Christmas Captive - Isabella Starling Page 0,62

you, it's for my pleasure. And yours too, if you're a good girl." I laughed out loud at her little pout. "Now be a good girl."

I walked over to the Chesterfield sofa and patted my knee after zipping up my pants. "Come here, Kitty. Right over my lap."

She pouted a bit more, but I could tell she wasn't able to resist. Finally, she crawled closer, raising herself and resting her body over my knees. Her tight, juicy little ass was presented to me, her skin pale ivory. The perfect canvas for the red handprints I'd put all over her complexion.

"Beg me to spank you," I muttered.

"Why?" She turned to face me, upset eyes staring into mine.

"Because I said so. Because you love it. Because you want to please me, Kitty."

"Sir..."

"Do as you're told if you want my cum tonight."

She pouted, her lips pouting without any words coming out. But finally, she whispered, "Please Sir, will you spank my ass for your pleasure?"

"Gladly, Kitty." I rained slap after slap against her tender backside. At first, she mewled in protest, glaring at me, but soon enough, her yelps turned into moans of pleasure and she started arching her back, bringing her tight ass closer and closer to my punishing hand.

I spanked her until she was moaning my name, soft whispers begging for more attention to her needy little cunt. I knew I couldn't keep her like that forever—she was eager for me to kiss her, to give her pleasure, not just mix it with pain.

"You've been a good girl, Kitty," I finally muttered, pulling her into my lap. She curled up against my chest and I found myself cherishing the moment of closeness. "Are you ready for your prize?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, curling up close against me. "What's my prize?"

I pointed to a gold bar cart in the corner of the room where an opaque cloche was covering a plate. "Why don't you open it and see."

Excitedly and with newfound energy, Amicia picked herself up from my lap and ran to the bar cart. She lifted up the cloche, coming face-to-face with a plate of macadamia and white chocolate cookies.

"Cookies?" She raised her eyebrows, eyes glowing with surprise. "For me or for Santa?"

I laughed out loud. "For you, my darling. But we need to add something to it first, don't you think?"

Realization dawned on her and she laughed out loud. She brought the plate closer and set it down on the coffee table. The still-warm cookies' scent wafted up into the room, creating the perfect Christmas atmosphere.

"Take my cock out again," I muttered, and my Kitty rushed to do as she was told, pulling my cock free of the pants I was wearing. "Good girl. I want your hands today. You can use your mouth to help you, but don't let me come down your throat."

She started working my cock, her silky soft hands palming me closer and closer to an orgasm.

I knew I would get too close soon enough, especially when her mouth joined the work she was doing with her hands, licking, sucking, bringing me so very close I wanted to burst right down her throat and say fuck it to all my previous instructions.

But I couldn't. I had a special plan for my load that night, so I pulled out of her mouth gently.

"Ah ah ah, Kitty," I reminded her. "Use your hands now. Look up at me when you do."

Her pillow-soft palms both wrapped around my shaft, jerking as she moaned my name, eyes locked with mine. I groaned, knowing I was getting dangerously close to a release a part of me wanted to prolong as much as I possibly could. But I knew I couldn't, not with the way her fingers deftly wrapped around me, jerking, bringing me so very close I groaned, tugging on her hair to slow her down.

"Get the cookies," I grunted. "Now."

She took the plate in one of her hands, seemingly realizing what I wanted her to do. Her eyes shone brightly as she jerked me with one hand and balanced the cookies beneath me with the other. Soon enough, I couldn't hold back a second longer.

I groaned her name in time with my release. Hot ropes of cum shot out of my cock, landing on the cookies like perfect buttercream frosting.

"Yummy," Amicia laughed, licking her lips and kissing the remainder of cum off my cock, cleaning my diligently. I didn't even have to tell her to eat up. She raised the cookie