I love how she looks with her body in the air, hanging from rope that's gripping her shoulders, down to her spread out legs. I have easy access to her dripping pussy, and her bare nipples. She can't say anything for now. Maybe after I'm done.
"Would you like me to lick your clit, baby? You can nod."
She does.
"Good. I'm glad you can hear me. I know you wondered why this room had such a high ceiling. This is why. It's our playroom now. So, the rules are simple, baby. I’ll eat your pussy out. And then, when you are weak and can't do shit about it, I’ll fuck your mouth and make you swallow everything I give you. Do you like that plan, Nellie?"
She nods. Good.
My cock is still excited from our earlier encounter, salty cum still dripping from its tip. I raise my hands up and trace my fingers along her nipples. She groans in pleasure as I tickle them. I lick her salty labia and dive my tongue into it.
The binding moves a bit from her moaning, and I hold her in place, lowering the cable with the button in my hand. She squirms in demonic pleasure the longer I pursue her. Her strong legs and the wild, salty taste of our longing for each other makes me go deeper into her, nose and chin and all.
Nellie wiggles around, groaning as the hot and heavy smack of my tongue immerses her body into another orgasm. I pull away and catch my breath.
"Somebody liked that. Maybe a little too much, hmm?"
She blinks twice.
"Okay, baby. Come on down. Let me take care of you.
The binding comes off of her and leaves marks all over her pure body. I hold her head and pull her body up away from the rope and lay with her on the bed. She twitches, smiling, her fingers pulsing and her knees knocking.
"We should do that again," she shudders.
"Maybe later. I’m still not done with you yet."
"You’re not?" She closes her eyes and lets out a beautiful little yelp at the touch of my finger on her sweet flesh. I rub her clit and she continues another climb, into an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming.
“Now I am,” I tell her. “And now it’s your turn.”
I change positions and then, whether it’s destiny or just good bed placement, my cock falls in line with her mouth post orgasm. She takes me gingerly inside, then lets me push myself a bit further down her throat.
"Yes, baby. Just like that."
Nellie takes all of me in, casting all inhibitions cast aside. I hold her head, but she doesn’t need my help to bob it and suck on me strong and good.
Oh, God, she's the boss now.
Does she have any idea what pleasurable havoc this is wrecking upon me?
I close my eyes and let her tongue suck away on my cock. Her breasts rest on my thighs. She wraps her hand around the shaft and milks every last bit of cum from my balls. I am empty for sure.
"God, Denue. What are we doing to each other?" she says, after swallowing it all down.
I take hold of her body and succumb into a gripping caress. Our wet chins meet.
"I have always wanted you. You know that,” I tell her. “Ever since the interview. And I know it's mutual."
"Oh, yeah. It is."
"This year has taught me to go for what I want and not worry about regrets. Because life is short and unpredictable. What I want is you, Nellie. I always have."
Looking sleepy, she takes her time blinking.
"I feel the same way, boss. You mean everything to me."
"Merry Christmas, baby," I say to her. "Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go."
But she's already asleep again. Feeling happy and whole, I close my eyes too.
Chapter Nine
Nellie
"It's fucking weird, that's why."
"What? You've never had breakfast for dinner?" he says.
"In movies, it's a thing, but in real life, it sounds like the craziest idea ever."
Okay, maybe not the craziest, I think, last night replaying in my mind.
"Well, the chicken was not cooked. It's grilled sandwiches for now, and fantastic ice cream sherbet, homemade, for later. What do you say?"
"Sure. Why not?”
After we eat our sandwiches, he says, "Why don't we go and open the presents?"
My mouth drops. "There are presents?"
"Well, yeah. Tis the season, right? Come on."
I spoke too soon.
"You have a tree? Since when?"
"Okay. You are a really heavy sleeper. I got last year's one from the garage outside and decorated it with—"
"That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," I say, interrupted him as soon as we get into the living room.
At the top of the tree is the only decoration: a printed picture of us at the office, months ago, before the pandemic even started, laughing at something the cameraman had said. It’s the only picture that exists of us.