Christmas With Nathan Page 7

  My girl didn’t reply or look up at me, but I did see a small nod of her head as her eyes remained focused on the new flogger and crop that I had purchased just last week in preparation for this very evening.

  ‘Do you approve?’ I asked, knowing how much Stella had enjoyed my use of floggers in the past. She’d never experienced a crop in my hand, though, so that was going to be a rather exciting first for us both. God, it had been years since I’d used a crop. As toys went, they were quite a favourite of mine; flexible and able to ignite pleasure if used correctly, but I had avoided them with Stella because she’d once mentioned that they looked scary. I used to be quite the master with one, so tonight I would help her overcome that particular fear.

  ‘I … I do, Sir,’ she replied meekly, but I suspected her slight hesitation was due to the crop. ‘Why did we need a new flogger?’

  One of my eyebrows quirked at her ever-curious nature. It was one of the many things I loved about her. ‘This flogger is suede, much softer than the leather one we have at home, and seeing as we haven’t done anything like this for quite a while I thought it would be more suitable for getting you back into it.’ Which translated to, it will be more pleasurable on your soft, sweet skin.

  Leaning across to her I removed the rose from her hands and gently used the flower head to trail a path across her perfect nipples. They budded even tighter at the contact as she gave a shiver, and I smiled smugly before placing the rose on the bedside table and turning back to the flogger.

  ‘Here, have a feel.’ I leant forward and picked it up, offering the handle for her to take. There was a slight tremble in her fingers, but after being with Stella for this long I immediately knew it was from her thundering pulse and excitement, not nerves, which merely added to my own arousal. We had built up complete trust in each other during our time together, something I had never experienced with a woman before, and as it turned out, I found it was a particularly exhilarating feeling.

  I watched in curiosity as Stella gently ran the soft suede strands through her fingertips, exploring the texture several times until her pink tongue darted out to lick her lower lip. Her cheeks were now flushed a deep pink, and her pupils were so large that her blue irises were almost invisible as she handed the toy back to me.

  Smiling in satisfaction at her response, I took my time to place it back on the bed, lying the strands out carefully, almost as if presenting it to her. It was more than clear from Stella’s reaction that she liked the idea of me using the flogger on her, and judging by the way she was now squirming a little in her kneeling position, she really liked that idea.

  ‘You may have noticed my other purchase.’ Picking up the crop, I gripped the handle and held it out so she could examine it. For all intents and purposes, it looked quite similar to a cane, but after my childhood experience of those with my father I never touched them. This was different, more flexible, and topped with a tab of leather that I would be using tonight to cause all sorts of pleasure.

  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 discuss
ing 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 hel
d 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.

  I could tell from the way she was trying to grind her thighs together that she was still desperate for release, as was I, so I decided to indulge her now to help take the edge off her frustration so she could enjoy everything else I had planned for her.

  Moving to the foot of the bed I very gently ran the tip of one finger up the sole of her left foot, causing a very satisfying shudder to run through her body. ‘Spread these gorgeous legs for me, baby,’ I murmured, slightly embarrassed by how croaky my voice sounded.