Page 36 of Daddy Christmas

Our kiss deepened, tentative at first but growing with the intensity that had been simmering between us since the moment we met. His hand slid down my back, pulling me closer, as though we could somehow merge into one.

The snow fell silently outside, but in Nicholas’s arms, I felt invincible. All my worries faded, leaving only the heat of the moment and the man who’d ignited a fire in my heart. This was where I belonged—here, in this magical, stolen moment with him.

As we pulled apart, breathless, my heart raced like never before. I’d never felt this alive, this seen, this desired. Nicholas’s gaze held mine, his warmth carving out a home in my heart. I reached up, my fingers tracing the contours of his face, committing every angle, every line to memory.

“I want this,” I whispered. “I want you.”

His eyes darkened, a flicker of desire flashing in their emerald depths. “Then you shall have me,” he said, his voice rough and filled with promise. “All of me.”

But I wasn't laughing anymore. My eyes were transfixed on the bulge tenting the front of his drawers, my breath catching in my throat. I'd fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was happening.

I reached out with trembling fingers, gently tracing the outline of his hardness through the soft fabric. Nicholas inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering closed as I explored him. Emboldened, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband, gripping him fully. He was thick, heavy, and so very warm. I stroked him slowly, marveling at the silky texture of his skin.

The northern lights above us seemed to dance in response to our growing passion. Vibrant streaks of green and purple painted the sky, casting an ethereal glow over our intimate embrace. In that moment, nothing existed outside of our igloo haven.

"Daddy Christmas," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you."

Nicholas's eyes flew open, dark with desire. He nodded, rendered speechless by the intensity of the moment.

With deliberate slowness, I tugged his underwear down, revealing his impressive length. I licked my lips, overcome with a hunger I'd never experienced before. Leaning forward, I placed a reverent kiss on the tip before taking him into my mouth.

The salty-sweet flavor of his skin burst across my tongue as I began to suck, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I could. Nicholas groaned, his fingers threading through my hair, guiding me gently.

"Gemma, your mouth feels incredible," he praised, his words sending shivers down my spine.

I hummed around him, the vibrations drawing another guttural moan from his throat. As I pleasured him, I couldn't help but wonder if he was some kind of divine being. Every touch, every taste, seemed to ignite a fire within me, consuming me from the inside out.

Lost in the heady sensation of his skin against mine, I worshiped him with my lips and tongue, pouring every ounce of my love and devotion into each stroke. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, intertwined in a dance as old as time itself.

He tugged me away from his cock, his chest heaving. "Enough of that," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "It's your turn, little one."

Nervous but aching for him, I nodded my assent. He took my hand, leading me to the center of the room. The floorboards were cool against my knees as I knelt before him, my eyes locked on his intense green ones.

"Undress for me," he growled, and I trembled with anticipation. Slowly, I undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor one by one. His gaze traveled up and down my body, lingering on my hardened nipples and the dampness between my legs.

His appraisal was like a physical caress, setting my skin on fire. By the time I was naked, I was trembling with anticipation, desperate for his touch.

Out of nowhere, Nicholas produced a length of red silk, the fabric soft as a whisper against my skin. "Submit to me," he commanded, a note of steel in his voice.

Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart pounding. I had never felt this alive, this free, in my entire life. He started tying the silk around my wrists, binding me gently yet firmly to the four posts at the corners of the room. I arched my back, offering myself to him completely.

"So beautiful," he breathed, running his fingertips along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "I've been waiting for this moment."

"Me too," I gasped, struggling against my bonds, the feeling of helplessness only heightening my arousal.

Suddenly, he was on me, his lips tracing a fiery trail down my neck, nipples, and lower still. He teased me mercilessly, every touch more exquisite than the last. I moaned, begging for more.

"Patience, little one," he chuckled, his emerald eyes dancing with mischief. "I've got all night to savor you."

And savor me he did. His tongue and fingers explored every inch of my body, leaving me a quivering mess on the bed. My orgasm was long overdue, and I could feel it coiling deep inside me, begging for release.

"Please," I whimpered, my pride long gone.

With one final, searing swipe of his tongue, I shattered, my climax shuddering through every fiber of my being.

He didn't relent, however, unwilling to let me catch my breath. He continued his relentless assault on my senses, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back just as I was about to fall over the edge.

"Master," I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper, "please, I can't take any more."

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