his body. When the tub was filled, he turned it off and relaxed again. His hands
trailed against my wet skin, his fingers tracing lines along my arms, creating little
goose bumps in their wake. The water was warm and scented with lavender, the
scent filling my nose and calming me immediately. I almost wanted to fall asleep
right there, but then I felt him nudge me forward.
“Dunk your hair under the water,” he said. I did as he asked, inching myself
forward so I could lay back and dunk my head in the warm water. After it was wet,
Darren shampooed and conditioned my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp
and nearly making me purr out loud. When he was done, and my hair was rinsed, he
laid me back against him, resting on his chest once more. I hated to admit it, but it
felt nice. He was so solid behind me, but somehow, just as comfortable. I found
myself pressing my cheek into one of his pecs as he stroked my arm, his bare
knuckles leaving soft lines against my skin. I closed my eyes just for a moment and
realized if I gave in to the exhaustion taking over, I’d fall asleep in the damn tub.
“What time is it?” I asked, my voice low and sleepy.
“Just after midnight,” Darren said.
“Mmm … Merry Christmas,” I mumbled. Darren kissed me on the top of the
head and then got out, pulling me up with him.
“Come on. It’s time for bed. I’ve kept you up too late to begin with.”
“Agreed,” I said with a yawn.
Darren pulled me out of the tub, dried my hair and body with fluffy white towels,
and then naturally, carried my ass to bed. This time, I didn’t protest. Tucking me
against his side and under the sheets, Darren reached over to turn off the lights,
the only lights now coming from the dying fire in the fireplace and the Christmas
tree. Darren’s warmth behind me, mixed with the softness of the sheets and the
scent of lavender knocked me out in a matter of seconds. Tomorrow, I’d see how
well Darren could celebrate Christmas. It would be an interesting day.
34
CHRISTMAS MORNING
I woke up with a burst, my blood rushing through my veins and my breathing
becoming uneven. And then I suddenly became very aware of the pleasure
occurring between my legs. The soft wet strokes of Darren’s tongue lapping at my
clit waking me up was one hell of an alarm clock. I went to pull my arms down, my
hands intent on finding something to grasp, but I realized I couldn’t move them
from above my head.
I was about to panic until Darren sucked my clit into his mouth, and I couldn’t
help but moan, arching my back and tugging even harder against my restraints. In a
matter of seconds, my orgasm took over, shattering my resolve and awakening my
body to the fullest.
When it was over, and my body calmed from the high, I felt Darren trail kisses
up my abdomen and between my breasts before he exposed that dazzling shark grin
of his. “Merry Christmas,” he said, that smile awakening the morning butterflies
in my stomach.
“Merry Christmas,” I replied with a heavy breath.
Just then, a knock on the door came, and I felt myself tug against my restraints
again.
“Don’t move,” he said with a smirk, bopping my nose before getting up from
the bed and heading into the bathroom. I heard the water run for a few seconds
before he came out with a pair of sweatpants on and answered the door.
Drawing my legs up to cover myself just in case, I continued to tug at my
restraints, hoping they might give just a little, but they never did. It felt like my
cuffs were attached to something stringy—rope maybe?
Darren came over to my side of the bed, bringing with him the scent of bacon
and cinnamon. He had a silver tray in his hands and set it down on the end table
next to us.
“Open your legs, Jaden,” he said, but the tone of his voice, though gentle, left no
room for argument. Noticing he’d picked up a napkin, I’d hoped he planned to
clean up the mess he’d recently made of me. Biting my lip, I complied, slowing
spread my knees and allowing him to clean up his saliva as well as my cum. I
gasped from the rough texture of the napkin but felt much better knowing the
stickiness was gone, and
