Page 26 of Naughty or Nice?
The robe has ridden all the way up, revealing my bare ass.
Perfect for St. Nick. Not so perfect for me.
He grunts at the setup he’s arranged and I’ve found myself in.
“Look at that plump ass,” he says in his gritty voice. “I just want to take a bite out of it, it looks so fucking good. But first I’ve got to make it feel a little pain before I can make it feel so good.”
I’m squirming as he grabs the next device he intends on using.
A gag.
But not just any gag—it’s some kind of stainless steel contraption that he slides past my lips, spreading my cheeks and propping my mouth open. The other half goes around my head as he fastens it in place.
“I like the look of that pretty mouth when it’s propped open for my use,” he says with a taunting wink.
I’ve effectively been silenced, drool pooling in the floor of my mouth.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he says, petting my hair. “I’m going to get plenty of use of it tonight.”
I’m left lying stomach down on the bed as he kneels in front of me and his hands go to unfasten his belt.
He moves slow on purpose, undoing the buckle and gradually sliding the strip of leather out of the loops of his pants.
My eyes widen watching, flicking between what his hands are doing with his belt and the punishing expression on his sexy, mature face. He means business as the belt slides free and he folds it in half in his large palms, ensuring he covers the metal buckle.
“I can’t decide if I want to make this plump ass of yours red first or if I want you to suck my cock first,” he muses aloud, pulling the strip of leather taut between each hand.
Tiny butterflies flutter inside my stomach. But I still don’t let him know he’s fazed me. I refuse to show any fear.
I squirm in place, producing the garbled sounds I’m capable of with my mouth gaped so wide.
It sounds like gibberish.
But what I really mean is: I’m not afraid of you.
St. Nick grins. “We’ll see if you’ll be so tough when you’ve got my cock sliding down your throat and your ass is on fire.”
He pulls down the zipper of his pants.
His girthy dick makes its first appearance, flopping out from the opening of his red velvet pants.
I’d lick my lips, but the stainless steel gag jammed inside my mouth makes it impossible. My cheeks are already starting to ache. The spittle pooling at the bottom of my mouth feels like it might start dribbling over soon.
But St. Nick seems to be taking note of all these details, and they only make him more excited.
He strokes his dick with one hand, the leather belt in the other, and peers down at me with his familiar twinkling gaze.
“You remember the signal if you need to stop, darling?”
Since I can’t answer him, I nod my head and tug my right hand against the restraint ’til it’s tapping at his thigh. He’s left enough slack for that purpose alone.
He strokes my hair. “Good girl. Now open up.”
It’s said tauntingly as he slides his dick past my wet, wide-open lips. He groans the deeper he goes into my mouth, cocooned by its wet warmth. I manage to flick my tongue against the side of his girth, rubbing the flat side against the pulsing vein that I find.
He’s so sensitive, so erect that his breaths deepen. He slips in and out of my wide-open mouth a couple times, soaking his dick in the spit that’s gathered ’til it gleams with it.
’Til some finally leaks over and dribbles down my chin.