Page 25 of Christmas With The Kings
“This has to go,” I murmured, tugging at the string tied around her waist.
She swallowed, her eyes wide and shining. My fingers brushed the knot free, and the apron slipped, sliding loose around her neck. I lifted it over her head and watched it drift down her body in a slow, tempting fall.
She stood there in only the high socks now, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. My gaze drank her in—soft skin, flushed cheeks, the heat building under the surface. My girl. My fucking gift. I knelt in front of her, running my palms up the backs of her thighs.
“I love these,” I murmured, kissing the sensitive spot above her knee. “But I need you bare.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip. I peeled them down teasingly. Like unwrapping a present I’d waited all year for. She shifted, her hands fluttering for balance as I slid each sock off and pressed a kiss to each ankle.
Then I rose and stood over her again, my hand curling around her jaw, tilting her face up.
“You’ve done so much for me in the short time we’ve known one another,” I breathed. “Now it’s my turn to show you how much I appreciate it—by taking care of you.”
Her breath hitched, and when she blinked up at me, I saw the emotions she tried so hard to swallow down. I kissed it off her lips, slow and deep, then helped her onto the table face down.
Her skin was warm and flushed, her breath catching as I guided her hips into place. Her body was on full display. The soft curve of her ass caught my eye. It was still faintly pink from the spanking Bash had delivered that morning. My mark, even if it had come at his hand. I sanctioned it.
I ran my fingers lightly over the heat, relishing the sight, the texture, the tiny tremble of her thighs as she shifted beneath my touch. She moaned, a sound that burrowed under my skin and made me unhinged.
“Stay in this position,” I murmured, giving one cheek a light pat. “I need to change.”
“I’ll try,” she breathed, her voice thick with need.
I brought my hand down again, a little firmer this time, watching as her body jolted, her thighs instinctively squeezing together.
“Yes, Master,” she panted.
That little sound—that tremble in her voice—nearly made me scrap the rest of the plan and fuck her fast and hard right there. I had to take several deep breaths and remind myself pampering her came first, and only when she was thoroughly ruined was my pleasure going to make an appearance.
I chuckled low in my throat, dragging my thumb down the crack of her ass before forcing myself to step away. I stripped out of my jeans andshirt, tossing them over the back of the chair, and pulled on the loose black pajama pants I’d stashed nearby.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I moved—shoulders tense, jaw tight. I looked like a man teetering on the edge. Because I was. And the woman stretched out naked on the massage table was the one who put me there. When I turned back, she was still in position.
My palm tingled with the memory of her skin, and my mouth itched to taste more than her lips. Time to begin. I grabbed the oil and stepped closer to her. She hadn’t moved other than to part her legs, no doubt to tease me.
The dim glow of the lamps bathed her in golden light. The soft instrumental Christmas music I’d queued up earlier played low from the speakers. Piano and strings, something soothing to ease her mind while I did the opposite to her body.
I trailed my fingertips down her spine, feeling her shiver. “My sweet little kitten—so obedient,” I murmured, my voice thick. “Exactly where I left you.”
I poured the warmed oil into my palms, rubbing them together to coat my hands before lowering them to her shoulders. The moment I touched her, her entire body sighed.
“I’m going to take my time,” I told her, leaning down, brushing my mouth against her ear. “I want you pliant by the time I’m done. I want you wrecked and floating.”
She whimpered, her back arching. I grinned and then started slow, kneading the knots from her shoulders, working my thumbs into the muscles until she melted under me. She’d been holding tension here—probably from all the baking, the stress of the holidays, and…us. I wanted it all gone.
“Let it go,” I whispered, pushing my thumbs into the tight band at the base of her neck. “Let every touch of mine soothe you.”
I worked on her some more, and as I leaned over, my cock brushed against her outstretched hand. The little shit cradled it, and with her head turned, I couldn’t help but see the smile on her lips.
“You like?” I teased.
“You know I do. And it’s been so long,” she said dramatically.
“Only a few days, really.”
“You know how I get though.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathless as I worked her back. “God, that feels so good,” she breathed.
“Maybe you’ll like this then,” I crooned before sliding my hands lower, down her back.
