Love me, Dominate me, Or both (mxb)

Chapter 59

It was Christmas day, and I couldn't have been happier.

The room was enveloped in the warm, golden glow of Christmas lights, reflecting off the ornaments that hung from a small fir tree. The scent of pine mingled with the sweet aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg emanating from the kitchen, where Corbin had surprisingly embraced the holiday spirit. He stood at the stove, his concentration on the stove, creating a festive breakfast.

I reveled in the cozy atmosphere. With faint Christmas music playing in the background, I had almost a sense of nostalgia. Each glance at the small tree brought a flutter of excitement for the wrapped goodies underneath.

As I rose from the couch, the soft music seemed to sway with me, my hips moving rhythmically as I padded along the hardwood floor. I was dressed in a pair of red and green panties, matched with an oversized Christmas shirt that hung from my frame.

The simplicity of the morning—a blend of warmth, love, and the spirit of giving was a gift in itself. The simple act of being here with Corbin, despite the hardships and mistakes, was the biggest gift I could ask for.

I owed Corbin my love, and damn near owed him my life. Who knows what I'd be doing right this moment if I hadn't met Corbin. My suffering was over, and I no longer felt the necessity of moving out of Vermont.

I was so happy I hadn't run from my problems. Instead, I ran straight into the answer; Corbin.

I swayed my body into the kitchen to see my love standing over the stove. I waltzed up behind him and hugged his waist, laying my head against the hardness of his muscled back.

He chuckled, placing his spatula in the cooling pan beside the stove. He turned his body around in my grasp to face me, using my arms to keep me in place.

"Someone's rather happy this morning," He said in his gruff morning voice. I had woken him up at six thirty, even though today was his day off. I simply couldn't wait an extra two hours to get this morning rolling.

"How could I not be?" I asked rhetorically. I stood on my tippy toes and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Before I could pull away, his hands caught my jaw, tilting it up. He kissed me with such delicacy.

I submitted to his dominant gestures, allowing him to kiss me how he wanted. After a minute, I could've sworn he'd end up burning whatever he was cooking, but instead of stopping and tending to his stove, he dipped his hands below the globes of my ass and hoisted me up. He set me gently on the countertop across from the stove, sitting on my bare thighs on the cold granite.

I squeaked at the low temperature, but Corbin didn't relent his ravage. I moaned into the kiss as his hands traveled up the soft flesh of my inner thigh. Tortuously, he kneaded the skin like a masseur.

He got dangerously close to my suddenly growing member, but the moment he was within inches of my needy area, the loud beeping of the stove timer rang out.

A teasing chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pulled away from me. He took a step back, looking me up and down. I was sitting vulnerably on the countertop with my legs spread and a tent in my panties. "Such a naughty boy on Christmas day.".

I knew he was admiring me, but I couldn't help but pout. Leaving me high and dry, he patted my leg and turned back to the stove to tend to the cooking food. "Why don't you get back to the living room? We can eat while we watch a Christmas movie," He suggested. I sighed in response.

Feeling a tad mischievous, I brought my hand to my hard on, using my palm to massage the tip of my length. Lulling my head back, all I had to do was wait for him to catch on. I released a moan of contempt as I continued the rhythmic motion.