Page 15 of All I Want For Christmas Is Two

And sure, all those things can make up an amazing scene, but there can also be lightness and levity and laughter.

And this is the perfect example, as I trail red, sparkly garland over her body, building up the anticipation and tickling her senses while reminding her that soon, the woman she loves will be in front of her, getting fucked as she’s forced to sit tied to this chair without being able to do a single fucking thing about it.

It’s kinky as fuck, and my dick isn’t even anywhere near her pussy.

Yet.

Because sure, sex and kink don’t have to be mutually beneficial, but when kink and sex are combined, it can be downright explosive. And tonight, I’m playing with a dangerously short fuse.

“She baked me a cake for my birthday.” Holly laughs, and I momentarily pause my constant wrapping and teasing of the garland to lock eyes with her. “Neither of my parents remembered. And it shouldn’t have surprised me, but for some reason, it did. I broke down in between classes when I realized another year would pass without as much as a phone call from them, and your sister found me in the hall with mascara tracks running down my cheeks. She pulled me into a nearby bathroom, ran a paper towel under the faucet before wiping my face clean, then made sure I got to my next class on time because I had a huge test the same day that I simply could not fail. Later that night, I was laying on the couch in my apartment, still feeling sorry for myself, and she showed up on my doorstep complete with a chocolate cake and those trick candles. You know the kind, the more you blow on them, the more they relight?

“And I’ll tell you what, Saint. That cake was fuckingawful. I think she used baking powder when she was supposed to use baking soda, and I know for a fact that she used almond extract instead of vanilla. The frosting was lumpy, and the entire thing tasted faintly metallic, but it was the single best cake of my life because she made it for me.”

“She saw you when no-one else did,” I say absentmindedly.

Holly nods, repeating my own words back to me. “She sawyouwhen no-one else did.”

I only wish it didn’t take me so long to realize it.

Leaning in, I press a kiss to her lips before trailing the garland across her body, tying a simple rope shackle around each wrist. “You’re pretty incredible. Thank you for being there for her—you know, when I was too stupid to see it for myself.”

She rolls her eyes and I use the moment to break through the seriousness of the moment. “Your brat is showing, little girl. Might want to tuck that back in.”

Her laugh is magical, filling the space between us.

I can see the allure of Holly Yule.

Those big, blue eyes that are deceptively innocent. The way she can reach deep into your soul to pull out your deep-seated insecurities with a simple look.

Not being able to hold back, I lean forward and kiss her again, this time with more force. Tasting the barest hint of chocolate still on her tongue from our dessert, I pull back and look into her eyes, willing her to see just how much of my truth she has already seen tonight. Far more than I’ve ever shown anyone before.

“You’re going to be a great therapist,” I tell her.

And I mean it truthfully.

Retrieving another length of garland, I turn my own eyes on Holly, scanning her body as an idea forms. “How adventurous are you feeling tonight?”

“What did you have in mind?” she responds with an equally as flirtatious cadence to her voice.

Repeating a process I’ve done hundreds of times, I fold the garland in half—just as I would with any other rope specifically tailored to bondage. Finding the very center of the length of red, festive material, I trail the end over her pussy, still covered by a scrap of fabric no larger than a postage stamp on a Christmas wish list sent to Santa.

“I could affix your ankles to the legs of the chair, essentially rendering you immobile. You could leave your panties on and watch in agony as I play with my stepsister’s perfect cunt right in front of you.” With a hand on each ankle, I place her legs where they would be in this position, allowing her to try it out.

“What’s my other option?” she asks, her voice breathy.

Releasing my hold on her ankles, I grab her hips and shift her to the edge of the chair, her ass nearly hanging over the side of the hard surface. I spread her legs—a hand on each calf—then slowly push her backward, essentially folding her in half. “Or I take off your panties that are certainly already drenched, tie your knees as well as your ankles to the back of the chair, and put your pussy on display so both Noel and I can see just how wet it makes you to watch her get fucked by me.”

I barely finish my sentence when she is responding, “That option, that’s the one I want.”

Placing her feet back on the ground, I help to rid Holly of her panties, the full aroma of her desire hitting my nose when I bring the fabric to my nostrils and inhale. It makes me fucking salivate.

“You smell good, baby,” I say, bringing her first leg up to lean against my shoulder, giving me easier access to place the multiple knots around her knees and ankles while supporting her weight. “I bet once I get you all tied up, that your pussy will already be wet for me, won’t it?”

“You have such a filthy mouth. That’s usually my job—the dirty talk.”

I can’t help myself, leaning down to bite her lightly on the inside of her thigh before I shift to the second leg, repeating the process. “Then be filthy with me, Holly. Use that filthy fucking mouth of yours to tell me exactly what you want to happen next. Because the more I get to know you, the more I’m starting to think you get off on being in charge just as much as you get off on watching.”

Standing, I take in my work, reveling in the way Holly’s body is on display for my eyes. Choosing to go sans top, she’s completely naked, completely spread for me, and completely at my mercy with miles of tattooed flesh ready for the taking.

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