My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

When we were done, Simon put the dishes into the sink. When he returned to the table he had a look I didn’t yet recognize and wasn’t sure I liked. Lifting me up from the chair as though I weighed nothing he carried me to the bathroom. I’d only had a shower that morning but cleanliness was apparently quite important to Simon. My loving master treating me to a bubble bath after dinner. Cleaning me over before fingering me to another orgasm.

Washed, dried and fluffed, my master delivered me into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and kissing me on the forehead. I expected him to join me but as I drifted off, he slipped out of my room and, for all I knew, my life.Chapter Twenty-One - SimonIt was like my heart was crammed in my cranium and still knew how to pound. I had been decades since I’d slept on a couch and even then it had even a desperate, life or death stop gap. The pain was something akin to low level torture. The rope of searing pain running from just behind my shoulder up into my brain. Still it as a small price to pay to be there for my pet in the morning. I still regretted leaving her the first night. Even if she was asleep, that was no reason to abandon her. I would have slept in her bed but I considered that a very private and sacred space and I hadn’t been invited. It was different at my house. I wanted her in my bed, and she had already given consent by going into pet mode. If she had at all indicated she wasn’t comfortable literally sleeping with me, she could have left in an instant. Though the impression I’d gotten had been rather different.

I looked at my watch, a simple, original piece done in a steampunk, exposed gear style. We still had time if she was up for it.

My sweet little pet was still asleep when I got back to her room. Her tender, body covered only by the blanket. I took a moment to watch her sleep before I approached. There were some situations in which I would have felt pretty stalker like. With Skye, I felt at ease. Getting the strong impression she wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around he. Which was all the time.

My control held longer than it might. It being a good ten minutes before I approached the bed and pulled the blanket back. Revealing her beautiful body like unveiling a statue.

Shifted a bit under my touch as I lay my hand on her neck. I could feel her pulse, thudding softly under her supple skin. For a brief, mad moment, I felt very much like her life was connected to mine.

I felt a small shudder go through me as I moved further down, sweet little Skye rolling over onto her back. My hand slid down over her belly and between her legs. She was very warm and incredibly wet, clearly ready for some action. I could only imagine what she was dreaming about.

“Master,” she murmured.

I looked down in reply, realizing to late she was talking in her sleep. I could feel the smile spread across my face. I pushed my fingers in further and she awoke with a gasp. Her eyes still on me, breathing heavily Skye spread her legs.

“Please, master” she begged, looking like a starving puppy.

“Please what, pet.”

“Please fuck me, master.”

“No, not yet. Not until you’re ready.”

“Really?” she asked, pouting.

The smack resounded as I slapped her thigh. It wasn’t hard but it still raised a yelp out of her. She had to learn.

“Keep that up and you won’t get anything, missy.”

“Sorry, master,” Skye whimpered looking down.

“If you promise to be good I’ll make you happy.”

“Promise!”

“Okay then,” I said, unable to keep from smiling, “though I am still going to have to punish you for pouting. That really isn’t okay.”

“Yes, master.”

Taking her by the hips, I turned her over onto her belly and lifted her ass up and back into doggy position, meeting no resistance at all. Warming her up with some gentle strokes, I came down hard with a harsh strike, even wore than the one to her thigh. Sweet Skye jumped and yelped but didn’t try to get away, soon enough settling back down into position, waiting for more.

It was hard but fast. A flurry of strikes hard and not so hard smacking against her sweet ass, turning the flesh bright red. She lost her balance on the front end and fell face first int the pillow, which only put her ass up higher granting me even better access. I gave her a bit of a rest, relenting on the the spanking and started to stretch out her asshole. Short and gentle at first and the wider and harder until she was stretched to the limit. I released her as and repeated the process with her pussy. Skye likely didn’t know it at the time but I wasn’t trying to hurt her, or pleasure her either. The stretching was conditioning for what was to come. Getting her used to fate feeling of her holes adjusting to the size of something in them. In a way it was similar to stretching one’s muscles before going for a run. She gasped with surprise and delight as I slipped the first finger it. I was happy she liked it.