My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

We ate in silence for a while, Simon’s eyes on me the entire time. After several moments, he took hold of my wrist. Stopping me lifting more by to my mouth. Placing his other hand on my cheek, he turned my face toward him and licked away the pie filling I hadn’t noticed. I thought maybe he was going to put his tongue in my mouth and try to French me. My excitement mixed with anxiety. I wasn’t the best at making out but was willing to try, just hoping he would be patient with me.

Rather than going for a kiss, he went back to his pie. Finishing most of it. Even with my appetite and love of blueberry pie, my progress was rather slower.

“You can open your gift now,” he said, taking his plate into the kitchen.

Like a shot I was up and out to the front hall, getting the gift from the pocket of my coat. I was back at the table, meticulously deconstructing Simon’s careful wrapping job as he returned from washing his dishes.

Inside the wrapping I found a box that looked like it would hold a necklace. It wasn’t a Tiffany’s box but was still fancy nonetheless. The lid opened with a characteristic creak, slowly revealing what was inside.

“What is it?” I asked, trying not to be rude.

“They’re nipple clamps,” he said placidly.

I’d never even heard of such a thing but could guess what they were for, based on the rather specific name alone.

“Would you like me to show you?” he asked, touching my thigh again, that time under my skirt.

“Yes, please, sir,” I managed to get out, slightly surprised he had heard me.

Withdrawing his hand from under my skirt, he pulled my sweater up over my head. I lifted my arms to help out. Caressing his way down my neck and over my shoulders, both his hands dipped down behind my back and had my bra unfastened and off in one, smooth motion.

“Wow,” I whispered, despite myself, still having trouble doing it myself.

His hands moving down to my sides, Simon stood me up from the chair, and took down first my skirt and then my yoga pants, folding them up and putting them on the chair next to him the other way, where my sweater and bra and already sat.

In lieu of taking down my non-existent panties, Simon traced his wetted finger down the front of my pussy, making me hum.

Leaving it there, for the moment, Simon sat me back down onto the chair. Starting out with gentle, closed-mouth kisses, Simon soon worked his way down a familiar path. Lips to neck, neck to upper chest, upper chest to tits. Taking his truly sweet, wonderful time, he applied tender loving care to one nipple and then the other, alternating with a bevy of different sucking, licking and nibbling styles, all of them great and coaxing my nipples to full attention. Keeping up the stimulation with one hand, nearly making me cum again, Simon reached over with the other, bringing the nipple clamps tinkling into view.

“They’re a beginner model,” he said, opening the first of them, “they don’t go on nearly as hard and are lightly padded so it isn’t metal on flesh.”

I smiled, so he knew I’d heard him, honestly ready for anything he wanted to do to me, trusting him not to harm me. I probably should have said something but could no longer find my words.

I gasped at the touch of the first clamp. It hurt while it went on but I soon got used to it, feeling like the constant, if gentle, pinch of a hand. Caressing my back the entire time, he put on the other clamp, the two joined by a glinting, silver chain.

“How’s that, darning?” he asked.

“O-okay,” I confirmed, “it hurts a little but I-I like it.”

He kissed me on the cheek in approval, filling me with pride. I felt like I’d passed the test, despite not being sure that it had been his intention. It was important to me to be a good girl for him, and I was thrilled to be able to do that for him.

As the clamps put pressure on my nipples, Simon kissed my neck like he knew I loved, and reach a hand down between my thighs. I opened my leg to assist his progress, and he rewarded me with a finger right up my aching little pussy. I moaned loudly in both pleasure and relief. It felt so good, particularly after the discomfort I’d been feeling for so long. Without thinking, I took hold of his arm, urging him on. Technically he could have slapped me, or worse. I’d touched him without permission but Simon was a gentle master and let my infraction slide.

I wanted to hold on longer, to make it last, but I was no match for his talented fingers working my clit and pussy lips and before I wanted to I was shaking violently, coming all over his hand, Simon definitely hitting my g-spot s week as my clit while he was in there.