My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

Keeping a hand on my still tingling pussy, my beautiful lover pulled me to him again, enveloping me with his other arm and smothering me with kisses as I shook. All my nerves returning to their default setting.

I felt something warm around me and soon realized he’d taken the blanket from off the back of the couch and wrapped it around me. I’ve never felt more cozy in my life. More cozy or more at home. I didn’t remember going to sleep but when I opened my eyes again it was light out and Simon was gone.Chapter Fifteen - SimonI had few regrets. In life as well and in love and what had happened with Skye was no exception. As far as I was concerned, everything was above board and I felt the same euphoria with her as any of my other pets, except maybe more so. I couldn’t really believe how good she felt cuddled against me. I liked cuddling much of the time but there was a new level of intimacy with Skye. A kind of cosmic synergy I couldn’t define if my life depended on it but felt just the same. Nick Cave would have had difficulty fully capturing it in words. I knew I wanted to be with her. As much as I knew anything. I couldn’t even imagine wanting another woman after I’d met her. I’d never really believed in the whole soulmate or one-true pairing thing. Much more grounded in perspective, I was generally of the opinion that there was no accounting for human nature and people were going to do what they were going to do. Most of it surprising.

There was the matter of her inexperience but that didn’t mean we couldn’t still have fun on the way there. Confident as I was, that we would get to the point where I deflower sweet little Skye. Very much planning to stay with her after. There was of course the proscription against officer romance, particularly between editors and underlings but I’d never paid attention to the company before and had no plans to start. We would just have to be careful.

Returning home not long after slipping out of Skye’s brownstone, setting the door to lock itself after I vacated, I got out a sheet of my favorite high-fiber paper and a fountain pen, and commenced outlining plan of action, as well as a to-try list. I would clear every item with her first of course but it was in my nature to plan. Even as a writer I was much more of a planner than a pantser. Or architect as opposed to gardener as according to a grossly overrated High Fantasy author. Either way, the terms were used to describe those who liked to plan things out before they started, and others who preferred the metaphorical, literally version of jumping out of an airplane and trying to knit a parachute before they hit the ground. I needed every chapter roughed out before I even though about a first draft. To keep thing with Skye as they should be, I thought it would be a rough idea of what we were going for. I knew she wanted me to deflower her. It was what I wanted to but there was so much more. Things I’d done before that I thought she would like and things I’d never had a chance to try I thought she might be into.

The more I wrote, the more aroused I got. Unable to keep from imagining her in various compromise and highly erotic situations and positions. Before long, my cock was hard and throbbing softly in my fancy suit pants. Skye wasn’t around to help me out, so I would have to take matters in my own hands.

Getting some lube I kept in my desk at home, I squeezed a bit out into the middle of my shaft, and spread it around with my hand, stroking up and down the length of my cock with the flats of my fingers. Taking a light hold on the last pass, I let the images come, trying to stop on each to look at it as they occurred to me like a mental slide-show. Finally, I stopped on one and let it play.

We were in the specially built playroom in our new house, Skye sitting on a wood bench, hands flat on her thighs as she waited for me. I approached from behind, her long ponytail the first thing I see. I decided to make my introduction, pulling back on it like a bell rope, until her head was tilted back enough so that I could lean down and give her a tender kiss.

Taking her by the shoulders, I stood her up, took her hand and lead her over to one of the restraint tables, feeling her quiver of excitement as we went. With all grace and class, my little darling got herself up onto the table, laying face down on the table, putting her arms out onto the crossbar. The table looked like a leather padded, horizontal cross, rounded at the edges. With Skye’s full cooperation, I did up the restraints. First around her wrists, then around her ankles. The final strap secure, I couldn’t stand it anymore and just had to touch her. Caressing my way up her bare legs, I took a gentle hold of her squeezable ass.