldn’t believe I was going to be living across the hall from her, but of course she was thrilled. We both were. Despite their years as neighbors, John and Celia had never gotten to knoweach other beyond saying hello in the hallway, but now we’d hung out twice as couples, sharing dinner and playing cards. It was nice. I’d worried that Amy and Celia wouldn’t like each other, but to my surprise they bonded immediately.
