Christmas Captive - Isabella Starling Page 0,48

box, and he turned to close the door before bringing it over to the bed.

I sat on my knees, my eyes drinking him in as he opened the box. I didn’t dare look inside, instead focusing my gaze on him.

“Am I being punished?” I whispered.

“No, Kitty,” he replied firmly. “Far from it. You’re being rewarded.”

“What for?”

“For being the best plaything, I could possibly wish for,” he told me tenderly, his fingers caressing my cheek before he motioned to the box. “Don’t you want to see what I have for you?”

I crawled closer, sneaking a peek into the box. It was filled with Christmas lights.

“What’s this?” I laughed. “Are we decorating another tree?”

“No, my pretty Kitty,” he said affectionately, chuckling. “We’re decorating you.”

He ordered me to lie on my back, taking out string after string of Christmas lights while ambient Christmas music played in the background. Slowly, he began wrapping me in the Christmas lights. He tied up my ankles together before moving onto my wrists. He tied me firmly, but not too tightly to make it uncomfortable. Somehow, the fact that I was now unable to move turned me on. I was at his mercy… and a part of me hoped he’d be rough with me.

Grayson turned on the Christmas lights, illuminating my body with pretty colorful lights. I laughed, feeling excited like I hadn’t ever before. Christmas was just another day in my life, but here, with Grayson, it had turned into a special occasion worth celebrating.

He took special time and care to touch every inch of me, explaining the lights wouldn’t burn my skin and I need only tell him if I felt uncomfortable. But I assured him I was comfortable—even excited—about being tied up for him. I relished the feeling of him taking control over me. I wanted him to do so much more.

Grayson explored my body with his fingers first and his tongue second. He sucked on my nipples, making them pebble in his mouth before moving between my legs, making me moan helplessly as he continued his gentle assault. I melted beneath his touch, ready for so much more, but he kept the balance perfect—a mix of pleasure from being touched and trepidation from being tied up and at his mercy.

He brought me to two orgasms before he even took his cock out. And when he did, I was ready, wet and willing at the sight of him and eager for him to fuck me. He took his precious time, edging me for what felt like hours before allowing me another orgasm.

“Please, Sir,” I begged him. “I want your cock inside me…”

“Are you going to let me use protection this time, Kitty?” Grayson chuckled softly.

I locked eyes with his, biting my lower lip as I shook my head no. His expression darkened, and the need to have me took over. He positioned me on my knees then, putting his cock inside me as I gasped for more. It was even more special, almost dangerous because of the way he tied me up, but it only served to make me more excited.

He fucked me relentlessly that night, but after his first orgasm, he didn’t stop. He kept going, but it was no longer fucking—no, this was making love, pure and simple. He treated me like a priceless object, a goddess sent to Earth for his own pleasure. I’d never felt as cherished as I did in his arms, with his eyes locked on mine and our bodies moving together, seeking an orgasm that rocked through us at the same time.

After he was done, depositing his second load of the night deep within me, he finally undid the Christmas lights strung around my limbs and held my shaking, recovering body in his arms, kissing me all over. I started giggling then, and the sweet sound of his laughter followed suit. He cupped my face, kissing me deeply and never taking his eyes off mine.

“Kitty,” he spoke up. “Are you happy here, with me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “Do you…”

“Do I what?” he spoke after I paused. “Ask me, Kitty.”

“Do you…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Do you want to keep me, Sir?”

He smiled at me affectionately, his eyes filled with dark promises as he nodded. “Of course, I do, Amicia. I’ve wanted to keep you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as he kissed me again, muttering against my lips, “But you know what that means, don’t you, Kitty?”

“What?”

“We