Dipped In Holly

HOLLY

My breath picks up at the promise behind his words. I've never been with anyone like this before—dominant and confident—and it's something I've always been curious about. Even though I'm nervous about what type of punishment he's talking about, I can't help but be extremely curious.

He kisses me again while his hands explore my body, running down my back and squeezing my ass. He is so solid and warm against me, I feel far safer than I have with anyone in my past. Which I do realize is slightly crazy seeing as he's a complete stranger, but there's something in the way he carries himself, and the way he treats me, that makes me feel like I can be myself with him.

"Stay here," he says, breaking the kiss and giving one of my nipples a playful pinch before he leaves me standing next to his bed.

I look around his room, taking in the surprisingly stylish decor. It's warm and feels like a home instead of the bachelor pad I thought he would have. The walls are painted black, and he has a wooden headboard and a perfectly made bed with plenty of pillows.

I wonder if they smell like him, and I'm tempted to lie down and curl up.

But I can hear him making noise outside in the living room area, so I stay perfectly still until I hear his footsteps approaching again.

When he comes into view, he's holding a long string of Christmas lights, smirking as he watches me try to figure out what his plan is.

I'm not sure how this is going to work into my punishment.

"You're cute when you're confused," he says, finally making his way over to me.

I roll my eyes at him, and he just lets out one of those deep chuckles that make my knees weak.

"Are you going to make me decorate your apartment as punishment?" I ask him.

"As much as I would like to see you walking around my place naked doing domestic things, I had something else in mind, baby girl. Lie down on the bed, facedown."

I do as he says, making sure to make a show of crawling onto his bed with my ass swaying in the air.

He breathes out, and I hear a little groan escape him before I settle into position.

"Arms behind your back," he commands.

I do as he says and turn my head to watch him as he plugs the multicolored lights into the outlet next to the bed.

He stretches them out, and the bed dips under his weight as he climbs behind me.

He grabs a couple of pillows and lifts my hips, placing them underneath me so that he has a better view or better access—either one I'm okay with as long as he touches me soon.

I'm starting to crave his warm and calloused hands on my skin.

He begins to tie me up with the lights, looping and twisting them around my arms until he reaches my wrists.

The rest of the lights continue on over and under my hips before they go down my right leg and he ties them off.

Nick kneels behind me, groping and squeezing my ass, using his thumbs to spread me apart for him.

That little stretch makes my pussy pulse with need.

He blows cool air across my heated flesh, and I shove my face into the covers and moan.

When I inhale, I breathe in his scent, and it turns me on even more.

I've never done anything like this in my life. I've never had a one-night stand or let anyone, especially a stranger, tie me up in bed.

I've never called anyone Daddy, and I definitely haven't ever orgasmed as hard as I did downstairs on his bar.

It's reckless, and yet everything about him turns me into a puddle at his feet.