Page 7 of Her Christmas Beast

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Billy pulls me close, as gently as his massive arms will allow. His expression is chagrined, but his eyes are kind. “Angel, you’re not living in your body,” he says slowly.

“What on earth do you mean? Of course I am. I’m certainly not living in anybody else’s.” I’m flustered and that makes me combative because I need to regain some sense of equilibrium here, fast.

“You’re existing almost entirely in your head.” He taps my forehead with a blunt finger. “And your head is trying to push your body into something it’s not ready for. When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

Uh. I try to think back. It certainly wasn’t with another person. So must have been my vibrator. That I haven’t seen since I moved. So…

“And you aren’t eating right. Both are signs that you’re too much in your head. Your brain can’t function without your body, Angel. And I want all of you when I do finally claim you completely. Body, mind, and soul.”

“Well, who are you to talk? You must spend even more time in front of a computer than I do,” I grumble, still wincing at the (probably valid) criticism.

He holds up his disfigured hands. “I have these. Nothing like a little pain and frustration to keep you tied to the physical world.”

I’m instantly ashamed and duck my head in embarrassment.

“Hey.” He tips my chin up again with a finger. “I didn’t say any of that to make you feel bad. In a way, it’s mostly my fault for assuming you had someone to look after you all these years.”

I’m bristling again. “I’m a grown-ass woman. I can take care of myself!”

“Not if you don’t eat. Or let your body experience release on a regular basis.”

I narrow my eyes. “Exactly how often doyouexperience release?” I curl my fingers in air quotes, feeling ever so slightly jealous of him fucking anyone else. Okay, it’s not just slightly. He’smine.

He gives me a knowing grin. “Daily. By myself, so we’re clear, while staring at a picture of you in a hot tub with your hair up. The curve of your neck is absolutely delicious.”

My body is stiff as he drops a condescending kiss on my forehead. “So I have a plan to bring you more into your body. And for all of you to trust me to care for you properly. I remember how much you enjoyed imposing rules and consequences on yourself.”

Ugh. Billy knows entirely too much about me. More than any other person on this planet, actually. And it’s more than a little embarrassing how little my personality has changed since I was twelve. Back then, I was always making up complicated games with punishments for myself. Like I had to do all my homework before I read a novel or I’d have to do one hundred jumping jacks. No wonder my parents let me leave home at thirteen. There was very little left for them to do.

“So here’s how this is going to go. You’re to come to me at 5:00 am, 11:30, and 5:30 pm at a minimum. You’ll experience an orgasm followed by a healthy meal. I’ll program those appointments into your phone with a ten-minute reminder. If you’re late by more than forty-five minutes, the number of hours will be added in orgasms to your total for the next day. If it’s under that, you’ll have to experience two in that make-up session. You are always free to ask for more, but it won’t modify the base schedule. Got it?”

No. Not really. I’m too busy pressing my thighs together, watching Billy talk about orgasms. He’s so stern and gentle at the same time. It’s really hot and I want to rub myself all over him. I’m definitely not living in my head at the moment.

“Who made you the boss of me?” I’m still poking the bear. Maybe because it feels silly to give in to something so ridiculous, even if it sounds amazing. In theory, anyway.

Billy just rolls his eyes. “I’m not a confused teenager anymore, Angel. Who made me boss? Well, I guess it was whoever decided to make me older and bigger and most of all worried about you.” He lets out a heavy sigh filled with exasperation.

Okay, fine. That last bit got to me. Of course, it did. But I’m never going to admit it. Instead, I change the subject. “How are you going to go about delivering all these orgasms? Since you refuse to touch me with your cock, which I think is totally unfair.”

“Oh, you’ll get that too. In time. When I decide you can take me safely and you’ve proven you’re not trying to force anything you’re not ready for. I might have just the thing in the attic, but I’ll have to see if I can find it. If I can’t I’ll order something.” With those ominous words, he turns away and heads towards the kitchen.

Wait, what? He has some kind of torture device? I know he was teasing me by being deliberately vague, but that doesn’t quell the brand new and excited butterflies in my stomach.

“Naked and on the bed, Angel. Now.” He calls back without turning his head.

Of course I’m still standing there, frozen like a statue, when he comes back five minutes later. He sets a bowl of fresh strawberries on the nightstand and then turns to me. He shakes his head and somehow manages to strip my clothes off without ripping anything. “I’m going to go easy on you because I know this is a bit of a shock, but don’t disobey like that tomorrow or there will be consequences.” I gape at him while my pussy floods. It apparently really likes the idea of being ordered about. I think I’m more shocked at that than anything Billy’s doing.

“On the bed, Angel.” Billy points and my feet finally engage with my brain. They carry me awkwardly over to the bed and I gingerly sit down.

Billy sighs, “It’s worse than I thought.”

“What is?”

“Nevermind.”

“You haven’t kissed me,” I point out trying to figure out if he’s saying I’m uptight, but I’d like a little cuddling and comfort here. It’s weird being naked on a bed with a clothed man I haven’t seen in twenty years. Who wouldn’t be slightly uptight under these circumstances?

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