Author's Note:
This is only meant to be a short story. I won't be making this into a full story but I thought I'd share a small tidbit of fun. All characters are over 18 years old.
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Looking and searching for anything that would make a good gift, to no avail was hard for her. Of course, all the latest things he liked were out of stock. She settles on an idea that they'd both played with previously. She was; his wife, his lover, his little, his slut, his pain toy, his slave, and so much more. But she'd never done what she planned to give to him tonight.
Smiling, the black beauty did a once-over in the bathroom mirror as she adjusted her candy cane red and white strap lingerie, making sure everything looked right. It was the first time she wore anything like this, usually preferring to walk around naked when their kids weren't home.
The only part of her outfit that wasn't new was her collar. She has red straps along her thighs, with little bells sounding off with each move of her body, to add a bit more festivity. Her rich, nearly black gaze lingers on the collar. She felt a swelling of happiness and pride at being his in so many ways.
She sways her chocolate hips once more before she walks out of the bathroom. Making her way downstairs, dimming the lights as she went, she placed her note for him on the entryway table. She knew he would see it here. It was always his first stop when he got home.
Glancing at the clock, she felt a thrill of emotion and excitement rush through her; he'd be home soon. Heading to her destination, she walked through the spotless living room, the only light coming from the brightly flashing red and green-themed Christmas tree. The kids' homemade ornaments decorate the majority of the tree. She made sure that the kids didn't say anything to him about the sleepover at their grandparent's house tonight, so it would be a complete surprise.
It had been a rough week for him. She could tell things were weighing on his mind. She hoped the Christmas present she was about to give him would get his mind off his troubles, at least for a small-time. She placed a pillow on the floor, kneeling on top of it as she slowly and meticulously laid out the toys they would possibly be using tonight. She looked around the room at all the lit candles, casting the darkened red and green-lit room in a warm romantic light.
Running her hands over her thighs, she paused as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She stays knelt in the way he taught her. Her back dipped in the loveliest curve, her plump breasts seeming to defy gravity as the sound of her little bells fall silent. She takes in a deep breath to calm her excitement as she heard the front door open and his keys hit the entryway table.
Usually, he would be pulling off three very clingy little girls. She fights back a grin imagining the curious expression he must have on his face. She could feel my excitement already soaking the red g-string panty of her outfit. Her legs spread, hands resting on her thighs, head bowed. She hoped she looked every bit of a sexy present she had tried to make herself up to be.
Her eyes focus on the spot before her, her breathing increasing. She could hear his every footstep. Her heart felt like it was going to lurch up out of her throat as chills ran through her body. His intake of breath told her he had arrived. The silence that followed made her let out a shaky breath. Then came his deep husky voice.
"Baby girl..." He says, right in front of it.
The sound alone was nearly enough to make her jump. She hadn't realized he'd gotten so close. But he gently gripped onto her chin, angling her face to look up at him. The depth of emotion in his deep blue eyes took her breath away, and as he kissed her. Her eyes closed as she melts into him, losing herself in the taste of him, their tongues mingling. In just his kiss alone, she felt his ownership.
Breathing deeply, his hand moved from her chin to her throat. His hands were hungry and possessive as he pulled her to her feet. Wrapping his arms around her, he cupped her large chocolate ass and lifted her off the floor. The sound of her little bells ringing lightly with each of her movements. Her legs wrap around his middle as he slams her into the wall where their family photos are hung. She couldn't help the gasp of pain and pleasure as she felt his hand leave her ass, before slamming hard against her skin.
"Quiet..." He demands, making her nearly drool.
Her eyes snap open to look up pleadingly into his, his eyes were hungry and proud. He ran his hands along her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. She would never bore of his hands on her. Of the possession they carried. She knew her eyes were hungry too as she watched him eye his present. He let her down slowly, so slowly that she was able to feel him grind his stiff shaft right against her weeping sex. He steps back, his eyes feasting on her as he lifts his finger, spinning it slowly, making her turn without a word.
Her eyes close as she feels him push her forward, the wall on her heated skin as she feels him move behind her. He was slowly pulling her panties away before letting them smack back against her body. His lips were kissing down her thick legs as he gently massaged her body. The only sound being the soft ringing of her bells and her heavy panting. She ached for him to slide his hands over her pussy, to slip a finger into her drenched folds, but she knew he would do that at his own time.
