Page 14 of Her Christmas Beast
Billy looks irrationally pleased at that, and I wonder if I’m not closer to his secret magic requirement.
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We both head back up to the house for lunch. I’m quiet thinking about what Billy won’t tell me and also realizing that we both know all his rules and consequences are a game. I’d call him on it, but I’m a little afraid he’d stop touching me until I come up with whatever his grown-up, modern version of Rumpelstiltskin happens to be. And that’s when it hits me. His elaborate lesson plan is an excuse to keep touching me. And in a way, checking in for my permission because if I really didn’t want his hands on me, I’d tell him in no uncertain terms and he knows it. Huh. That’s a lot to think about.
There’s frozen pizza for lunch. Unfrozen, obviously, by the time we sit down to it, but it makes a nice change from the holiday leftovers. Although I do have my eye on the last lump of delicious stuffing sitting forlornly on the platter of turkey in the fridge. Someone needs to eat it so it doesn’t feel lonely.
After we eat, Billy settles down with some reading in front of the fireplace and I sort of meander around the common area. Sometimes I think better on my feet, so while I’m not exactly pacing, I’m definitely not sitting still.
“Angel,” Billy finally calls to me in a gruff, low voice.
“What?”
“What’s bothering you?”
I shake my head and sigh. “Nothing, really. I’m just trying to figure things out, find the part of the equation of life that I messed up.”
He snags me on my next pass by and pulls me down on his lap. “Baby Angel. Life is not an equation. You haven’t messed anything up.”
“It is too. And I’ve got an entire physics department to back me up.”
He raises both his eyebrows at me. “Definitely been living too much in your head. What exactly is the equation for this?” He brings a hand up under my skirt and skates a thick finger across my center.
“Something to do with x and y,” I mutter.
“And this? He slips his hand inside my panties and only the tip of his finger pushes into my pussy.
“The differential pressure and volume of two cylinders.”
He throws back his head in laughter while sliding his finger in deeper. It feels so good I press down harder, trying to take more of him in. I grind down on his knuckles and watch him swallow hard. Then his mouth is devouring mine and his other hand is pressing my ass forward, tighter against the hand now thrusting three digits deep inside me.
I swear you can hear galaxies collide as every muscle in my body tenses and then releases with energy exploding all around me. Or at least that’s what it feels like. In reality, I simply slump in ecstasy onto Billy’s broad chest while he holds me tenderly and breathes into my hair.
6
I wake up to discover Billy has carried me to the bed and covered me with a thick, fluffy blanket. It’s soft like a warm cloud, so I curl deeper into it for a few moments as my brain tries to re-engage. I glance at my phone lying on the nightstand. It’s after eight, practically bedtime in my normal world, but Billy barely sleeps. Billy… orgasm. Oh shit, I’m late again. And while yes, it’s hard to worry about that really, at the same time I feel like I need to demonstrate to him that I’m taking convincing him seriously, if that makes any sense. Giving up and walking away are not options I’m willing to live with. And if that means putting up with multiple orgasms in a day, well… he’s worth it!
It takes me a minute to find him because he’s not stretched out in front of the fire. Instead, I spot his thick head of hair in the small office he keeps for day-to-day business at the back of the house. I hesitantly knock on the doorframe.
Billy regards me over the top of his reading glasses. I don’t know why those specs are so sexy but I’m practically quivering as I stand hesitantly in the doorway.
“How nice of you to join me…” he glances down at the computer screen, “three hours late.” His voice is calm and even. That’s how I know I’m in serious trouble.
“I was asleep,” I mumble, knowing he already knows this and is going to layer on punishments anyway.
Probably why he doesn’t reply — just crooks a finger, beckoning me over to him. My body craves his touch and moveswithout my permission. My brain is suggesting running away until he forgets about all his rules and consequences.
He pats his knee, and I gingerly take a perch. I’m dreading this, but at the same time, I crave it. “Whatever am I going to do with you, Angel?” he finally utters with a sigh of exasperation. “That’s three more orgasms added to your total for tomorrow. It’s now at eight. At this rate, you’d better not plan on doing anything else.”
I gape at him. “Is that even physically possible?” My body doesn’t care, it’s flooding my pussy in anticipation, ready to get started with whatever he’s offering.
He lifts an eyebrow as if questioning my concern. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”
Billy reaches around me into the bottom drawer. “Cumming will have to wait. For now, you have stretching to do.”
I groan. I really don’t think this is necessary, but there’s no changing his mind. He drips lube generously over the broad head of the vibrator and uses his other hand to pull back the waistband of my panties. His broad fingers split my folds and then he’s nipping at my neck. “Maybe I didn’t need to waste the lube. You weren’t playing without me, were you?”
“No!”