Page 43 of Christmas With The Kings
I trailed a hand over her breasts lightly, refocusing her—calming her. “I have to tell you…seeing you like this, completely at my mercy, makes me desperate for you.”
And I meant it in the deepest way.
“I want you to do me a favor. Take a deep breath. Good girl,” I said as she did one and followed it up with another. “You’re doing beautifully. I want you to think of the ropes like they’re my arms wrapped around you, tight and unyielding.”
She relaxed once more and calmed.
“Now are you ready for Daddy to play?”
A soft whimper was all I needed to hear. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her temple. “Color, malyshka?”
She inhaled shakily, her voice breathy and sure. “Green now, Daddy.”
That was my good girl. I kissed the center of her forehead, the softest touch of devotion, and reached for the heart-shaped bottle I’d tucked near the chaise. Unscrewing the top, I dipped the applicator into the glossy, rich cocoa paint and brought it up.
“Open those pretty lips for me,” I said.
She obeyed instantly, mouth parting, breath trembling. I dragged the applicator across her bottom lip, slow and thick, until a decadent sheen caught in the firelight. Her tongue peeked out on instinct, the tiniest flick to taste the edge of what I gave her.
“Ah-ah,” I warned, my voice deep with playful threat. I leaned down, letting the tip of my nose brush hers. “Don’t you fucking dare lick that. That’s my job.”
She whimpered, lip quivering now as she fought the urge. I hummed and dipped the brush again.
“Now,” I murmured, trailing the applicator from the hollow of her throat to her collarbone, “let’s make you even more beautiful.”
I painted in slow, sinuous strokes—each one a ribbon of chocolate across her skin. I traced the tops of her breasts, dusting her nipples playfully. The tension in her muscles grew with each pass. The hunger rolled off her. Tiny moans and whimpers registered as I continued.
I followed the line of rope crisscrossing her sternum, adding a swirling line of paint that intersected with each knot. My fingers moved after the brush, smearing warmth into her flushed skin.
I painted along the soft curve of her ribcage, then across her belly, writing nothing and everything in looping patterns. Her thighs twitched, and her breath caught when I let the brush wander toward the rope at her hips.
“This,” I murmured, brushing along the edge of one bound thigh, “is what obedience gives me. Access. To your body. To your mind. To your soul.”
She swallowed thickly, her hips shifting in the ropes.
“You give so freely, baby. So fully. And I’m going to savor every inch of it.”
I drew the brush down the inside of her thigh, avoiding the heat between her legs completely. Teasing her. Worshiping her. Preparing her.
And when she was done being properly painted, I began to feast. I licked every inch, starting with her neck. When I got to her nipples, I sucked one into my mouth. I moaned my appreciation as I flicked the now-hard bud with my tongue.
She panted as I switched and arched, writhing against the bonds. Over and over, I teased her nipples until she was close to orgasm, loving that I could easily get her there by playing with her breasts.
“Not yet,” I huffed as I sucked the other one back into my mouth.
Her body responded with a violent shudder as she worked to control it. Once I knew she was on the verge of letting go again, I stopped. Yanking her to the end of the chaise lounge, I let her head hang over the edge.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, and I ran the tip of my engorged cock over her lips, adding precum to the body paint. With her wrists tied, I was in complete control of how deep and fast this was going to be. I leaned over and pushed forward into her willing mouth, groaning as she sucked me back.
I slid in deeper, needing to feel her throat closing around me, sheathing me fully. I held my cock still until she swallowed around me. Fuck, she sucked dick so good. I withdrew a little. If I weren’t careful, this was going to be over way too quickly for my tastes.
The little shit had the power to get me there in minutes once I started a steady rhythm. I wasn’t ready for it to be over, so I pulled all the way out. I rubbed the tip over her lips.
“So greedy, slow is how I want you to suck me. Take your time, tip only,” I growled.
She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and did as I requested. I let her play, but her talent drove me insane. The way her tongue caressed the crown and teased the slit.
