Page 36 of Rowdy St. Nick

“Sounds great! I can’t wait.”

“Good thing, we are going to do things a little unconventional tonight.”

“Yes, please. Tell me more. You know how I like to shake things up.” The tiny lady before me bounces on her tiptoes and claps her hands.

“Let’s get you up here and prepared. I brought you a few presents.” I open the basket and hand her the red gift sack.

“Thank you, Parker. You didn’t have to get me anything.” She opens it and takes a peek inside. “Oh,thank you. You know me so well.” Her smile is infectious, making me smile too.

“Up you go.” I reach under her arms, pick her up and place her ass on the tailgate. Her short, pleated skirt flares out with the breeze, and I get a glimpse at her bare pussy. “No panties? You naughty girl. Now, get up in there and give me one of the things in your bag,” I instruct.

She pulls a leather cuff that has fur on the underside, and I buckle it on her wrist. We continue this same thing until each limb is cuffed.

“What are you going to do with these?” she asks and pulls out four short straps with latches.

“Those, my dear, are snap loc ratchet tie downs that will hook into the truck anchors on each corner of the truck bed. “See those here.” I point to them but watch her reaction as she shifts from her knees being open in a kneeling position to closingthem. Probably trying to stop the linking of wetness that I’m sure is there.

“Alright. I’m excited.” She beams at me again.

“Here’s another gift bag you can see what’s in it while I work to get these secured. I’ve got a lot planned you’re your pretty, little body tonight.”

“Thank you, Rowdy.” She takes the second gift sack, opens it and begins digging through it as I lock in the straps on each corner of the truck and then adjust their lengths so that my little lady will be in a perfect spread eagle position for me.

“This bag is full of all the good stuff,” she announces just as I finish the last one.

“Agreed. It’s time for the show. Let’s get you in position for you to be able to have the best viewing sight possible.

“Yes, please.”

“Lay down with your head on the pillow,” I direct, and she obeys. Then I take each wrist and ankle and snap the strap on the cuff and tighten the slack so that they are nice and snug. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” she states, and I can smell her arousal as I move across her body to get out of the truck and turn off all the lights.“Wow, it’s so dark. The sky is so clear. The stars and moon are the only light. It’s gorgeous.”

“It really is.” But I’m not looking up. My full attention is on her and the way she looks spread wide open just for me. “All I want you to do is keep staring at the sky. The meteors will be shooting directly overhead any moment, and I don’t want you to miss them. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Then I move in on her body, making it mine to take. First, I unbutton her white button down top and see that there is not a bra either. “Have I ever told you that I’m one hundred percent on board with you hating under garments?”

She chuckles and tries to shift a little in her tie downs, but she can’t move.

I sit on my butt and get ready to pleasure her body a good while. Yeah, I told her the shower was going to happen any moment, but truthfully, it’s still at least an hour away.

My hands stroke down her chest, arms, and legs with a feather like touch, causing her to shiver. I purposefully avoid touching her breast and center and I make my journey all over her body.

From the sack, I pull the silver chain out that has nipple claps attached to each end.

“Oh, wow. Look!” Tess says and involuntarily moves her arm to point, but remembers it’s tied down and giggles. “Anyways. It was a shooting star.” Then she looks down her chest to check to see what I’m doing.

"Shooting star," I say, my voice a low rumble against her ear. "Make a wish."

"Don't need to," she mumbles. "Got everything I want right here."

“Nice, but no looking down here. Keep your eyes up on the sky. You don’t want to miss the meteor shower,” I scold.

As soon as she’s looking back up, I take her nipples between my fingers, playing with them to bring them to hard peaks so I can add the rubber tipped clams onto each one.

“Awe, you know I love nipple play,” she responds.

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