A Living Gift

Kayla's eyes slowly opened to the sight of an alarm clock glowing in the dark on the bedside table. She was overwhelmed by an almost unfamiliar sense of comfort, the heavy duvet wrapping around her and surrounding her with warmth that shielded her from the cold beyond it. It was difficult to not simply drift away and return to her peaceful slumber, but vague thoughts and sensations seemed to be urging her to take notice of them. Pushing sleep aside long enough to make sense of what she was seeing, her mind finally registered the time.

1:02. It's...it's not Christmas anymore.

The somber thought helped pull her from her sleep and closer to consciousness. She didn't know why, but the fact that Christmas day had technically come and gone made her aware of a sense of sadness at the edges of her mind. Before she could understand why, she was distracted by a stirring coming from somewhere behind her. Something warm wrapped around her waist, rubbing against her skin and making her aware that it was bare as it began holding her in what felt like a powerful but comfortably familiar embrace. Slowly coming to the realization that she couldn't feel any clothing anywhere on her body, the question of why she was sleeping in the nude was quickly overtaken by the question of who was sharing her bed. Her mind racing, the events of the previous evening slowly trickled into her mind and finally pulled her thoughts away from falling asleep again.

"Mmm...Kayla..."

The lethargic and rumbling voice coming from behind her, heavy with sleep and far deeper than usual, was still as familiar to her as her own. A smile taking shape on her face, Kayla pushed herself back into the embrace that seemed to tighten in response. She would know Jacob's voice anywhere, and the combination of its presence and her current circumstances caused the last day to come flooding into her conscious thoughts as though a dam had burst. She pressed herself back against his body, even warmer and more enticing than the softness and warmth of the sheets around them. As she wrapped her hand around the bicep draped over her body, Kayla recalled how they'd come to be there together, their embrace a reward for all of the planning and effort that had filled such a short amount of time. In an instant, she realized the reason for her earlier sadness; until only a few hours earlier, she'd fully expected the day to end in failure.

"Kayla..."

Lost in thought, Kayla was suddenly pulled back into the present by the feeling of Jacob's warmth. Her heart fluttered as she was reminded of his presence, but her thoughts took a quick turn as she felt him moving. His hips were pressing into her firmly, withdrawing for only a moment before pressing into her again. Realization again dawned on Kayla as she felt something firm pressing against her hip, and then again against the curve of her ass. Feeling her face grow warm, she began to recall another detail of the last several hours that reminded her that, in that moment, she technically still had a responsibility.

It's not Christmas anymore...but...

Reaching behind her, Kayla's hand slid up Jacob's thigh until her fingertips found what was blindly poking her. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft that was already twitching in her hand and, lifting one of her legs, she guided the head toward her body. The moment the head touched her, Jacob's hips moved forward again and pushed it inside of her. Kayla gasped in surprise, but her attention was again pulled to Jacob as she heard him softly groan his approval. The sound caused Kayla's heart to flutter again, and she pushed her hips back to meet his. Another groan of approval reached her ears as he sank into her, urging her to tilt her hips to take in as much of him as possible. He came to a stop as his body pressed firmly against hers, and his breathing began to increase its pace as she felt him twitch again inside of her. Kayla smiled again, this time in appreciation.

Even now, he's still thinking of me.

She knew he wasn't fully conscious, but knowing Jacob as she did made it impossible for Kayla to assume that Jacob was doing anything other than being considerate. She wasn't nearly as wet as she'd been earlier in the evening but, as she lowered her leg and savored the sensation of feeling their bodies connected once again, she didn't expect it to take long to return to that state. She rolled her hips forward before gently pushing them back against Jacob, this time pulling a long, deep moan from his throat. Feeling encouraged, Kayla rolled her hips forward again only to be surprised when the arm around her waist suddenly moved. In an instant, a hand had a firm grip on her hip, holding it in place and keeping her from pulling away any further.

"Mmm...jus'...mmm...lemme fuck it."

Pushing aside thoughts of how cute his voice could be even in situations like this, Kayla obediently stopped resisting Jacob's grip and allowed her body to fall limp. Jacob moved closer, again pushing himself fully inside of Kayla's body until they pressed together. Seemingly satisfied that his instructions had been followed, he began slowly thrusting. Kayla bit her lip in an attempt to keep a moan from escaping her as she yielded control of her body, simply lying there and allowing Jacob to use it to pleasure himself. She knew that it wasn't that simple and that Jacob would never disregard her feelings and wishes entirely, but she was able to suspend her disbelief as she felt decreasing resistance to the movement of the cock inside of her and heard groans of approval become soft, short grunts.

Yes...please, use me...

Apparently satisfied that she would no longer attempt to pull away from him, Jacob moved his hand from Kayla's hip up to her breast and gripped it just as tightly. He seemed to be bracing her against his thrusts, holding her entire body in place as his hips began pushing toward her with increasing strength. The short grunts became more vocal, sending shivers down Kayla's spine as he rested his head closer to hers and his lips fell near her ear. Fearful of contradicting any thoughts or fantasies that may be running through his sleep-addled mind, Kayla forced herself to remain silent as he began driving himself inside of her with steadily increasing force. Biting her lip even harder to remind herself to remain silent, she imagined herself as nothing more than a doll, a toy that existed for no reason other than the pleasure of her user. Every time his cock slid into her, it was confirmation of her fantasy. She would gladly be nothing, go limp and feel nothing if it was for him. She even resisted the urge to bend forward and present her ass to him as a gift for fear of disobeying his order, even knowing how much it had excited him earlier in the evening.

Kayla took it as a reward for her patience when Jacob's grunts became more urgent. Knowing what was coming, it took all of the restraint within her to remain motionless as he finished. With a final thrust and a last loud grunt, Jacob's grip on her breast tightened and his arm went rigid, feeling as if it was locking her entire body in place as she felt the first hot streams spurt inside of her. Kayla turned her head and buried her face in her pillow as stream after stream of semen splashed inside of her, pumping in a flow that seemed endless after everything she'd pulled from him earlier in the evening. After several more weak strokes, Jacob's grip on her body finally relaxed and she heard a long, contented sigh escaped his lips.

"Mmm...thank..."

Her entire body tingling from the feeling of warmth spreading through her core, Kayla held back an urge to laugh as she heard Jacob's slow to the point that she was certain he was asleep again. Finally confident that she could remain quiet, she moved her head enough to reach down and kiss the hand still gripping her breast. Confident that he was peacefully slipping into unconsciousness, she was willing to give a contented sigh of her own as she slowly moved her hips and savored the feeling of having his cock still inside of her.

You don't have to thank me...but I love that you do, anyway.

Kayla again found herself looking at the clock as her eyes slowly closed, contentment allowing her to drift back to sleep along with Jacob. Pulling his arm over her as she nestled into a comfortable place against his chest, her mind replayed the events of the previous day again as she thought of what had finally brought them together.

On Christmas Day the previous afternoon, Kayla was standing nude in front of a full length mirror in the bedroom of her best friend's apartment. Silently studying her body, she scrutinized every detail she could see; she studied the fullness of her bust, the curve of her hips and the smoothness of her skin, searching desperately for any flaw she could find and correct in the time she had left. Though she couldn't find anything specific that stood out as being problematic, she couldn't shake the feeling that the overall presentation was somehow lacking. She frowned as she looked herself over from head to toe once again, certain that she was missing something important.

"Would you relax? You look like you're on your way to an execution, not a party. Trust me, it's not the look you're going for."

Shaken from her thoughts by Chloe's voice, Kayla finally managed to tear her gaze away from her reflection. Chloe had known both her and Jacob since high school, making her the one person she felt comfortable asking for help. At the moment, she felt that she needed it more than ever.

"Okay, help me out here." Kayla was disturbed by the sound of her own voice, every bit as nervous and uncertain as she felt. "What am I forgetting?"

Unzipping a long garment bag, Chloe turned her head to give Kayla an annoyed glance. "To pull the stick out of your ass. I don't know how you expect to get Jacob's dick in there if you don't leave him any room."

Kayla rolled her eyes before turning back to the mirror, trying her best to look annoyed as she fought the corners of her mouth to keep them from turning upward. She hated admitting when Chloe was right, mostly because of how often that was the case. "Be serious, would you? This is...important. I can't forget anything. Not tonight."

Chloe's look of annoyance faded as she took a long look at Kayla and noticed just how much fear there was in her voice. Carefully placing the garment bag on her bed, she crossed the bedroom and stood behind Kayla before wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She held the embrace until Kayla sighed softly, something that had become something of a tradition between the two of them over the years. She could be exceptionally crass and was generally blunt to a fault, but Chloe had a talent for nurturing that Kayla had come to depend on in times of crisis. She was able to inspire calm and clear Kayla's incessant intrusive thoughts enough to focus on what was important, an ability that Kayla desperately needed at that moment.

"Did you ever think that maybe you

aren't

forgetting anything?"

Kayla's eyes returned to studying her reflection, once again failing to find a specific flaw to correct. It did nothing to ease her fears. "N--no...but--"

"But

nothing

, Kay. Look."

"What are you talking about? I

am

looking--"

Without warning, Chloe took a careful but firm grasp of Kayla's chin and turned her head toward the mirror, pointing her eyes at the top of her reflection's head. "No,

really

look. Your hair. What's wrong with it?"

Kayla took a moment to inspect her hair for what felt like the hundredth time. Chloe had spent the better part of an hour combing, straightening and meticulously arranging every blonde strand, framing her face until they fell in loose curls around her shoulders. "Well...nothing..."

Chloe didn't waste any time in pressing on, clearly unwilling to allow time for finding a fault. "What about your makeup? What's wrong with

that

?"

Again, Chloe's skill made itself apparent. The faint shades of pink and coral on her pale skin drew attention to her bright green eyes, something that Kayla had only then noticed. She stared at her reflection and tried to take in the look of softness and innocence that her hair and makeup created, but it was difficult to pull her attention away from the eyes staring back at her. They alternated between fearful and judgmental, but they were impossible to ignore entirely. It occurred to her that the only difference between looking alluring and terrifying was her expression. Once again, Kayla pushed down a feeling of appreciation in favor of annoyance when she realized that Chloe was right. More than anything, she needed to relax.

"N--nothing...it looks good..."

"

You

look good," Chloe gently corrected.

"I...I guess..."

Barely concealing a smile, Chloe turned her head with a loud huff. "Are you implying that I do shoddy work, madam? Well, I

never

!"

Finally laughing in spite of herself, Kayla turned her attention to Chloe's reflection rather than her own. She knew that Chloe was only joking, but the last thing she wanted to do was seem unappreciative of all of the effort that had gone into her appearance. When she thought about it, Kayla realized that Chloe had spent more time on her than she'd spent on herself.

"No, of course not. It's a masterpiece, as usual."

Chloe turned an uneasy glance toward Kayla's reflection as she noticed an air of sadness returning to her voice. "Then what's left? You look amazing."

"But...what about...?"

Kayla's eyes drifted down, now inspecting her body beyond Chloe's work. Following her gaze, Chloe caught on quickly and again moved to intercept the errant thought. She slid her hands up Kayla's body until she reached her breasts and gently cupped them.

"Nice. Full, firm and perky. Just how Jacob likes them...remember?"

The counterargument forming in Kayla's mind was shattered by the mention of Jacob's name. Though he would never speak such thoughts aloud under normal circumstances, on more than one drunken occasion he'd let slip several of his preferences in women. Several were beyond her control, but her bust was one that was a perfect match. She studied the way Chloe held her, lifting her breasts and putting them on display. Each hand could only barely contain the one it held, causing Kayla's mind to drift to the realization that they would be a nearly perfect fit if they were in Jacob's hands instead.

"I...well...yeah..."

Taking the lack of reluctance as confirmation, Chloe pressed her advantage and started sliding one hand back down Kayla's body. "Soft, smooth and perfectly pink. Speaking of which..." Chloe's fingertips, resting on the middle of Kayla's thigh, slowly traced a line back upward until they came to a stop between them.

"Chloe...come on, stop messing around..." Kayla struggled to keep her voice even, wiggling her hips in mock protest.

"Like I said...soft, smooth and perfectly pink." Chloe gently teased with her fingertips, drawing a line up and down as she applied gentle pressure to Kayla's breast. Sensing an opportunity, she leaned in close to Kayla's ear and whispered, "Jacob would agree...don't you think?"

Feeling Chloe's gentle touches suddenly become more forceful at the mention of Jacob's name, Kayla bit her lip as she struggled to keep a moan from escaping. Her eyes closed and, for just a moment, she imagined larger and rougher hands gripping her with increasing strength. It took her a moment to realize that, at some point, she'd begun pushing herself back into Chloe's embrace, grinding against her as she unconsciously searched for something firm to assure her that she was giving as much as she was receiving.

"Now...look again."

Kayla was slowly pulled from her fantasy as Chloe's soft voice reached her ear and the firm grip returned to her chin. She looked at her reflection, seeing someone almost entirely different from the woman who had been standing there moments earlier. Instead of fear or judgment, Kayla saw desire barely contained by a dam that threatened to burst at any moment. Her hips were still moving, desperately waiting to be claimed. Her nipples stood straight, signaling a clear need for more. Her eyes, half open and unfocused, put the lust behind them on display in clear contrast to what was otherwise a look of purity and innocence. She looked like a gift, a beautiful present begging to be unwrapped. It was exactly what she'd envisioned when she first agreed to attend the party and her plan began to take shape in her mind.

"

That's

the look you want. That's the look that

Jacob

wants."

Her mind brought back into the moment by Chloe's assertion, Kayla took in her appearance again. As she did, doubt made a final desperate attempt to sneak back in alongside her conscious thoughts. "But--"

Kayla jumped as the pressure holding her chin increased. She looked at Chloe's reflection and saw a startling change in her expression, suddenly as stern as the voice that followed.

"That's the look that you're going to give him. You will give yourself to him and he will claim you, tonight and in front of everyone. He will make you his and, after tonight, you will belong to him, mind and body. It will be because of you, because he wants you and because you have presented yourself to him properly. This is not open to discussion. Do you understand me, Kayla?"

Kayla gasped as she felt warmth flooding through her body. Her heart began to hammer as her eyes slowly closed and she felt herself melting into Chloe's embrace. Without thinking, she began to nod. "Y--yes."

"Yes,

what

, Kayla?"

There was a sharp inhale as Kayla steadied her voice. "Yes, Chloe. I understand."

"And?"

"And I..." Kayla pushed aside all of her thoughts and fantasies, putting her entire being into responding properly. "...and I will obey."

Finally allowing her expression to relax into a smile, Chloe gave Chloe a long hug before gently kissing her cheek. "Good girl, Kayla. Now let's get you dressed. Sit on the bed until I'm ready for you."

Stepping back from Kayla, Chloe gently ran a hand down her back and along the curve of her ass before giving a quick slap, the sound echoing from the bedroom walls as the sting coursed through Kayla's entire body. Chloe returned to the garment bag and carefully picked it up, leaving Kayla standing alone in front of the mirror and smiling in spite of herself. Of all of her secrets and desires, Chloe had just made use of the one she held most dear. She was the only other person who knew of Kayla's need to yield control to another, much less be allowed to take advantage of it. Kayla could no longer ignore her appreciation of Chloe, her heart warming at the thought that in all of the time that had passed since she'd learned of this desire, she had only ever used it in Kayla's best interest. She wondered if Chloe truly understood just how strong their bond had become as a result. She briefly considered telling her until Chloe suddenly turned, her expression again stern.

"What did I just tell you to do, Kayla?"

Gasping, Kayla was shaken from her musing to realize that she was still standing where Chloe had left her. She quickly crossed the room, trotting to the side of the bed and only realizing when she came to a stop that she was trembling. Chloe's dominant voice was startling in contrast to her usual crude playfulness, but it somehow made Kayla more eager to obey.

"Yes...right away. I'm sorry, Chloe."

"I forgive you. Good girl, Kayla."

Several hours later, Kayla and Chloe were holding elegantly wrapped boxes and standing at the front door of a house on the other side of town as the last rays of sunlight fell below the horizon. A bass-heavy beat gently thudded on the other side of the door, causing Kayla to scowl. Though she'd agreed to come and knew well in advance what to expect, she couldn't help being annoyed. It sounded like a strip club was waiting on the other side of the door, something that had been done with intent every Christmas like clockwork. It was hardly her idea of a festive atmosphere, but she forced herself to remember that a traditional celebration was the last thing that anyone there wanted. Everyone in attendance had been invited specifically because they had nowhere else to be, whether because their families were too far away, they weren't welcome at home or they had no families to miss them. Nobody wanted a reminder of what they would be doing had it been an option. Kayla was no exception, and she forced herself to remember that they weren't all that different.