\[Denali’s POV\]
“Alright, this way.” Rosco’s voice is right beside my ear, and it sends pleasant tingles through me, but before I can get lost in them, I stumble. “Careful.”
“Tell me why I need to be blindfolded again." I sigh, slowly navigating my way downstairs with his help.
I understood that it was Christmas and that Rosco wanted to surprise me, but was it truly necessary to go through all this trouble? For most of the day, I was stuck upstairs, ordered to stay in bed until he came to get me.
“Because all of this is a surprise,” he sighs, kissing my cheek. “Can’t you just humor me, princess?”
I could, but stumbling downstairs was making me nervous. Although I completely trusted Rosco to not let me fall, just being out of control had me on edge. I guess it was because of how out of control my life was before I married Rosco. It seemed that the residual trauma was still strong in me.
“We are almost there,” Rosco murmurs, snapping me out of my reverie. “Just a little bit farther.”
Sighing, I allow him to lead me into what I know is the living room and then sit me down on the couch. Once I’m in place, he leans forward and kisses my lips while undoing the blindfold that is still wrapped around my eyes.
When he pulls it away, I’m met with his deep depths that slowly swallow me and make me forget what is going on while the urge to jump him right here and now erupts.
Reaching up, I prepare to do just that, but am stopped as he gently grabs my wrists and places them at my sides.
“Patience, princess,” he chuckles, standing up so that, for the first time, I realize that he has a silky red robe with fluffy white trim wrapped around his body and a Santa hat sitting on his head.
“Are you my personal Santa today?” I ask, raising a brow. “I have to admit, you look good in that, but I wonder what is underneath.
As I speak, my eyes drift down to the bulge that is already noticeable underneath the robe. If I had to wager, I would assume that he was completely naked underneath there, and that thought alone makes me want to rip the damned robe open and take his monster between my lips.
Letting out a soft chuckle, Rosco makes his way over to the tree, which is brightly lit and fully decorated with red and gold ornaments. When he reaches, he begins to dig through the presents underneath until he finds a single box.
When he turns back toward me, his eyes sparkle in anticipation before he comes back to stand in front of me.
“FIrst,” he begins, passing the box to me. “This is for you.”
Curiosity flaring, I slowly unwrap the present, and when I open it to find fuzzy handcuffs, I know where this is going. Rosco was gifting me with pleasure for Christmas.
“Are these for me or you?” I giggle, pulling them out and twirling them on my finger. “Or both?”
“You,” he growls, his eyes flashing. “You said you wanted me to do what I want, and I want to cuff you, so you’re at my mercy.”
“Mmmm,” I purr. “I think I may like that.”
Just the thought of Rosco fucking me while my hands are stuck behind my back makes me grow wetter than I already am.
“Now that I have my gift, can I see what is underneath the robe?” I push when he watches me with burning hunger.
“Why don’t you open it and see?” He husks, leaning over me, so I’m pinned between his arms.
Licking my lips, I reach out and grab the sash, then begin to undo it. Once it is out of the way, I grab either side of the robe and pull.
For a moment, I don’t move as I take in what is waiting for me underneath. I honestly don’t know if I should laugh or not, but when Rosco gives an expectant huff, I know that he really thought that this was an amazing surprise.
“Does the bow mean that it is my present too?” I ask, taking in the large red bow that is wrapped around Rosco’s erect dick. “Because this is exactly what I wanted.”
As I speak, I wrap my hand around his shift and slowly glide it up until I reach the bow and can begin to untie it.
“I looked everywhere for it, so you better like it,” he growls as I lean forward and run my tongue along his tip.
“I do,” I murmur, lifting my gaze to his while I begin to take him into my mouth.
Clasping his thighs, I continue to move until his tip is pressing against the back of my throat. Only then do I begin to bob my head while Rosco wraps his strong hand in my hair.
“Fuck,” he growls as I begin to pick up the pace. “Don’t choke yourself, princess.”
At his words, I intentionally take him deeper, causing myself to gag, but since he went through so much trouble for this surprise, I wanted to show my full appreciation. Catching onto my intent, he lets out a growl and then holds my head in place so that he can take control.
“You want to test your limits, then allow me to help,” he grunts, pushing deeper and deeper until my eyes are watering and drool drips out of the sides of my mouth and down onto my chest. “Remember what to do if it becomes too much.”
Lifting a hand, I tap his thigh, letting him know that I understand.
“Good girl,” he groans, quickening his thrusts until I feel him twitch and then explode down my throat.
When he finishes, he pulls my hair so that I can release him and stare up into his hazy gaze. Dammit, he was so sexy, and I still couldn’t quite believe he was all mine, but when we were together like this, it felt more real.
“To your feet,” he hisses, releasing me.
Nodding, I do as Rosco commands and then wait while he undresses me, and once my clothes are out of the way, he flips me around so that I’m face down on the couch with my hands behind me so he can cuff me.
“Comfortable?” He asks, giving them a tug. “Not too tight, right?”
“They’re fine,” I assure him, waggling my ass. “The thing that is uncomfortable is my pussy.”
It was aching for him to touch, kiss, and take. I didn’t want to talk; I wanted action.
“What did I tell you earlier?” He growls, bringing a hand down against my ass. “Patience, princess. I want to properly tease you before taking you.”
“No fair,” I pout.
"All is fair in love and war,” he counters, running his hand against my tender skin until his fingertips brush against my soaked opening.
Moaning, I spread my legs wider, urging him to finger me, and when a finger enters me, I feel a wave of satisfaction.
“Is this what you wanted?" he asks, beginning to slowly move it in and out of me.
“Yes,” I whimper. “That’s it!”
Growing quiet, Rosco pushes his finger deeper into me while his thumb begins to glide along my clit. It feels so damn good that my eyes roll into the back of my head, and it doesn’t take long for me to feel the familiar buildup below my belly button. However, before I can cum, he stops what he is doing.
“Not yet, princess,” he murmurs. “Not until I say.”
Groaning in frustration and excitement, I wait until he begins to finger me again, this time faster and harder. But just like the last time, when I grow close to orgasm, he stops. Again and again, he repeats his actions until finally his face dips between my thighs and his tongue presses against my core.
“Now,” he growls against my flesh. “Cum for me, princess; let me taste your delicious nectar.”
Letting out a loud moan, I finally feel myself releasing while Rosco’s tongue relentlessly attacks me until I come down.
“You’re getting sweeter by the day,” he murmurs, sitting up and climbing on the couch behind me. “Since you’ve been a good girl, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Thank you!” I pant.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Rosco chuckles, slamming into me. “You can thank me when you’re exploding around me.”
Reaching out, he clutches the cuffs and pulls so that my torso is hovering above the couch while he fucks me hard and fast, just the way I like it. Honestly, I liked any way that Rosco fucked me because it made me forget about the world around us and reminded me that he was here with me. It wasn’t soft and passionate making love, but I think when it came to us, this was what fit better.
“Rosco,” I moan as he pulls me harder against him so he can hit my deepest of places. “Just like that! Harder!”
“I’ll give it to you however you want, princess,” he responds, grabbing my chin with his free hand. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you it.”
After that, the world disappears, and all I can feel is pleasure and pain as Rosco fucks me again and again, bending my body in many different ways and covering my skin in his marks. And once we finish, I’m too exhausted to move.
“Merry Christmas, princess,” Rosco husks, gently uncuffing my wrists. “I look forward to many more together.”
“Mmmm, I’ll hold you to that promise.” I sigh, rolling over and opening my arms so that he crashes into me. “Merry Christmas.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Happy holidays from my family to yours! I hope that it is one filled with love and laughter. Thank you for your support all this year. I look forward to our adventures together in the new year. :)