My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

“Not this time. You didn’t know what I was doing. Now that you do things are different. Do that again and I will flip you over and spank you until you scream. Understood?”

“Yes, master,” I said, shivering, as much with desire as fear.

Simon pushed my legs open again and, after a few prep strokes from his hand, he put the vibrator back inside me. He stared out low, on a setting that felt more like a pulse than a buzz. Only putting the very tip.

It was a game of degrees. Each time I got used to a setting and Simon would push the vibrator further inside me. Before long, the vibrator was at full buzz, Simon working it deep in my pussy. Easing me back into a state of near nirvana. I lost track of myself and barely noticed when I was about to cum. At least until Simon slapped my thigh getting my attention.

“Deep breaths, pet. You can do it.”

I focused my mind and concentrated on my breathing, resisting my impending orgasm with every thing I had. Apparently, my will was stronger than I ever I managed and I managed to resist until. Simon relented.

He kissed me lovingly, sliding the vibrator from my pussy. The tingling that had built up slowly ebbing down to nothing.

“That’s my girl.”

“Master?”

“Yes, may darling?”

“May I please cum?””

“Promise to hold off as long as you can?”

“Yes, master.”

“Okay, darling.”

I scooped down a bit on the couch and opened my legs as wide as I could. Feeling ready for anything he had in store. My confidence boosted by how long I’d held on during the second try. Maybe I really could do it after all. Despite the new experiences flooding me at once, I was building my resistance. Gaining self-control through Simon’s control of me.

With gentle strokes to get me warmed up, Simon switched only the vibrator to medium and touched it to my pussy. I held fast, even as he slid it inside me. The relentless buzz hitting my clit with a vengeance. If it was only that, I would have been okay but my master also she fit to angle it in just the right way, so it would hit my g-spot as well as my clit. Like he had done while fingering me. Within minutes, I was on the very tipping edge of a massive orgasm. Still, I refused to to give in. My master wanted me to be strong, to resist, to last as long as possible, and I was going to. For him but for me as well. Simon stroked my thigh, encouraging me as I continued to resist. The used the ant even higher, pounding the vibrator in me relentlessly. Sending waves of pure pleasure directly to my brain. I thought I might pass out but refused to give in.

Gently wiping away my tears, Simon dove in, replacing the onslaught of the vibrator with light, loving licks of his tongue. I settled down into him as he lapped away, pleasuring my tender lips. Basically kissing it better, while also helping me to orgasm. I clutched the front of the couch cushions as the tremors hit me. Running right the way through my body as I hit the summit of a monumental orgasm.

Licking me clean, Simon scooped me up and carried me, still stark naked, into the kitchen.

“What’s happening, master?” I asked.

I’d only ever been naked in the kitchen once before that I could remember. When Simon had stripped me down to use the nipple clamps and eat me out. Maybe he had something else like that planned.

“Drink,” he said, setting a glass of water down in front of me.

I hadn’t notice how patched I was before I noticed it. If sex was like exercise, it only stood to reason that it would be important to hydrate. I had the whole glass down in no time. Simon got me another before getting back to the cooking. I didn’t know what he was making but it whatever it was it smelled wonderful. Good enough to make my tummy rumble just from the smell.

“What is that, master?” I asked, respectfully.

“Crapes,” he said simply.

“Like for breakfast?”

“That’s one kind. These are different. Lots of protein. Will help you bounce back.”

Bringing two plates of great smelling food, Simon surprised me by bringing only one set of cutlery. Cutting a bit from one of the crapes in front of me he held it up to my mouth.

“Eat,” he ordered.

I took the bite and started to chew, watching him all the while, just to make sure I was doing what he wanted.

“Good girl,” he said stroking my hair.

I nuzzled his hand but he pulled away. Picking up the knife again he kept feeding me until the plate was empty. Then he started on his own. It was an odd felling to sure but one I quite liked. I thought at first he was punishing me. Treating me like a baby on purpose but I realized he was rewarding me. I’d done well and had passed his test. The cooking and almost and feeding were him trying to pamper me.