Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Make me.”
As soon as the words escape my lips, Jackson pulls the shirt over my shoulders and yanks it down forcefully, leaning back long enough to shove it to the floor. His movements are wild, feral, like he can’t stand how long he’s been deprived of my body throughout the reception, when we had to run around and make sure to give everyone the attention they deserved for coming such a long way for our big day.
Jackson trails his knuckles down my spine, moving ever so slowly, taking his time…like a Daddy who knows how to tease his boy.
As his hand reaches the waistband of my slacks, he growls—another inconvenience in the way of his claiming his husband.
But like the pro he’s become, he reaches around and unfastens my belt and unclips my fly.
He slides the belt out of the loops, then tugs at the waist and my boxers, forcing them down past my ass, letting them fall to my ankles.
Another growl…then Jackson snaps the belt, that familiar crack filling the room and reverberating right through me.
I turn to him, and he has a wicked smirk across his lips.
“Did you want to punish me, Daddy?”
He winces. “I’m rewarding you for being a good boy and marrying your man like you were supposed to today.”
“Well, almost got out of that one,” I tease with a wink.
He beams, kissing me again, and I relax right into it.
I’m so exposed—naked while my man is still in his tux pants and half-open button-down.
With the belt still in one hand, he uses his other to navigate down my body, to my ass, his hand cupping it as his forefinger and middle finger slip to my hole. I love when he does that, when he takes to my body so effortlessly, like it’s his…because it is.
“I think I might need to get away for a second,” I say as I pull away from him, “so I can slip into something…a little more comfortable.”
“More comfortable? Isn’t that what someone says when they’re about to get naked, which you already are…”
“Just slip into bed, and trust your little boy,” I tell him, and as he grins, I pull out of his grasp and head into the closet, where I get to work.
“Are you ready for me, Daddy?” I ask, waiting around the corner of the closet so he can’t see me.
“Ready and waiting.”
I step around the corner. He lounges on his side, the belt resting before him, as I appear, dressed in my Naughty Elf gear—green jockstrap with a matching harness and elf hat.
When I first put together the costume, I wasn’t sure if I was an elf or a sex slave of Emerald City.
I’m worried he’ll think it’s stupid for our fucking wedding night, but his eyes light up as he props himself up. “Oh my,” he says, his eyes filled with that familiar desire, the sort that’s so potent, it’s like a fragrance in the air.
I pose against the doorframe, relaxing back against it like it’s a stripper pole, keeping one hand over my head and the other hidden so he can’t see my other surprise.
“Daddy Santa…” I say, displaying his Santa cap.
Jackson can’t help but laugh, and I don’t blame him because this game is ridiculous as fuck.
Silly and crazy, but so us.
I head over to the bed and crawl across it toward Jackson before he grabs me and pulls me back for a kiss.
I slide the Santa hat on his head.
“Where’s my beard?” he asks when he manages to pry his lips away from mine.
“I was worried it might get stuck in my hole,” I joke, which pulls another laugh from him. “Besides, this one works just fine for me.” I press my cheek against his again, rubbing softly. He bites at my neck, tugging at the flesh, then running his nose up to my ear and whispering, “Well, Santa’s elf must have been very naughty this Christmas.”
“I know. I put a ring on the only viable sexy Daddy on the market. I’m a very bad boy.”
“That you are.”
He runs the belt down my side, to my ass, just so I can feel the edge of it against my skin, before leaning down and biting my ass cheek.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feelings that radiate through me as he bites just hard enough to leave indentations behind.
Then he pulls back, and I hear a quick slap—his hand against the place on my ass where he’d taken the bite.
“Ooh,” I say softly. He rubs the spot, allowing me a moment to adjust to the sensation before I feel him shifting with the belt and then a SNAP.
“Oh, Daddy.”
I keep my eyes sealed shut as he repositions on the bed. I can feel by his movements he’s on his knees. He strokes my back with one hand before there’s another loud snap of the belt.