Page 38 of Season of Gifts

His shudder and whine lit up all the circuits on her electrical board.That zing zipped from skin to nipples to clit to a deep throbbing want.She forced herself to step away, because running a scene wasn’t about dropping herself on his cock and riding him until she wore herself out with pleasure.Sometimes, maybe.But not today.She had a plan, dammit.No wonder Henry had gotten so good at delayed gratification.

“First, I have something I want you to wear.Stand, please.”She folded the towel back carefully, leaving the rest of her toys covered on the dresser.Lifting the straps, she shook out the leather.

Jay took a step forward before he stopped himself.

She hummed softly, encouragingly, smiling maybe more than Henry would, but Jay’s excitement was so damn gratifying.“I like that you want it, Jay.Bow your head for me, please.”

Arms at his sides, held slightly out, he bent his neck to her.His abs rippled with his breath; his cock stood tall and twitching.

Slipping his harness over his shoulders, she smoothed every strap flat.Not because they needed it; the piece was gorgeously made, and she could have tightened the side buckles in ten seconds and been done with it.But that wouldn’t be the same as running her palms down Jay’s chest or around his back as she circled him, skimming his body with her fingertips, letting the friction build into a pleasant buzz.She cinched the sides.Tugged at every metal ring where straps met as Jay breathed faster and shallower.

“Mmm, yes, that will do.”She raised the short leash and snapped it to the ring at the center of his chest, then pulled at the leather loop handle.

Jay strained forward, his feet rock solid in place and his chest leaning toward her.Dark pupils swallowed the center of his eyes, a thin ring of melted-cocoa brown surrounding them.

“Come with me.”She led him to the bed, a sadly short distance; all that restrained power at her back, Jay’s muscled form obediently following at the end of her leash—damn.Maybe he’d want to wear this at the club sometime.That seemed like something he’d enjoy.After a conversation with him and permission from Henry.She pointed to the bed.“Up.”

He knelt on the bed, constantly tracking her, and settled himself in a loose waiting pose with his arms in front.A puppy’s slouchingsit.

“Good boy.”Rougher breathing made for growlier commands.She pushed her palm against his chest.“Lie down.”

He sprawled back on the bed, his arms wide, one leg bent at the knee.His athleticism made him sleek in all the right ways, lean but thick, defined and inviting.

She climbed over him slowly, on her hands and knees, and licked under his jaw, inhaling the cozy pine scent he exuded.He squirmed beneath her.She slipped her fingers through the ring on his chest and used the hold as leverage to lower herself against his lap.His cock jumped, nestled between her thighs, heating her to a molten center.This was gonna be torture.

Digging at her back, she grabbed the two tattoo body markers she’d jammed in the tiny skirt’s waistband.Good find, those—who knew Henry kept a pack of them in the playroom dresser?She might have exaggerated the motions needed to grab them, but rubbing against Jay’s cock was A, delightful, and B, making him whimper so beautifully.

She uncapped the green marker, Jay turning his head and following her as she pressed the tip to his left arm.“Mysensitivestud.”Her flowing script extended from his shoulder to his elbow.“Sothoughtful.”She wrote each word as she spoke, dragging it out on her tongue to let her hand finish.“Andcaring.”

Both upper arms and one lower filled.He laughed as she addedsugar fiendto his other forearm, his abs rippling against her legs as he tried and failed to stay silent.A quick slide back and forth across his cock changed his tune to a moan.He wrapped his hands in the sheets.

“Having trouble holding on?”She whispered the question a hairsbreadth from his mouth, teasing him with a kiss that wouldn’t come.“Something you wanted to say, pet?”

He lifted her with his hips, just a little.“Wanted you to know how much I’m enjoying this, Mistress.”

She ground against him, hissing as the ridge of his cock hit her clit just right.“Oh, I’m aware.”She set the point of the red marker against his collarbone.“Hot as fuck fresh from the shower.” She’d started too big; the last word crammed all together on a downward slide next to his harness.“Empathetic.”She didn’t technically have to encircle his nipples with words, but they were right there.Curling her body to form the letters dragged her breasts and her hair against him, mixing the best of sensation with the best of praise.“One fine stud.”

“I could show you,” he pleaded.

“But I have so much skin left to cover.”She granted him the kiss this time, pushing forward, pressing his head into the mattress, fierce and claiming like Henry would’ve been.“Can’t leave the job half-finished.”

She turned around.He groaned, and heat washed through her.She flattened herself down along his legs, holding the marker to the top of his foot, absolutely one-hundred percent flashing her bare ass at him as she rolled her hips over his cock.

“Strong.”Down one foot.“Loyal.” Down the other.His calves, his thighs—she pushed herself into straddling him as she got closer, nudging his legs farther apart so she could write in the soft skin of his inner thighs.“Patient.”That one got a laughing moan.“Irreplaceable.”

She spun once more and gazed into his eyes as she scrawledmineacross his chest.Her whole body throbbed with her whooshing heartbeat.More important, Jay lay open and trusting beneath her, as relaxed as a man could be when his every muscle strained for her.

“So for a wonderful man like that, an angel of a husband, a devil of a submissive, I have a question.”Resting her crossed arms on his harness, she nuzzled his cheeks and left lip prints with her kisses.“Would you rather fuck or be fucked, husband of mine?”

He shuddered head to toe.She might have miscalculated, gotten him too close to the edge.Or he might flip their positions and fuck her.Henry would have—probably before she’d finished three words, only he would’ve snatched the markers away then and written on her while denying her satisfaction.But Jay shook his head, whispering, “You know I want both.Whichever pleases you more, Mistress.”

“Mmm.”The low hum felt so decadent in her throat.That technique from Henry’s playbook she could steal again and again.“My choice, then.”

She rolled off him in a flash, his whimper almost musical as she strode to the dresser.He lay unmoving, covered in her praise, his arms and legs outflung.Those quick-release straps Henry had first used to tie her down would look fabulous on Jay.Not tonight; she lacked permission for bondage, with good reason.But she wouldn’t have thought to ask until this moment, the power of Jay’s vulnerable obedience surging through her.Being tied down, love.Doing the tying down?Going on the list.

As she ripped open the adjustable closure, the Santa skirt dropped to the floor.She flipped back the last fold in the towel and grabbed her harness with its slim cock.

Easing up on his elbows, Jay watched her with his mouth open and his gaze hungry.“Thank you, Mistress.”

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