Dasher & The Dancer - Christmas In Aspen [a specterverse christmas special]

Chapter SEVEN

❄️ASPEN❄️
Holly Garland

...Christmas Morning - 3am...
~Northside~

"Before I do this you have to make it real clear for me, does no really mean yes, Angel?" Dasher asks the loaded question with confidence and a slight edge of concern to his husky tone as he seeks clarity and tries to settle into the wicked character I have requested he play..

He continues to work magic and miracles as he tangles me up tighter in the string of lights until I can't move anymore.. I wriggle weakly while with my hands tied behind my back before he picks me up and carries me over to the sofa where he throws me down and I bounce helplessly on the soft pillows..

"Yes, that's right.." I hum, rubbing my thighs together, the sensation of self control slipping away from me piece by piece snakes is way down to the bot of my belly where the hunger intensifies.. I want him so badly that the only thing keeping me from throwing myself all over him is the resistive ties that immobilise me completely..

"So, what means no?" He kneels down on the floor before me, reaching out to run a warm paw through my hair, over my shoulder and down my arm, stroking me like a pet.. His pet.. "Do you wanna play Red-light/Green-light?"

"Yes, I do.." I reply quickly, agreeing to the suggestion of the simple safeword system..

"Red-light is no, Green-light is go ahead and everything else is fair game?" He reaches down between my legs to rub me through the damp silk of my shorts, checking to see if I had been telling the truth about being wet..

"Yes, everything.." I agree, spreading my knees apart to allow him access to my sticky pudding.. My head lolls back as my mind becomes fuzzy and full of fetishised fantasies.. "Except don't hit me in the face.. You can rough me up, but don't beat me.."

He shakes his head and my eyes lock into his.. Immediately, his gentle gaze calms me somewhere deep inside.. An ocean of empathy swirls behind them and in his stare I can see the softness of his compassion.. "I'd never hit you, Holly, honestly, I'd be too afraid it'd probably kill you.."

"Probably.." A small snicker stirs in my mouth as I glance over his swelling shoulders.. He's not wrong about that, at his size he could so very easily crush me into nothing..

Oh great gifts!

The storm won't be the only thing blowing tonight!

Just the thought of him forced onto me, holding me down and overpowering me with those hulking muscles, it gives me goosebumps.. "I'm okay with you getting rough, slapping me, choking, pulling my hair while you hold me down and intimidate me.. I want to fight back and be overpowered.."