Naughty & Nice (Surrender to Them 7)

“I can’t help it!” I shook as the orgasm seized every muscle in my body and vibrated deep into my soul.

I was a naughty girl that never got the chance to be good. If he would have given me the same bliss I got the last time I was over his knee, I could have held out until the spanking was over. It was just too fucking good to hold back and control my lust. After the orgasm was done, my thoughts began to cloud over. He made me wait the first time—he even tortured me before he let me cum. He probably wanted to do the same thing again. I slowly lifted off his knee and looked at him, feeling a little guilt, and worried that I had upset him. It wasn’t my intention, but my desires just got away from me. I hoped he wouldn’t be angry, but I saw eyes that reflected a hint of disappointment staring back at me.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” I tried to smile and reached for his cock, hoping I could relieve the pressure that had built up while he was spanking me.

“You already got what you wanted.” His face twisted into a look of pleasure once I wrapped my hand around his shaft.

“Not everything—please.” I stroked his entire length. “Take me to the bedroom and make me pay for my naughty behavior.”

The disappointment faded and Andy scooped me into his arms. He carried me to the bedroom and dropped me onto the mattress, quickly grabbing a condom to unroll on his length. He wasn’t upset, but he was definitely ready for me. He slammed his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me as hard as he could. The bed felt like it was going to splinter beneath us before he was done. I could tell it wasn’t going to last very long. His hammering thrusts were just too good and he was already starting to throb after the few dozens of time he slammed into me. I was ready to cum again—and feel him cum inside me. I felt him start to throb against my g-spot, and that was enough to send me over the edge. My spasms started and his cock pulsated. A few thrusts later, he was erupting inside me. A few gentle thrusts followed once he ejaculated, and then he rolled to the side of the bed.

“Where are you going?” I looked over at him in concern as he walked to the closet.

“I told you that orgasm was going to cost you.” He reached into the closet and turned around with a red tie in his hand. “Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to tie you to the bed so that you won’t be so fucking naughty.”

“Wait—what?” I blinked in confusion as he crawled into bed and grabbed one of my arms.

“You heard me.” He pushed my arm against the headboard and grabbed the other wrist. “I’m going to tie you to the bed, and I’m going to spend all day fucking you—every time I can get hard, your pussy belongs to me. That’s your punishment.”

“You can have me whenever you want—you don’t have to tie me up.” I struggled, but he quickly secured my hands to the headboard.

“Nah, I like knowing you're in here being a good girl.” He chuckled under his breath. “So, I’m not going to give you a chance to be naughty.”

Andy wasn’t kidding. He left me there tied to the bed while he went into the kitchen to start getting things ready for the dinner he was going to make for us on Christmas day. I tried pleading with him—begging even—but he refused to set me free. After I got over the initial shock and realized there was no way I could get my hands free without him untying me, I started to get really turned on. I belonged to him—there was nothing I could do but lay there and wait for him to fuck me. He returned to the bedroom so many times during the day that I lost count and he used my body to chase his desires every time. It was intensely erotic and it definitely didn’t feel like punishment. I barely had time to collect my thoughts or rest my weary eyes before he was ready for me again. By the time Zach got home, I was sore and desperately wanted to be free—yet there was a part of me that just wanted to stay tied to that bed forever.

“Where’s Holly?” I heard Zach’s voice echo from the other room.

“She’s tied to the bed.” Andy’s words were matter-of-fact like it was the most normal thing in the word.

“Damn, what did I miss?” Zach laughed and I heard his footsteps walking to the bedroom.

“Are you gonna untie me?” I bit down on my lip as he walked through the door.

“I don’t know.” He tilted his head to the side. “What did you do to end up in this position?”

“Something naughty…” I grinned and squirmed on the bed. “But I’ll be really good if you untie me.”

“Maybe after I have a turn.” Zach chuckled and started removing his clothes. “You look too good in that position for me to just let you go.”

“But—I want to put my arms around you.” I pulled against my restraints and continued to squirm.

“There will be plenty of time for that before the night is over.” Zach walked over to the nightstand and slid on a condom after he was undressed. “Why don’t you tell me how naughty you’ve been first.”

“Really naughty.” I bit down on my lip again. “So naughty that you’re probably going to have to fuck me really hard in order to teach me a lesson.”

“Sounds like that’s exactly what you need.” Zach crawled into bed and lifted my legs. “Time for your punishment, naughty girl.”

They really don’t understand the concept of punishing me—but I’m not going to complain.

Zach

Christmas Day

There was no presence in the world as good as the one that was in our bed when I woke up on Christmas morning. We spent all night enjoying her beautiful body, and I was scared to think about the fact that it was our last day together. I was able to get our flight changed to the day after Christmas, and I couldn’t change our plans again, no matter how much I wanted to stay in bed with our gorgeous brunette. I went to the kitchen and started the coffee. I was definitely up early, but we had to be at the orphanage before all of the orphans woke up. They wouldn’t have much under the tree otherwise. Andy had done a lot of prep work on our Christmas dinner, and the only thing he really needed to do was start the turkey before we left, so I woke him up and headed to the shower. Holly was still sleeping, undoubtedly exhausted after what we did to her—especially Andy. I knew my brother was dominant in bed, but Holly was bringing out a side of him that I had never seen before.

“Okay, I’m all set in here.” Andy looked up at me when I walked into the living room after my shower. “I’ll hop in the shower and then we can wake up Sleeping Beauty.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded and poured a cup of coffee.