Page 12 of Her Christmas Beast
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I dutifully show up for my pre-dinner session with Billy. I can’t help wondering how long this schedule is going to on go for. And after three (weirdly scheduled) orgasms followed by three enormous meals full of holiday goodies, nobody should be surprised that I sleep like the dead. I’m happy, relaxed, and satisfied in every way. It feels a little odd if I’m completely honest. I vaguely remember slapping my hand down on my phone to stop it pinging during the night, but I wasn’t completely awake, so I can’t be sure.
Now that I am awake and blissfully stretching my arms and legs as far as they can reach in Billy’s gigantic bed, I smile into the morning light. My phone says it’s almost nine. A perfect vacation wake up time as far as I’m concerned and it means I slept almost twelve hours. Maybe Billy’s plan has some merit after all. Something niggles at my brain with that thought, but I finger comb my hair and realize I’ve no idea where Billy is. The house sounds quiet, which isn’t that odd. For such a big man, he makes surprisingly little noise. Curious, I get up and dress as fast as I can. The room may be warm but there’s no such as thing as hot enough to wander around naked in December. I do remember Billy insisting once again that I was to sleep in his arms sans clothes last night. But I conked out almost immediately after he tucked my head under his chin.
The kitchen is empty but there is an electronic message pad on the counter displayingDown in the studio. Come find me after you’ve eaten. Food in fridge. Eat all of it!Jeez, the man isbossy even in his messages. He showed me the path to his studio yesterday but I still haven’t seen inside it and I’m dying to. So I pour myself coffee and reheat the omelet he left for me in the microwave. It’s delicious, leftover ham from Christmas dinner, some kind of fancy cheese, and miscellaneous other tidbits.
I rinse my plate, setting it in the sink and refill my mug, deciding to take it with me as I go on my search. Halfway down the path, awareness hits me. I stop abruptly and hot coffee splashes over the rim, barely missing my exposed skin. The phone going off in the middle of the night, Billy not being around. I’m late for myappointment. Really, really late. I debate turning around and going back to the house. But then I decide, what the heck, I’ve no need to apologize for who I am. And I am definitely a sleep until nine when on vacation kind of girl. Plus, I’m curious to see if Billy will really follow through on his threats. And if I want him to. So I restart my legs towards his working office and gasp when it comes into view.
If the house was magnificent, this small annex is stupendous. It’s about the size of a small cottage but with long, swooping lines that echo the curves of the landscaping around it. It’s amazing and I’ve never seen it in any of the architecture magazines I’ve been studying.
But as soon as I open the studio door, I know my questions about the building are going to have to wait.
“You’re late.” Billy doesn’t even bring his eyes up from his computer screen.
“I’m on vacation.” I attempt an air of nonchalance, but inside I’m nervous. He grew into himself in the years we were apart, and I don’t think I can still shock him into doing everything my way.
“We need to reorder your priorities,” he grumbles dryly, finally glancing up at me before commanding, “Come here.”
Reluctantly, I make my way over to his side of the room. A long arm reaches out and drags me onto his lap. “The thing is, Angel, if you thought those consequences were empty threats, then all my promises would be empty as well.”
Something twists deep in my belly. It’s not that I didn’t believe he meant it, just that… I guess I really don’t trust that he can deliver on happily ever after. Nobody can. Life doesn’t work like that. I open my mouth to explain, but when I peer into his beautiful gray eyes, I see steely determination. Words aren’t going to sway him, not today. I gulp.
“Unfortunately, your timing is a bit awkward. I’ve got a call with Japan in about ten minutes.”
“I can come back later,” I offer hopefully, but he shakes his head. “Don’t think so, Angel. I’ll set you up on the other side of the room, but you’ll have to stay quiet. And I’m adding another five minutes to your time since I won’t get to hold you.”
“And if I don’t stay quiet?” I have zero intentions of letting anyone in Asia (or anywhere else) listen in while I cum, but I’m curious to see how fast Billy can think up dirty consequences. And well… I always like to know the pros and cons before I make a decision.
“If you aren’t quiet, I’m going to hit record and make you watch it back afterwards.”
That shuts me up. He stands and leads me over to the far side of his studio. There’s a scale model of one of his earliest big buildings, in New Zealand I think, set in a miniature landscape complete with trees and tiny people sitting on park benches. A protective railing wraps around the scene.
Efficient as ever, Billy stops me about two feet away with a firm hand on my hip. “Bend over, put your hands on the railing.” I do as I’m told, delighted that I can see inside the model and it’s actually fitted out like a tiny office building. He flips up my skirt and pulls down my panties before stalking back across the room.I wait, getting wetter by the second in anticipation, knowing his eyes are on my ass. A minute later, I hear the familiar whir of the vibrator on the lowest setting. He’s doused it with lube this time and it slides in, but it’s tight, particularly in this position. He pulls my panties back up to hold it in place and that pushes everything harder against my clit. I close my eyes, thinking I’m going to explode before he can even start his call. No way I can last until he’s done.
I hear voices, loud laughter that’s not Billy’s. I grip the rail tight and try to think of something else while the vibrator pulses against the walls of my pussy, determined to widen the channel a millimeter at a time. I open my eyes again and that’s when I see them. Inside the model building, there are tiny figures fucking with abandon. Some guy in a suit is banging a blonde woman from behind on his desk. One floor down, another woman is rather awkwardly on her knees, sucking off a delivery man. I study that one. Oh, she was a seated figure that someone has tipped over. I guess they don’t make these tiny figures in sexual positions. Although I bet someone does, somewhere.
The first orgasm rips through me without warning and I have to stuff my fingers in my mouth to stifle my cries. There’s still a bit of a noticeable moan, and I hear Billy pause. Oh God, I hope that wasn’t enough for him to turn anything on.
Somehow the not knowing and realizing I have to stay absolutely quiet just in case has everything in me clenching hard. Cascading spasms rack my body and I have to breathe hard through my nose, but I manage to not make a sound.
There’s finally silence from Billy’s end of the room. I don’t dare turn my head. It not like he told me I couldn’t but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if I look at him. A painfully slow minute later, and his heavy hand lands gently on my back. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, Angel. I could watch that all day.”
I moan at that and he laughs softly. “You’ve still got two minutes to go, baby. I didn’t want anyone sharing you, even out of sight. Do you want me to turn it up?”
I shake my head violently. “There are people fucking in your building. You know that, right?” I manage to get out, my pussy still throbbing under the ministrations of all his rules, not to mention his hands.
“That’s Javier’s fault. Whenever he visits, he likes to mess with me because he knows I can’t use the tweezers well enough to put them back where they belong. I make Tom fix them if visitors are coming but they rarely do.”
His hand cups my ass briefly before dipping in and tugging lightly on the toy. My pussy is reluctant to let it go, and that surprises me. Have I descended into addiction so easily?
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“Do you think you’d be okay leaving that in for another hour or so if I turn it off?” Billy asks.
“I have no idea. I’ve never tried. Why?”
“Because I’d like to have you do that posing session for me now and presuming you’re not planning on being late again, you have another session in an hour. But you’re in arrears by five orgasms, so I’ll knock one of them off if you do one more in twenty minutes. Deal?”