His (Personal) Assistant

DIWALI AND DILEMMA

Annika woke up on Diwali morning to the warmth of Shivaay behind her, his rumpled, million thread count sheets tangled around their legs, naked and horny. Her lover was kissing her neck, his hand roving over her breast, tugging a nipple. "Happy Diwali," he breathed, and rolled her over. She sank down onto him, arching and stretching and smiled down at him.

"Do you want your Diwali present now?" she gasped as his hips undulated and he took her slow and lazily from below, holding her hips possessively. "I'll give you a hint, if you want to guess."

The man grunted as she took control, hips rising and falling, impaling herself harder, greedily. "Does it require you moving from that position?" he rumbled.

"No," she hummed. She tossed her hair, then looked back at him, bending to kiss him. "Actually, it requires me to be in exactly this position."

S: "Lay it on me, honey."

She reached into the bedside table drawer. "Close your eyes," she breathed, smirking. She waited until he did, paused in her rhythm, and reached inside the drawer, checking to make sure he still wasn't peeking. Quickly she pulled his gift out, biting her lip to hold in the giggle, and quickly used it on him, clicking the handcuffs onto him, secured around his headboard. His eyes opened as the second bracelet closed. "Happy Diwali," she said, resuming her leisurely romp. He tested the durability, and she couldn't hold back her smirk.

"Clever," he said, and she could tell he was irked. Used to being in control for the most part, Annika had known a large part of him would rebel against the idea of being handcuffed, but when searching for presents for her family for Diwali she came across it, she'd known it would be perfect.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" she murmured, nipping his lower lip playfully.

"Having you on top? No. Being at your mercy? More than a little." She grinned. "But I'll admit they'll look very nice with your gift."

"What is my gift?" she asked, picking up the pace a little, teasing him, then settling back into a deep, torturously slow rhythm.

"You find out when you unlock me." He thrust up into her, enjoying her little moan of surprised pleasure.

"Mmm, that might be awhile," she drawled, pleasuring herself on him. He growled, tugging at the cuffs again. "Good thing patience is one of my many virtues, right?" she purred, and then covered his mouth with her own, kissing him roughly. Shivaay gave himself to her, not that he had much choice, and it was indeed some time before Annika released him.

"So where's my present?" she murmured, snuggling up to him.

"I'm not sure you deserve it. That little interlude has put you on the Naughty List for sure."

"Does that make you the welcoming committee?" she laughed. He pulled a long flat box out from under the bed, wrapped flawlessly in gold paper with embossed holly leaves. "When did you buy this?" she asked.

He waved a hand. "Just open it." She sat up, still naked, her hair a mess, a smile of pure excitement on her face as she tore into the little gold-wrapped gift, and Shivaay watched her. In the sated afterglow of phenomenal sex, he appreciated her stunning beauty and gentle, graceful curves. God, it was hard not to think, in moments like these, about how much he loved her.

Annika lifted the lid of the box and stared down at the necklace for a long silent moment. "I can't accept this," she whispered finally. He rolled his eyes.

"Sure you can." Her fingertips traced over the fine gold chain, the peridot stone longer than her thumb nail, then, finally, the diamond linings along the stone .