Page 76 of Naughty Santa Daddy

I assume the position, scooching down until the pillow is right under my head. I can hear Massimo enter the room and hisclothes being discarded. The sound of his belt hitting the hard floor sends a tingle down my spine.

Massimo stays silent as he kneels on his side of the bed. Just as I’m about to ask what he’s doing, his hands wrap around my wrists, pressing them together and raising them above my head. Something smooth and cool touches my skin. What is he doing? My skin pinches slightly as Massimo binds my wrists together.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying not to panic as I tug slightly.

“Hold still,” Massimo growls. The material is wrapped around my wrists a few more times before I hear it clinking against the wrought iron bed frame, probably being wrapped around that too. The sound of something being pushed into a wall, making that light pop sound. Two more seconds and a bright glow is shining above my head.

“Did you seriously just tie me to the bed with Christmas lights?” I ask, dumbfounded. Who knew Mr. Grinch, who wouldn’t even make a Christmas cookie, would want to be so festive?

“I like the way you look tied to my bed all lit up,” Massimo rumbles as he moves to hover over me. “I bet the lights aren’t the only thing lit up.” He lightly trails a finger from where my wrists are bound down the side of my body until he reaches my cunt that’s been aching for him all day. His finger drags up my slit, proving him right.

I gasp at the contact, my hips rising as they try to follow his hand.

“Your pussy is soaked,Tesoro.” He circles my entrance, hinting at what’s to come but not yet giving it to me. “Do you want this cock? It’s weeping for your cunt.” With his free hand, he gives himself a hard stroke. Precum is dripping off the fat, mushroom head.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I want it.”

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

He’s going to do this now?

“I don’t know what that is,” I answer, not quite ready to give in even though my body is betraying me.

Two fingers slam into me without warning, making a long moan escape.

“Shh. Amos can’t hear us. Don’t make me shove the extra lights in your mouth.” He sets a fast and furious pace. The only noises that can be heard in the room are our heavy breathing and the sound of his fingers slamming into my drenched pussy. I can feel my walls start to flutter and that familiar tingling at the base of my spine starting. “Hold it,” Massimo growls.

“I can’t,” I gasp, arching my back.

Massimo abruptly removes his fingers, making me cry out. “No,” I whine, almost at the point of tears. I was right there.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make you come so fucking hard.”

“I’m already sharing your bed with you, it’s all the answer you need,” I cry out in defeat.

Massimo slams his cock to the hilt, knocking the breath out of me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size before he’s pounding into me, control out the window.

“Yeah,” Massimo growls. “That’s it. You take me so well,Tesoro. You feel how tight your cunt squeezes my cock? Milk me,Bella. Milk me now.” One more thrust and I explode, taking him over the edge with me.

Massimo collapses on me, giving me his weight, but I don’t mind. I welcome the safety blanket for the short time I know I’ll have it. I’m sure I’ll regret giving in to his demands about practically admitting to him that I’m his… but it’s not like he gave me much of a choice in the matter. Giving in will have to be tomorrow’s problem.

Once we both have regained our breath, Massimo rolls off me.

“You can untie me now,” I say, tugging on the binds to make my point. “The lights are starting to feel a little warm.”

“I like seeing you at my mercy,” Massimo smirks as he unplugs the lights and unwraps everything.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” I roll my eyes as I move my wrists in a circular motion, trying to take the small ache from being locked in that position away. “If it’s safe tomorrow, I’d—” I start to say before I’m cut off by the loud sound of glass shattering downstairs.

Chapter 8

Sapphire Knight

Sapphire Knight

Massimo

“Cazzo,”I hiss at the unwanted interruption. My eyes find hers briefly as I growl the warning, “Stay put. Don’t you move a fucking muscle.”

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