Page 14 of Unwrap Me

I nod furiously, my ass still tingling from the punishment he inflicted. Everything Chris does only adds to the mess between my legs, making me want him more.

“Words, Noelle.” He sighs, sounding irritated at having to repeat himself.

“Yes,” I squeak, standing up from his lap. My dress bunches around my waist, the black lace of my thong exposed. Around my middle is the black garter belt that has clips attached to my stockings.

Chris doesn’t immediately move to free me from the outfit, instead he puts his palms behind him on the bed and leans back, his eyes roaming over my body like he’s enjoying the view. It’s not lost on me how he’s still fully dressed, and I’m half exposed, on the verge of being completely nude in front of him.

My skin grows hot under his gaze.

“Stunning,” he murmurs, and I think I must be turning the shade of a tomato. My inability to take a compliment fuels me to start undressing myself, desperately needing to move this along. If I stand under his awed gaze any longer, I might start wondering if he looks at every woman he’s with like this…or if I’m special in some way. As soon as my hand reaches behind me for the zipper of the dress, Chris is up and off the bed. His hand comes to rest on mine, and he tsks softly in my ear. “I didn’t say to undress yourself, did I?”

Red-hot need flows through my veins and my core throbs. “No, Daddy,” I breathe out, shivering under his scrutiny.

“No, I didn’t.” He shakes his head. “I saidIwanted to unwrap my present. Were you going to take that away from me?” One of his eyebrows lifts with the question, his breath warm on my skin. His scent washes over me, and I inhale deeply, reveling in the whiskey mixed with pine and cinnamon.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say sweetly, all remnants of brattiness gone from me now, nothing left but my unparalleled desire to please the man in front of me.

“I think you really are this time,” he says, tone softening, as his palm strokes my cheek in a gentle gesture. “But we’re still not done, sweet girl. I’m going to unwrap you, and then we’re going to finish your punishments. Understood?”

I suck in a breath and nod, careful not to let my desperation come through in the form of whining. I’msoclose to being rewarded. “Yes, Daddy.”

Chris takes his time, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress and pulling it down slowly. Once it’s loosened, he tugs the material down and over my hips until it puddles on the floor at my feet.

A breath hisses from his lungs as soon as he realizes I’m not wearing a bra underneath. All that’s left is the garter belt attached to my stockings, a black thong, and high heels. He skims his hands over my bare hips, squeezing them gently.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “The sweetest present I’ve ever opened.”

Cupping my face, his lips find mine in a first kiss to rival all others. Hot and demanding, his mouth consumes me, his tongue demanding entrance between the seam of my lips. It’s hungry, and I return every greedy brush and swipe and pull of his lips and tongue with just as much demand. I dissolve under his touch, yet come alive, my body leaning heavily against his as my hands grip onto his shoulders. When he pulls away, we’re both breathless, lips swollen and glossy.

“Good girl.” His approval has me smiling mindlessly, as he pulls away, straightening me with his hands on my arms so I don’t collapse. “This needs to go,” he says, tugging on the band of my thong. “But I like these,” he muses, his finger trailing over the strap that connects the garter belt to my stockings. Before I have a second to tell him he needs to unclip the belt so I can take off the thong, his fingers are already gripped around the lace material, tugging it harshly. A gasp leaves me as it snaps under his grip, and he rips the material off my body, baring my pussy as if it was the easiest thing.

“There we go.” A small smile tugs at his lips as he shoves the ruined material into his pocket.

My jaw drops. “Did you just-”

I don’t get the full question out of my mouth before his hand is there, holding my face as he speaks calmly. “Hands on the bed. Bend over and put your ass high in the air for me.” Chris is quick with his instructions. He lets go of me, stepping back and giving me a clear path to the bed.

I’m still in shock, but I move anyway. My ass still stings as I follow his orders, bending over and placing my palms on the bed, leaving my ass lifted for him, as instructed. I feel exposed like this, and my heart thrums a quick beat in my chest as I listen to Chris moving behind me. With the way I’m facing, I can’t see what he’s doing, which only seems to heighten my anticipation.

Finally, I hear his footsteps stop behind me and his palm comes to my hip, kneading the heated flesh. “You took the last punishment so well. I think you’re going to like this one.” He sounds mischievous, and I can’t decide if that should make me nervous. Suddenly, I feel something on the bare skin of my ass. He’s moving slowly, and the sensation is strange, like a bunch of little strings are trailing over my skin with the lightest touch.

“This is a flogger,” Chris tells me, trailing it down my back and over my ass. It tickles slightly, and I hum, eager for more of that feeling. “You’re going to take ten of these. Count each one and thank me. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His body presses against mine as he leans over me, his face coming next to my ear. “Give me a color. “

He’s checking to make sure I’m okay. I could easily say yellow and slow this down or red to make it stop completely. But I’m not going to. There’s no way in hell I’m stopping now on the cusp of my fantasy turning into a reality.

“Green,” I say, flicking my eyes to his.

With a brush of his lips on my shoulder, Chris pulls away from me, his body weight and the feeling of the flogger both gone. That only serves to make me ache. It feels like hours, even though I know it’s only been a minute, before I finally feel the impact of the flogger come down on my ass.

I yelp, jolting forward, my hand flying to my bottom.

“Noelle.” Chris says my name so sternly my core throbs.

“One. Thank you, Daddy,” I say, trembling as I move back into position.

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