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to her lips herself, enjoying the taste of sweetness mixing with my own gift for her as she ate them one by one.

I took the time to calm down from my orgasm, watching her with pure pleasure. She was the only woman I'd ever met who treated my cum like the gift it was.

"My dirty girl," I grinned, running my fingers through her dark hair that had long since come undone from its tight updo. She looked perfect like this, disheveled and yet so very beautiful in her natural state. Her cheeks were reddened, her lips glowing from and her eyes glittering as she licked her mouth. Amicia's little tongue darted between her lips and licked every little trace of my cum off. She groaned with pleasure. "You made me so happy today, Kitty. Did you like your little Christmas treat?"

"I loved it, Sir," she purred with pleasure. "Was I a good girl for you?"

"The best. You're most certainly on Santa's nice list this year, my darling."

"Good," she smiled mischievously. "Maybe tomorrow I can get on the naughty one..."

I laughed out loud. "You want to get punished?"

"If it's with you," she said, licking her fingers with gusto. "I want it all..."

Epilogue

Amicia

One year later

"Here Kitty, Kitty..."

I crawled toward him on all fours. Grayson's eyes burned bright with want as he saw me, and he petted my head as I came to rest on the pillow next to him, my knees sinking into the soft, plushy fabric.

"What a good girl you are. Are you ready for your present?" he asked, giving me an affectionate smile as he tugged on my long dark locks.

"Yes, Master," I whispered. The word still felt delicious coming from my lips—forbidden, yet so very right for our relationship. I'd been calling him Master for almost a full year now, but he still hadn't collared me. I had a feeling he had a special plan for that, though I never dared to ask.

The past year has been life changing. The day he proposed to me, Grayson took me back home to his penthouse. I never went back to my apartment after that. He had someone clear it out and bring me some mementos I'd left over, but from that New Year's Eve, I belonged to him fully. The knowledge that I wasn't just his beloved wife, but also his most prized possession, filled me with happiness and eagerness to please my Master for the rest of my life. I hadn't just found my soulmate in Grayson—I'd found the thing that had been missing from my life all along. And in kneeling for my Master, I had found myself.

"How pretty you look tonight," he muttered as he caressed my cheek. "Go on, then. Bring over that square box under the tree, I want to see you open it. And don't get off your knees. I want to see you crawl some more, Kitty."

I smiled, crawling to the tree, and swaying my ass from side to side so he could get a good look at me. I picked the box up, standing up and placing it in Grayson's lap, barely able to hold back the smile playing on my lips.

"Don't you want to open it, Kitty?" he asked in a low growl.

"Yes, Master."

"Then ask for permission."

"Can I open it?" I whispered.

"Ask properly, Kitty." He pinched my nipple through the blouse I was wearing, making me whimper with need. "Go on, give it another go."

"Please, Master... may I open it?" I tried again.

"Yes, Kitty, you may." He kissed my cheek as he handed me the box, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

I tore through the snowflake printed wrapping paper and gasped when I saw the midnight blue velvet jewelry box beneath the paper. "What's this, Master?"

"You'll have to open it and see."

With trembling fingers, I gently lifted the lid of the box, gasping when I saw what was inside. A gorgeous gold collar lay atop the fabric, with the sweetest little bell dangling from the front.

"A pretty collar for a pretty Kitty," Grayson told me with an affectionate smile, sweeping my hair off my neck. "Let me put it on you?"

"Yes, Master," I breathed. "Please..."

His fingers felt cool against my skin as he put the collar in place. When I felt the lock clicking, it was as if everything came together. Brimming with happiness, I shared a special smile with Grayson that made me tingle.

"All mine now, Kitty," he said. "I don't want you to take it off again."

"Never," I whispered