Page 32 of Wrapped Up

I've never done anything like this before, never taken control like this. It's terrifying and thrilling all at once. The power I feel, the trust he's placing in me, it's intoxicating. I can feel my inhibitions evaporating and giving way to a strong desire to explore this new dynamic between us.

I wander to his front, my heart pounding in my chest as I let my hands roam over his body. Starting at his shoulders, I feel the tension in his muscles beneath his shirt. Slowly, I trace my fingers down his chest, feeling the defined lines and the warmth of his skin through the fabric. His heartbeat matches mine, strong and steady.

“What are you planning, Princess?”

I lean in closer, and trail my palm down his chest,

“First,” I murmur seductively, “I'm going to undress you.”

With trembling fingertips, I unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his taut torso with each button. When I reach the last one, he's fully exposed to me. A trail of dark hair leads down from his navel, making me salivate.

Leaning down, I place a soft kiss near his heart and feel him catch his breath. “Then,” I continue, sliding lower and caressing the bulge in his pants, “I'm going to take your cock in my mouth and taste you, tease you until you beg for more.”

He moans, thrusting into my touch.

“And finally, Jack,” I whisper as I stroke up and down his length, “I'm going to ride you until you scream out my name, while I take every inch of you.”

His breathing is heavy and I can see the struggle in his eyes, the effort it takes for him to hold back. My fingers continue playing with the button of his jeans, the thrill of anticipation making my skin tingle and my heart race. Slowly, I unbutton them before finally pulling down the zipper, savoring the moment.

“You're driving me crazy,” he gasps as his hips thrust forward. I look up at him through my lashes, feeling more seductive than ever before.

“That's exactly what I want, Christmas Prince.”

His laughter turns into a moan as I finally free him from his jeans and boxers. The sight of him, hard and ready, makes my mouth go dry.

I guide him towards a lounge chair but stop him with a hand on his chest. “Not yet,” I whisper. “I want you standing.”

He raises an eyebrow at me with a smirk on his lips. “Yes, ma'am.”

The title sends a rush of pleasure through me. I've never been one for power play, but there's something intoxicating about having this strong, powerful man at my mercy. I run my hands down his sides, relishing in the way his muscles twitch under my touch.

“You know,” Jack says, leaning in close. “When I get out of these bonds, I'm going to make you scream my name.”

I laugh breathily, filled with anticipation. “Big words, Jack. But right now, you're all talk and no action.”

His eyes flash with challenge and desire. “Untie me and I'll show you action.”

I lean in close to his ear, brushing my lips against it. “Not a chance. I'm not done with you yet.”

With that, I wrap my palm around his length. He's hot and hard beneath my touch, velvet over steel, and I can feel his pulse throbbing. As I stroke him, my eyes remain locked on his face, taking in every flicker of pleasure that crosses his features. His jaw clenches and his breathing hitches, each reaction fueling my confidence.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking slightly. He closes his eyes and moans, a sound that sends a wave of heat through me. “I've dreamed of this, you know. Of you, of us. Every night for the past month.”

I can't help but smirk, even as my own desire throbs between my legs, echoing his need. “Must have conjured me with all that wishing,” I quip, my voice laced with playful cynicism. However, there is a part of me that is flattered and delighted at the idea of Jack dreaming of me and us, together, in the depths of his mind.

I want to know more. I want to delve into his fantasies to understand the depth of his desire.

“What did you dream about, Jack?” I sink to my knees, looking up at him, his body towering over me. “Tell me all about your dirty dreams. What did we do in them?”

His eyes darken, and he takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he's about to confess. “I dreamed of you on your knees, just like this,” he begins. “I dreamed of your mouth on me, your lips wrapping around my hard cock, taking me deep.”

Unable to resist any longer, I lean forward and run my tongue along his length. He groans and tenses, but continues speaking, his words growing more passionate with each passing moment. “I dreamed of you pleasuring yourself while you sucked me. I dreamed of you moaning as I pushed deep into your wetness, begging for more.”

His words ignite a fire inside me, sending a surge of heat throughout my body. I've never been so desperate for someone's touch before. My arousal grows stronger by the second, the throbbing between my legs demanding attention.

With trembling fingers, I slide off my panties from under my dress and toss them aside onto the couch. “You can have those, too,” I whisper before taking him into my mouth.

His taste is an addictive elixir, a sinful blend of salt and musk that sets my senses ablaze. My tongue dances around his tip, reveling in the way his body responds to my touch. He's throbbing with desire, his need pulsing with every beat of his heart. I take him deeper, savoring the way he fills me and the way his breath quickens with each stroke of my tongue.

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