Christmas Pet

He broke away and dragged his lips down the center of my body, between my breasts, and down past my belly button. I shivered and trembled, and goosebumps cascaded over my skin.

When he reached my mound, he worked his way back up my body. Once he reached my lips, he pressed his mouth against mine again and slid and dipped his tongue into my mouth, mimicking what he would do with his cock.

“If only I’d known about you sooner, pet.” He took one of my breasts in his hand and tweaked my hard nipple. I inhaled sharply and deeply, and afraid I would fall, I reached out and dug my fingertips into his shoulders.

He broke away, his eyes filled with warning. “I didn’t say you could touch me. Hands by your side now. I’m not finished exploring you. I intend to fondle and tease you for as long as I want. For touching me without consent, you’re not to move, make a sound, or react in any way. Do you understand, pet?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but he pressed a fingertip against my lips. “A simple nod or shake of your head will do.”

I firmed my lips and nodded. Once again, he brought his attention to my breasts and nipples. Using his palm, he grazed my nipples back and forth. I’d never been as aroused in my life, and he’d barely even touched me.

When he’d finished teasing and stroking, he closed his fingers around them and rolled them before pinching them and dragging them outwards. Dizzying excitement rushed through every cell in my body and my pussy throbbed in time with my pulse. I desperately wanted to moan and push deeper into his touch, but I stayed still.

For an undeterminable amount of time, he continued to play with my breasts and nipples. How had I never realized breast play could be as erotic?

My nipples were now so sensitized that they almost hurt every time he touched them, but it was a sweet, tingly kind of hurt that turned me on even more.

Just when I thought—hoped—he’d move lower, he took one nipple and then the other into his mouth, sucking deeply, swirling his tongue this way and that.

I reached out for him, and I couldn’t stop the moan falling from my lips. The sound was deep and husky, and I’d never moaned like it in my life. James stood back, amusement crinkling his eyes. “I told you not to make a sound or move, pet.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I’m going to have to gag you. Do I have to restrain you too?”

I didn’t know if I wanted to nod or shake my head. I wanted both but also didn’t.

“What’s it to be?” he asked, tweaking my nipples.

“Both,” I whispered.

“Good idea. Stay there.” He rummaged around the kitchen drawers and found a kitchen towel, and from beneath the sink, he found some zip ties. My heartbeat tripled and then quadrupled.

“Sit.”

I did as commanded. He placed my arms behind the back of the chair and zip-tied them together, then he zip-tied my ankles to the chair legs, and finally, he tied the kitchen towel around my mouth. I tried to move, but there was no give. Being bound and helpless amplified my arousal. My nakedness and being tied up by my boss should have embarrassed me, but it didn’t. Instead, my excitement shot through the roof because of what was happening between us and because part of my fantasy was coming true.

He tapped his fingertips against each zip tie, admiring his work and making every muscle in my body clench. “You’re so fucking sexy. He placed a kiss on top of my head. Your heart is pounding, pet. Take a deep breath through your nose.”

After a few deep breaths, my heartbeat slowed.

“Now, where was I?” He ran his hands from my collarbone down to my breasts and continued to torture my nipples as before. He sucked them into his mouth, nibbling and teasing. All my nerves zinged, and vibration after vibration rippled through my inner walls.

He stood back, desire dancing in his eyes. “Since you won’t be able to use your safe word, you can tap your fingernails against the back of the chair if you need me to stop. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded. My entire body ached, but it was nothing on the ache in my pussy.

He brushed his fingertips between my breasts, down my stomach, and trailed them through my curls. But he didn’t immediately touch my pussy. Instead, he trailed his fingers along the sensitive insides of my thighs. I was sopping wet and would leave a mark on the chair.

“I want to see your pussy spasm, pet. I want to see you gush all over my hand.” And then he touched me.

I closed my eyes and prayed for sanity.