Page 56 of Dark Holiday

“Who is it?”

“Gerald.”

“Come in.” Again, she moves, making the bells chime. As he enters, the man has the good sense to look away, ignoring Cindy. Though I appreciate the respect, that’s not why he’s here. “How do you like my new desk?” Gerald clears his throat again, making a show of not looking at her. “It’s quite alright. I really want you to admire the craftsmanship. There seems to be a slight flaw, though. There’s a ringing that just won’t quit. Perhaps you’ll help me find it.”

Cindy cranes her neck around, her eyes wide. Her lips open, and I wait, needing to see if she will safeword out or continue with the game. “Does the desk wish to object?” She shakes her head and looks down at the floor. Just as I thought, the little minx is too curious. “Very well then.”

Gerald walks over, his eyes meeting mine. We already discussed and negotiated everything, but he’s still checking in and appreciate that more than he realizes. If it was anyone other than him, they wouldn’t so much as be allowed to breathe in her scent, but Gerald and I go back long enough that I trust him with my life.

It was just my good fortune that fate brought us back together. Though he’s a good friend, he’s an even better assistant, kinky proclivities aside. As he gets closer, he nods and rests his hands on the swell of Cindy’s ass. He’s allowed to look and touch but not put his hands anywhere near her pussy. Her ass, though, is fair game.

“It seems sturdy enough, but I’m not sure what you mean by a ringing. I hear nothing.” Without giving Cindy a moment to think, he brings his hand up and smacks her ass, sending the bells into a frenzy. “Oh. I see what you mean!”

Once more, she looks up at me, her mouth agape. Smirking, I glance back over to Gerald. “Look a little lower for me, will you? Is it at all wet?”

“Shamefully so.”

Cindy gives a soft squeak as she hangs her head in between her arms. Poor thing doesn’t know what to do with herself.

“Did you happen to bring the donuts?” At the word donuts, she looks up again, the bells giving a faint tinkle as she shimmies about. Gerald once more smacks her ass, startling another squeak out of her.

“I did bring them. You really should work on this desk. It’s rather loud, don’t you think?”

“I do. I’ll make sure to tighten everything up and ensure it’s properly lubed.” Gerald hands me the package, and I grab it along with my laptop. Taking out one of the donuts, I pick it apart and lay the pieces along her spine. One by one, I take a piece and rest it against her lips, smiling as she eats it from my hand and licks my fingers clean afterward.

Gerald and I ignore her as we talk about the various cases coming up, but still, I feed her. Once one donut is gone, I give her another, piece by piece, until that’s gone too. Standing, I motion for Gerald to trade places with me so I can stare at my beautiful submissive. She’s so fucking wet.

Smiling, I unzip my pants, and Gerald does the same. Though he’s allowed to jack off while watching us, he’s not allowed to get his cum anywhere near her. Every inch of her is mine, and I’ll not allow another man to defile her. Without giving Cindy any warning, I drop to my knees and drive into her pulling her hips back, filling her up with my cock.

She groans and wiggles her ass against me, the bells muffled between our bodies. Gerald frees his own erection and slides his palm up and down. Precum pearls at the top as he grips his shaft and squeezes.

“Look at him, Cin, jacking off to the sight of you impaled upon my cock. I want you to watch him pleasure himself as I use this tight little hole to get myself off.”

“Y-yes, Dad-. Dan-. Sir.”

I bring my hand down on her ass, and she arches back, moaning at the pain. “How do you address me?”

“Daddy!” She exclaims. “Oh, Daddy. Please.”

“Don’t beg me, Princess. Beg Gerald. He’s going to be the one to let you come or not. What do you say? Should we give this greedy little minx what she’s asking for?”

Her head raises up, and from my position, I can see just enough of her cheek to know it’s bright red. She may be embarrassed as hell, but she’s getting even wetter. “Please, Mr. Gerald. Please, will you allow me to come?”

He looks over her head at me, and I nod. “Yes, you may,” he groans. “Whenever your Daddy allows it, you come hard for me, understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she wails, pushing back against me. Reaching underneath, my fingers find her clit, and I strum it back and forth. The rhythmic clenching of her core tells me she’s close. Perfect. So am I. With one hand, I grip her hip, holding her to me as my balls draw up and I come deep inside her. Groaning, I shift my fingers so that I can pinch her clit, sending her climaxing soon after.

Her pussy spasms around me, drawing out another spurt of cum. Gerald reaches for the nearby tissues, his groans mingling with ours. Maybe someday I’ll let her play with other men, but it won’t be any time soon. Today, however, is just a taste of the decadence I plan to grace her with as we explore her darker needs and wants.

Just knowing she’s mine to pleasure, torment, and tease forever sends another pulse of arousal through my shaft. I never thought we’d ever come together, but now that it’s forever, I know I’ll never get enough.