Christmas With Nathan (9 page)

A nervous swallow filled the space between us and I immediately moved to set her mind at ease by placing the crop back on the bed. ‘This will be for pleasure only, Stella.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’ I watched as she gave another minute shift of her thighs. Stella really couldn’t be a more perfect match for me – when she let her submissive side out she really came into her own. It was extremely arousing, and such an immense pleasure to watch.

‘We haven’t played like this for a long while, Stella, so I would like you to tell me your safe words again, just in case you feel the need to use them at any point.’

The skin on Stella’s cheeks flushed to a very pleasing shade of pink before she licked her lips and spoke. ‘Green for good, yellow if I want to discuss anything, and red meaning stop.’

‘Good girl.’ Unable to resist the temptation of checking her arousal, I leaned around Stella and trailed my hand lower across her stomach until it slid between her legs. She gave a gasp as my fingers brushed across her swollen clit and dipped into her soft, welcoming sex. Fuck me. She was so wet. Even the appearance of the crop hadn’t put her off – good.

With my fingers playing between her legs, I suddenly found the temptation to push Stella back and take her almost overwhelming me, so I reluctantly pulled my hand away, drawing back from the bed and into the corner of the room again.

Pulling my posture straighter, I used every shred of my control to draw in several calming breaths as I restored my composure and reset my mind. Once my brain had recovered from its bout of lustfulness, I got back into Dominant mode and approached the bed again.

ELEVEN

STELLA

‘So, before we get to the pleasure we need to deal with your punishments,’ Nathan murmured ominously as he approached the bed again and began gently smoothing out the strands of the flogger, making it very clear what he intended to use to dole out my punishments. I was secretly quite relieved, because the presence of the crop had initially thrown me slightly. We’d never used one before, and they just looked so … so … painful, I guess. But now that I had Nathan’s assurance that it would only be used to administer pleasure, I could relax again.

‘Do you know why you’re being punished, Stella? Because it’s important for you to understand.’ I knew one reason; my fidgeting downstairs when he’d told me to stand still, but I was totally clueless about my other supposed breach of the rules. One thing was for sure though – I could guarantee that Nathan was bloody loving all of this. I was too, as much as it might not be everyone’s cup of tea, I loved this aspect of our relationship. I’d almost go as far as to say that I needed it.

‘I know one of them, Sir. I moved in the hallway when you had asked me not to,’ I whispered softly. ‘But, um, well, I’m not sure of the other reason.’

There was silence for a few seconds as Nathan slowly prowled around the room. He really did love to build anticipation, and he was bloody good at it. I don’t know how he controlled himself in situations like this, because I was so horny now that I could feel moisture escaping onto the tops of my thighs, and when he’d dipped his hand between my legs earlier, I’d had to tense every muscle in my body to hold back from coming. It had been close, but thankfully I’d managed to hold back. Just.

‘You bit your lip, Stella. You know how much I hate it when you hurt yourself like that.’ A frown creased my brow. When on earth had I bitten my lip in front of Nathan? With his constant reminders not to do it, it was a habit I did far less frequently now. But if I did ever feel the urge to a chomp on my lip I always made sure that Nathan was nowhere in the vicinity.

As much as I wanted to reject his claim, I knew better and stayed silent with my eyes focused on the quilt. I heard Nathan chuckle, obviously thoroughly enjoying my confusion. ‘When you went in to drop Will off with Nicholas and Rebecca, I was in here lighting the candles,’ he said, as if that somehow explained his certainty that I had bitten my lip. Which it didn’t at all, I was still clueless.

‘Look at me, Stella.’ Immediately lifting my head at his request, I saw Nathan standing shirtless by the wardrobe, his legs spread wide, and his arms folded over his lean torso in a view that completely distracted me from the fact that he was gesturing towards the baby monitors to his left.

As my mind focused on what he was pointing at, I settled my gaze on the video screen, which was currently showing an image of the corner of the bedroom with William fast asleep in his cot – and then it hit me. I had been in
that
room, visible on
that
camera, when I had bitten my lip nervously as I’d asked Rebecca if she was definitely OK to watch Will. Oops. Busted.

‘That’s right. I saw your naughty lip-chewing, sweetheart,’ Nathan murmured seductively, the tone of his voice almost hungry as he took several steps forward and came into my lowered line of sight.

‘Now then. I would like you to lie on your front, please, arms and legs spread nice and wide.’ I almost giggled at how casual and normal his comment sounded. His tone was bland, almost as if he was discussing something dull like whose turn it was to wash up or which colour carpet he preferred. I knew better though. Nathan would be incredibly aroused by all of this, and I knew that beneath his deceptively cool exterior he would be burning with excitement at my submission to him. It always showed in his eyes; they would sparkle with enjoyment no matter how serious his face appeared. But I didn’t risk a glance on this occasion, instead choosing to manoeuvre myself into the position he had requested.

Whenever we scened like this, my senses always heightened to almost impossible levels, allowing me to experience and enjoy every single element of the play; touch, feel, taste, smell, you name it, they all combined to make it a truly whole-body experience.

For example, I was aware of so many things that my brain gave up trying to analyse each individual one and just allowed them to wash over me; the cool sheets below my heated skin, the soft beat of the music permeating my consciousness and matching my raised pulse, the gorgeous scent of Nathan’s aftershave soothing my impatience. God, I had missed this. It really was such a heady experience.

The first indication that Nathan had finally tired of his waiting was a mild sinking of the mattress as he sat down beside me. Warm, gentle fingers began to trace across my neck and shoulders, barely touching, but teasing enough that I let out a soft murmur of approval.

Nathan wasn’t like other men I’d been with in the past. They had always gone straight for my boobs or clitoris during foreplay, but Nathan had proved to be a true expert at discovering every single erogenous zone on my body that would heighten my arousal. Tonight he was obviously intent on using them all to his advantage; contact at the base of my shoulder blades made me shudder at the pleasurable tickling sensation, a brush at the back of my knees had me thrusting my hips into the mattress, a gentle stroke to the undersides of my arms caused my nipples to harden further, pressing into the soft covers as I let out a quiet, needy moan.

I had no idea how much time had passed but my head was swimming with desire by the time Nathan stood up from the bed, leaving me alone and immediately missing his touch, causing me to moan his name desperately. ‘Nathan, please.’

‘Please,
Sir
,’ he corrected me, a smug smile evident in his tone even though I couldn’t see his face.

‘Please, Sir,’ I repeated without hesitation, utterly desperate in my need to feel his touch again. Not to mention my need to come.

‘Soon, sweetheart, but first we need to test out this new flogger, don’t we? Are you up for that?’

His request for permission made me smile as I realised why he had spent so long getting me aroused – he was aware of the fact that we hadn’t played for a very long while and wanted to make sure I was relaxed enough to enjoy it. His constant care for me only added to my current arousal as I nodded my head. ‘I am, Sir.’

I heard a low hum of approval from beside me, then a soft swishing sound before the first mild sting of the flogger landed on my right buttock. It had been an incredibly gentle blow, more of a stroke, so obviously Nathan really was holding himself in control tonight.

A second swish landed on my other buttock, equally gentle as if Nathan were testing how I was enjoying it. Mumbling my enthusiasm, I gave a cheeky bottom wiggle, which caused Nathan to chuckle wickedly beside me before he began to use the flogger over the whole of my back, legs, arms, and buttocks, each slap of the soft strands just as mild as the last until my entire skin was tingling. The teasing bugger even added in the occasional soft flick between my legs, which made me clench every single time, the entire experience leaving me panting in my need for release.

The feeling on Nathan’s warm hand rubbing across my bottom made me hum happily before I felt two swift, harder stings from the flogger, which made me gasp in surprise, my back arching from the harder contact. Ah,
now
it was time for the punishment. ‘Those were for moving when I asked you not to,’ he murmured, his mouth moving across the heated skin of my bottom soothing the sting with his soft lips and warm tongue. ‘And these are for biting your lip.’ Another two harder blows landed on my bottom before Nathan dropped the flogger to the floor. It was done? I’d rather enjoyed them, so that hadn’t been too much of a punishment.

Nathan’s hand was once again soothing over my heated bottom and I shamelessly pushed it up into his hand to increase the contact. The way he had used the soft strands had been incredibly arousing and my entire body was throbbing with arousal now to the point where I once again found myself begging him to take care of me. ‘Sir, please, I need to come.’

The sound of his zip lowering had me catching my breath as my eyes widened in anticipation and my hands clutched handfuls of the duvet in my attempt not to squirm impatiently.

‘Let’s take care of that for you, Stella. Roll over onto your back, baby.’ He didn’t need to ask twice, I was so needy that instead of attempting to roll over seductively or appealingly, as I usually would, I practically threw myself onto my back, my legs splaying open to accommodate Nathan’s hips when his grinning face appeared in my line of sight and he dove down to kiss me.

TWELVE

NATHAN

It had taken every shred of self-control to reign in my urges as I’d used the flogger on Stella’s curvy little arse. Seeing her laid there for me spread-eagled and wiggling that delicious behind of hers had nearly pushed me over the edge, and I’d been so close to giving up on foreplay and just thrusting into her on several occasions.

God, she was perfect for me. Responsive, keen, and just as up for this type of play as I was. I have to admit, I’d been a little concerned that now William was with us that Stella might want to leave this part of our sex life behind, but from the way she had keenly presented herself on the bed – naked, submissive and willing – it seemed that my doubts could be laid to rest.

Thank fuck for that. While I would have left behind my Dom days if Stella had requested it, I was incredibly relieved that I didn’t have to.

I had enjoyed dishing out those final punishment flicks with the flogger, but just hadn’t been able to bring myself to use the strength I would have done previously, even though I knew Stella would have enjoyed it. For one, I was acutely aware that Stella’s skin still wasn’t used to this type of contact so I needed to tread carefully, but secondly, she was the mother of my child, the woman I loved more than I’d ever believed was possible, and as insane as it seemed to someone with my history, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it any firmer.

Mind you, even the minimal strength I had used resulted in a very pleasing flush to her skin and I couldn’t help but admire it for a second before lowering a hand and gently stroking her soft buttocks.

‘Sir, please, I need to come.’ Her pleading voice was muffled by the duvet, but it was more than enough to spur me into action as I removed my hand from her warm skin and set about undoing the zip of my jeans, leaving them on but unbuttoned to relive the constriction around my groin.

‘Let’s take care of that for you, Stella. Roll over onto your back, baby,’ I instructed softly, mightily gratified to hear an excited gasp rush from Stella’s lips.

The sexual tension was so thick it could practically be cut with a knife so it wasn’t exactly a moment for jokes, but I very nearly laughed out loud at the desperately clumsy way Stella had flipped herself over. There was no finesse in her move, that was for sure, but I didn’t care. If anything, her hurried manoeuvre just showed how much she wanted me. A feeling I reciprocated wholeheartedly.

Unable to supress a grin at her eagerness, I gave up my rigid self-control for a second of indulgence as I practically pounced between her splayed legs and sought her parted lips with mine.

As my tongue traced her upper lip she groaned and opened her mouth wider to allow me to take exactly what she needed to give, our tongues twining in a deep, heated exchange until I pulled back, breathless and so aroused that I felt light-headed.

As tempted as I was to rip my jeans off and bury myself inside Stella’s accommodating body, I didn’t. Fuck knows how, but I held back. Now that we had William in our lives I didn’t know when we’d next get the opportunity to do this – I certainly would never act out a scene like this with William sleeping in the same room – so rushing now would be criminal.

Forcing myself to take several breaths, I rose from the bed, did a calming countdown from five to zero, then nodded my head slowly. Now I was more focused on extending this play session I stood up, looked at the equipment I had at my disposal, and formulated my plan.

On the bed, Stella was struggling not to actively writhe around. Her face and body were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from our kiss, and eyes locked on mine expectantly. Strictly speaking, she should be avoiding eye contact, but she looked so sweet in her submission that I didn’t bother to pick her up on it.

Stella had worked really hard to shift the small amount of baby weight she had gained during the pregnancy. To be honest, William had been quite a small baby and Stella hadn’t really gained a great deal of weight – apart from her actual baby bump, of course. Looking at her now, I could hardly tell she’d ever been pregnant. She was paranoid about the few silvery stretch marks on her belly, but I loved them; they were evidence that she’d carried our boy inside of her. Besides, her worries had provided me with the perfect opportunity to give her a daily skin rub with Bio Oil, which during the first few sex-free months had proved to be quite an erotic experience – and was often followed by me taking a long shower and easing my lust with my own right hand. Not that I’d shared those full details with Stella.