Page 34 of Holiday Power Play

The thought barely has time to formulate when I hear footsteps coming up behind me. A box is dropped beside me.

“Don’t you think we should start with the lights?” Trevor says.

“Oh… yeah, I guess that would make sense.”

He reaches into the box and pulls out a string of lights, unrolling them. “We should test them out first. Make sure they work.”

“Mmhmm,” I hum back.

“What’s wrong, Lana. You seem a little nervous,” he eyes me as he continues to unroll the string of lights.

“I’m not. I’m fine.” Ah shit. I did it again. I’m totallynotfine. I’m currently imagining him using those lights to do things with me, and I really, really shouldn’t.

He watches me closely and hands me the end of the string. “Here hold this while I plug them in.”

I take the lights, and his hand brushes against mine. Briefly but enough to send a shiver up my arm. I’m way too on edge.

Why did I have to get so vulnerable with him? I wish I could just take it all back.

Trevor, who still hasn’t put on a shirt, bends down and sticks the plug into the socket. The lights blink to life and all the colors make the space instantly feel like the holidays.

“They work,” he says.

“They do. Listen,” I look back to make sure my brother isn’t around. “About what I said up there. Can we just keep that between the two of us? It’s not something I really want people to know. You know?”

Trevor licks his lips and walks over to me. He takes the lights in my hand and in one swift motion, takes my wrists and winds the string around them, creating a quick knot with them.

“What are you doing?” I breathe out.

“Testing the tie,”, he pulls it toward him. Then he takes one hand, backs me up against the wall next to the fireplace, and tugs the lights so that my hands go up over my head, exposing me to him.

“You’re telling me you don’t want people to know that you liked to get fucked well, little grinch?”

His hips pin me against the wall, and as he does, I feel his erection right on my stomach. Hard and thick as he watches my breath rising and falling. I try to pull my arms down, but he tightens his grip.

“You want to be tied up, you naughty girl. Admit that you like this. Admit that you want more,” he teases, whispering against my ear.

“No,” I breathe out.

“No, you won’t admit it? Or no, you don’t want it?”

I gulp. “I won’t admit it.”

A grin spreads across his face. “But you already did, little grinch.”

He’s looking down at me, his eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips, then back up.

I do like this. I like it so much. Nobody’s ever taken liberties like this… but then again, nobody’s ever just asked.

But Trevor did.

His chest is on mine and i’m sure he can feel my nipple hardening through my shirt.

He leans in and whispers against my lips. “Don’t play coy now, Lana. I can feel your heart beating against my chest. You love this.” He tugs harder and and I gasp against his lips. Isqueeze my thighs together, craving friction. Wishing he’d press himself into me more.

“How wet are you right now, little grinch?”

“I’m not,” I say, defiantly.

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