Page 78 of Santa's Baby

“Yes.”

“To be a dirty, naughty girl?”

I nod, and smile, inching myself down against his hand.

“You have no fucking idea. I love everything, I fucking swear.”

He puts his mouth to my ear.

“Yet another thing we have in common, because so do I. You want to know the real me? You have it. I’m the man you knew in the proposals, as well as the man outside of them.”

My soul soars at his words.

“You’re blessed with tits big enough to take the punishment I like to give,” he tells me, but there is no malice about it, just power.

“I know,” I say. “And I’m blessed with an ass big enough to take one hell of a lot of fucking cane stripes.” He curls four fingers inside me and I groan. I’m so tender.

“You’ve bound my tits before, haven’t you?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

“Were you the one who hung my entire weight on them when I was struggling to stay on tiptoes?”

“I was one of them, yes.”

“It hurt so fucking bad.”

“I know. I heard you cry.”

“Have you fisted me? Do you know how much my cunt can take?”

“Yes.”

I push down harder. “So why aren’t you giving it to me right now?”

“Because I’m enjoying your gorgeous face as well as your gorgeous cunt.”

That makes me smile.

“Were you the one who used the speculum that stretched me open until I was begging for it to stop?”

“Yes.”

“Were you spreading it? Were you in control?”

“Yes.”

“That’s so fucking hot. I thought about that for days after. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Was it you who did what came after?”

“Plugged your ass up while you were gaping? Yes. I love anal play.”

“How about the nettles? Did you fuck them into my pussy?”

“Yes, and your ass, too. Multiple times.”

“Did you piss in my ass? Was that you?”

“Many times. Amongst others.”