My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

“Sit,” he said, pulling out a chair.

“Help?”

With my master’s assistance I eased myself down into the chair and watcher as he cooked up a very nice, no meat, high protein dinner for us both. Literally cutting my food and feeding me as a sign of his love and deviation. Wiping my chin should I happen to dribble. Kissing me on occasion.

Satisfied in every possible way, Simon left me watching his flat screen TV for a while while he went up and change the linens. I was actually rubbing my eyes when he returned. Kissing me back a wake, Simon carried me up the stairs like a fairy tale prince and tucked me into bed. Holding me and kissing me until sleep took us.Chapter Twenty-Three - SimonThe feeling was new but in a nice way. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up next to Skye but it felt like it. Something had changed between us but in the best possible way. We had passed the final real signpost put up by society and were still as strong as ever. The only other thing to do at that point was to get married, which didn’t frighten me as much as it would have at one point. Not because I had fear of commitment or any other such bullshit. I just hadn’t meant anyone I wanted to commit to before. Commitment meaning surrender at least part of my autonomy to another person. Something I hadn’t done since I grew up and moved out. Skye had made me think and feel things I’d never thought or felt before. I realized, with no small measure of surprise, that I wanted a relationship whip with her.

The images flooded my mind, seeming somewhere between a slide show and a dream. A menagerie of images detailed our life together. Skye moving into my house to live with me and both of us shopping and me taking care of her in every possible way, her taking care of me in the bedroom.

My reverie was interrupted by the distinctive sounds of Skye waking up. I waited to see which way she went, just for fun. She rolled toward me, wrapping her arms around me, her wonderful tits pressing up against me.

“Morning,” I said, fighting a laugh.

“Morning, master,” she murmured contentedly.

I wasn’t quite sure who instigated the kiss, our lips seeming to come together at exactly the same time. It was more that possible we just had the same idea at the same time in an instance of wonderful coincidence.

As we kissed my hands went to her tits as throw drawn by magnets, Skye sticking her chest out to make things a little easier. I wasn’t sure if there were any lasting effects from the nipple clamps, so I was nice and gentle, massaging her beautiful tits until she seemed close to orgasm before backing off. Skye looked for a second like she wanted to pout but resisted. I kissed her gently as a reward. It was a simple kiss at least at first, soon evolve it int a full on make out session, during which Skye rolled onto her back and opened her legs.

“What do you say?” I asked, grabbing her thigh hard.

“Please.”

“Please, master. I want you to fuck my pussy.”

“Do you now?” I asked, slipping a finger into her wet and ready pussy.

She bit her lip and nodded as I worked her clit, bringing to a level of pleasure where she was beyond the power of full sentences.

“Say it,” I said.

“Fuck me, master. Fuck my pussy.”

She sounded truly desperate. Her beautiful eyes flashing with burning desire. I was nice to see her expressing herself so openly. A far cry from the timid young thing I’d first met at that morning staff meeting.

I teased her a little first, getting her ready. While she had been freshly deflowered, my sweet little Skye was still very thigh and I didn’t want to hurt her, even by accident. She was mine and I loved her. I was taking no chances.

Moving with all due care and attention, I mounted my little darling, stroking the head of my cock against her tight young pussy. The one I’d been responsible for breaking in. A fact which filled me with both pride and protectiveness.

“That okay,” I asked, getting in just past the head.

“Yes, master,” moaned my little pet.

Taking gentle hold of her, I started to move, pumping my big throbbing cock in her tight little pussy, Skye moaning in time with my thrusts. Loud, full throated declarations of her pleasure and love, different from anything I’d heard from her except for the night before when I’d taken her virginity.

Skye wrapped herself around me as I fucked her. Arms around my back. Legs around y waist, making impossible for me to pull out even if I wanted to. I had to wonder if this was intentional, then I remembered her expression when I’d cum in her the night before. The look of pure bliss on her illuminated face. I would do anything to make her happy, so I kept going.