Page 9 of Her Christmas Beast
“If I tell you, you won’t learn for yourself, little one.” He’s still smiling. I think he’s enjoying teasing me. It takes the sting out of his mysterious reticence.
4
We have a beautiful Christmas dinner thanks to the mysterious Tom who had packaged up a traditional meal of ham and turkey with all the fixings along with detailed instructions on sticky notes for reheating and serving. Billy shakes his head in disbelief as I started pulling the containers out of the refrigerator. “He forgets that I do know how to cook. Just because I can’t use all the tools, doesn’t mean I don’t know the basics.”
“I think he’s worried about you being alone.” I couldn’t explain how I know this, but there’s something about the notes that tells me that.
Billy grunts in disbelief. “Well, now he knows I’m not. I texted him and told him to stay a few more days, at least through the weekend. Then you’re going to have to start wearing clothes.” He eyes my bare legs with concern.
“Do you think he’ll be overcome with lust if he sees my knees?” I open my eyes wide and blink at him but then dissolve into giggles when Billy rather bluntly answers, “Yes.”
While we eat, I finally get him to tell me about his architecture. He’s reluctant at first, but I eventually convince him I’ve been studying his work for the last few years and I’m not just being polite.
“That new tower is actually you, you know,” he says quietly.
“You mean it has my favorite colors in the lights?”
He shakes his head no, then pulls out his phone. “That main diagonal line down the building is the curve of your neck.” Heshows me a picture that he says was his annual shot of me from five years ago and after that one of the building from some glossy promotional material. The photo of me is from a teaching conference held at an off season ski resort where I vaguely recall sitting in the hot tub pictured so at least I know I had a swimsuit on even if it doesn’t show there.
“I want you to pose for me this week. I have an idea or two I’d like to explore.”
“Um. Okay. We could do it now if you like?”
“No. We’ll use one of your stretching sessions. That will make it more fun for both of us.”
“Err. Stretching sessions? Am I taking up yoga?” I tried that once and it did not go well. It turns out you can fall over while lying on the ground. Who knew?
“Not exactly.” He lifts the last bit of ham to his lips with a smirk.
“He said mysteriously,” I mutter under my breath.
Billy simply grins at me before asking, “Do you want any pie?”
The rest of the afternoon passes in a blissful bucolic daze. He bundles me up and we take a quiet stroll through the woods, watching the snow fall off the laden branches and sparkle in the last bits of sunlight. The house sits in the middle of a five-acre plot and he has bird feeders up everywhere, so the place is buzzing with wildlife. Then we curl up in front of the fire again with apricot pie and eggnog generously laced with rum. I’m so warm and full I can barely move when Billy finally tugs me up from the rug. “Time for bed, little Angel.”
“Do you have a mysterious secret plan for that too?” I inquire sleepily.
He swats my rear gently as he lifts me up over his shoulder. “Cheeky brat.” He carries me around like that as he locks up and turns off lights. “Go brush your teeth,” he orders when he finally sets me on my feet again in the bedroom. I’m tempted toignore him, but I hate that fuzzy feeling in the morning if I don’t brush them, so I just roll my eyes and dig through my bag for my cosmetic case. I pull that out and a pair of flannel pj’s, but Billy snatches those and puts them back in the bag. “Nope. Been waiting all day to hold you bare, Angel.”
I stare at him. “But…”
He makes shooing motions towards the bathroom and I realize I’ll find out what he means faster that way than if I try to get him to tell me.
Turns out he meant really, really naked. I watch him with round eyes from beneath the covers while he strips. He’s not pretty. In the same way that Mt. Everest isn’t pretty. But he is magnificent. And his cock is long and thick. Bigger than I’d anticipated. I reach for him as he climbs into the bed, but he redirects my hand to his chest. “You have to wait for that, baby. You can have it when you can prove to me that you’re ready. Maybe that will be an incentive for you to be a good girl and do your lessons on time.”
“But… Billy. That has to be uncomfortable. Let me make you feel better.”
He shakes his head and then turns out the light from the switch by the bed. “Not until I can fill you up properly. We’ll start working on that at five, Angel. So get some sleep.”
Ignoring my muttered, “such an odd man,” he pulls me on to his chest, carefully bringing the blankets up over my shoulders and tucking them in around me. The heat of his semi-erect cock is radiating against me from where it’s naturally lodged against my pussy. It makes me tingle in response, but my eyelids grow heavy while I debate whether I should do something about it or not.
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I’m having an absolutely delicious dream. I’m somewhere warm and tropical. And socially adept enough to be laughing and chatting easily with a circle of friends. (This is how I know it’s a dream.) There’s a faceless man holding me close from behind and nuzzling my neck.
Then an alarm goes off. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I groan as my eyelids part painfully. The mysterious stranger has stopped his ministrations and I’m losing the warmth too. Oh. Billy’s house.Billy. I sit up, trying to get my bearings. The alarm stops as abruptly as it started and I try to peer into the darkness, still putting the pieces of yesterday together.
“Morning, Angel. You ready for the day?” Billy’s gruff voice asks cheerfully from the other side of the room as the lights flick on. Thankfully, on a dim setting.