Bill stands back and looks at the freshly decorated tree in the large living room; he looks over at you and smiles happily. “You did amazing!”
“I had some help..” you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle his neck lightly.
“it seems there is already a gift under the tree!” Bill feigns surprise and confusion while gently pushing you forwards.
You sigh and bend down to pick it up, your cotton pyjamas clinging tightly to your rear as you do so drawing out a whistle from Bill; he was always such a gentleman, no matter where he was… However, only for you did he show his wild side and get a little kinky.
“And what as my tall Swedish Santa got for me?” You chuckle. “I didn’t even get to sit on his knee and tell him if I was a good girl…” A small pout playing on your lips as you walk back towards him.
Bill smirks “Open it and find out…” His eyebrow twitching above his intense green eyes.
You shake the box a little as wrapping tears off. Something jingles; a small noise that reminds you somewhat of a Fairy sprinkling their dust over someone mixed with an old over the door shop bell. All becomes clear as you open the plain box revealing two nipple clamps with attached bells. “Well, Well!” You give a return smirk and look up at Bill.
And the bastard knew it.
“You are going to strip down to skin and I am going to attach these to you. Then you will sit on my lap, after a fashion, and bounce on my dick making them jingle while I tell you how much of a good girl you are…”
If it had been anyone else instructing you on what was going to happen, you would have slapped them, laughed and walked out… But Bill? When Bill instructed you, ordered you, made certain decisions for you - it turned you on in ways you didn’t think were possible.
And the bastard knew it.
“Yes, Sir.” Is all you manage to answer - your mouth suddenly a little dry; something that didn’t apply to another part of your body right now.
Bill sits on the two seater sofa with his legs spread. He watches you intently as you slip your pyjama bottoms down your legs to the floor and then stretch out while pulling off your tee. You stand in nothing but light pink cotton panties and can practically feel his gaze looking over you.
“I said down to skin, baby girl.” Bill smiles. “They’re cute, but they need to be on the floor too.”
Trailing your hands down over your figure, you hook your thumbs into the sides and slowly turn on your tippy toes until Bill has the view of your back. Smiling to yourself you push down the material, bending forward to push them all the way to the floor and finally stepping out after straightening back up and stretching.
“Such a fucking tease.” Bill licks his lips and stands, picking up the nipple clamps from the box and moves to stand behind you.
A tease? Yes and you had learned from Bill. You had learned how to hold out on him and work him up. How to move just so, so that he couldn’t resist you. You had learned how to wrap him around your finger, in the bedroom… But only when he let you.
His long fingers were now gliding over your skin; being followed by a trail of goosebumps. He teases your nipples, circling his fingertips over them while his lips pressed light kisses over your neck.
It didn’t matter how much you teased Bill, it was always you practically begging for him to take you. Wherever you were, whomever you were with. Once the teasing started he would always up the stakes because he knew what his teasing did to you. Bill also knew that you would do whatever he asked as long as it ended with his dick buried deep inside you.
