Page 29 of Mr. Winter
“Call me ‘Daddy,’ and I might consider mercy.”
“You’re evil,” I whine. The cold is beginning to seep through my sweater and lounge pants.
“But am I still a bitch?”
His question pulls me back to sex yesterday. “You passive-aggressive—”
He’s on top of me before I can finish the sentence. “Passive-aggressive what?” he challenges with his eyes glowing blue.
“Sweetheart? Bless your passive-aggressive soul.”
Jack smirks and nibbles on my neck. “I’m not passive-aggressive. You’re just suffering the consequences of disrespect.”
I wrap my leg around his waist. “No sex or good food until I learn how to behave?” I arch my back to rub myself along his dick. “Doesn’t that punish you as well?”
He grinds on me hard until I almost cum. “You have no idea how many ways I can torture you. Keep trying me, and you’ll find out.”
Chapter 14
Espen
Arden and I have made it the last two days without killing each other. It’s been nice bonding as adults and learning new things about each other especially since sex has been off the table. I want her to initiate it—to be so turned on she dares to take it. Right now, we’re having drinks in the hot tub, nude—Arden’s idea. She wants to entice me with her lush tits and the juicy ass she keeps backing up on me, but my motivations are different.
I’m sitting, and she’s between my legs with her back to my chest. She’s humming one of the Christmas songs on the radio. She’s spent the majority of our sexless days ‘Christmasing up' the place—her words. My only issue is how much she’s making it feel like home—our home. I try not to dwell on the notion. We must go our separate ways after this. I need to focus on my duties and continue to train. She needs someone who can give her the attention she deserves. Most importantly, she’s safer without me.
“Jack?”
“Yes?”
“What’s your favorite Christmas song?”
It’s one of the things I don’t think about lately especially now since my grandfather is gone.
“The Christmas Song,” I tell her.
“Hmm,” she hums and readjusts her position until her head is back on my shoulder.
I wrap my arm around her waist to hold her still. I may be withholding, but that doesn’t mean my dick isn’t hard.
“Hmm, what?”
“Is it your favorite because you’re mentioned?”
“That’s one reason. Overall, I like the more mellow Christmas songs.”
“But if you like your name being used why notLittle Jack Frost, Get Lost?”
“For obvious reasons, brat.”
“Oh, I’m a brat since everyone isn’t a fan of the cold?”
I finish my drink then put the glass down. The warm water sloshes when I turn her to face me.
“You’re a brat for all the other reasons.”
“Mmmhmm.”
She’s not listening to me. Arden is too busy looking at my lips like they’re a delicacy. Her desire for me is intoxicating, and I try my damndest not to get sucked into it. When she closes the distance and kisses me, I know I’ve already failed. I’m back in love with Arden. That technically isn’t true, the amorous feelings were already there. The part of me that always wants to love her is controlling me again.
