A Gift for the Holidays

Standing on the street in the winter chill, snow silently beginning to fall, he couldn't help but smile. Across the street, a triple-decker he'd seen a million times and never thought much of. Just one of the dozens he passed going about his day. But now he knew: this one was special. Now he knew that on the second floor, in the room facing the street was a bedroom and on that bed was a tiny girl wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties. All he could see from his vantage point was the faintest glow of candlelight dancing across the windowpanes as the clock ticked close to midnight. He could sense her: waiting, shivering with anticipation, keeping a keen ear out for his approach.

His instructions had been very clear about this first encounter. He knew her to be the kind of girl who prided herself on always following directions to the letter. She'd be freshly bathed and shaved, lightly perfumed and only the most subtle make-up. All softness and breathlessness: ready for him. He stepped into the road and made his way across the street. Up onto her porch and as he put his hand to the door, he took a steadying breath. His body was taut and coiled. He slid into the house like a silent storm, lithe and fluid, and locked the door behind him.

One floor up she heard the exterior door open and then close. She bit her lip nervously and tried to empty her mind. But as she heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs her brain and body began to hum. She reached down to adjust her panties and shifted her weight one last time. When her front door opened silently, she couldn't help but turn her face slightly to the left out of instinct. She quickly righted herself and cast her eyes down to the bedspread. The trace of a smile bloomed on her full, little mouth.

As he stepped into the apartment he was struck by the warmth of the air and the electricity crackling in the darkness. His attention was drawn to the left immediately and into the large bedroom. A faint hiss escaped him as his eyes found her form, facing away from him and kneeling silently, the curve of her back giving way to the delicate black lace of her panties. The underside of her small, pink feet exposed and pressed alongside one another. He clenched his fists and then relaxed them. He shrugged his heavy coat off and laid it, with barely a glance, on the chair to his right at the entrance to the living room. He was drawn to her form on the bed. And from a few feet away, with only the flicker of a single candle between them, he could see her trembling slightly. Deciding to touch her wasn't a conscious choice. The back of his knuckles skimmed the soft skin between her shoulder blades first and then traced down slowly along her spine. He felt her body absorb his touch and heard a soft sigh escape her.

Bringing his body to stand directly behind her, he leaned in and took a deep breath. All five fingertips on his left hand found the back of her neck, very gently as he exhaled. Peering along the side of her face, he saw her eyes close as his palm found purchase against her skin and then slowly slid around to the front in order to cup the underside of her chin. His mouth was alongside her ear.

"So soft," he whispered. "Just as I expected."

He felt rather than saw her blush.

"Are you glad I'm here?"

"Oh, yes," she faintly breathed.

"And what do you say if that changes?" he said into her ear.

"Red. I say red," she stammered quietly.

He tipped her chin up a bit more and smiled into her warm neck. "Good girl."

He saw her small pink tongue dart out to lick her lips and he breathed her in again.

"Hands behind your back now," he instructed. She obeyed.

He reached down to shrug off his sweater and unbutton his cuffs. As he rolled his sleeves up he took a moment to appreciate the shadowy slope of her lower back as it gave way to her firm, round ass. His hands ached to roughly explore her curves, but he held himself in check. These first moments only came once, and she was still in need of a gentle introduction. The bed was high, almost 3 feet and with her kneeling at the edge, their bodies lined up perfectly. He moved in close to her again and saw her face turn slightly to the left, tracking his proximity. Happy to ensure she knew exactly where he was, he pressed himself against her back and growled faintly with satisfaction as she leaned into him with a small sigh.

He brought his hands up to rest on her shoulders, bringing his thumbs together behind her neck. His palms easily spanned her pale back. He slid them forward to rest along her clavicle and then back out to the edge of her body. Just his fingertips moved slowly over the swells along the outside of her heavy breasts. His cock twitched at the smile that was blooming across her sweet mouth. He pressed his palms into her skin again as his hands traveled down her ribs and came together on her smooth belly. Here she began to tremble in earnest.

"Shhh," he murmured against her ear. "Easy, pretty girl. We're just getting started."

Keeping his thumbs touching at her navel he moved his hands in parallel down the front of her hips. But when the tips of his fingers made purchase with her softly protruding hip bones, some level of restraint within him snapped and he roughly pulled her back against him suddenly. She gasped sharply as he pinned her there, his breath turning ragged against her neck. Somewhere in his lizard brain he knew he might have frightened her, but the feeling of her firm ass against the front of his trousers was overriding his ability to care. It was she who slowly began to move, sliding her wispy lace panties in lazy circles against his rapidly thickening cock. When his hands slid lower to wrap around the juncture of her thighs pulling her even more tightly against him, she responded by tilting her head back and moaning softly.

She continued to grind her backside against him and he allowed himself a few moments of selfish pleasure. It was heaven and his own mounting lust was fed and amplified by the small whimpers coming from her lush mouth, bottom lip tucked behind her front teeth. His left hand came up to rest along the warm column of her throat. The right one rising only slightly to rest along the waistband of her panties.

"Already such a eager student of what pleases me, kitten?"

She nodded tightly against his hand and continued to whimper quietly.

"Do you feel how hard I am?"

Another nod.

"You did that to me," he whispered directly into her ear as he exerted some pressure to his right hand into her smooth belly. "You've made me very hard. Are you proud of yourself?"

She opened her eyes and looked up at him directly. He could tell she was struggling to speak out of shyness or lust, although he suspected it was a mixture of both.

"You should be. You've made me feel very good. Isn't that what you wanted, pretty girl?"

"Yes," came her immediate and breathy reply.

He slid the tips of his fingers under the waistband of her panties and saw her eyes widen in shock. He slid them back and forth, left to right. He watched goosebumps skitter across her skin and her tight little nipples harden. His grip on her neck tightened involuntarily. This girl was already making herself at home under his skin.

"Finding your sweet little pussy wet for me would also make me happy. You want to make me happy, don't you pet?"

She was struggling to speak, he could see that. But she managed to say, "Yes."

He was done going easy on her.

"Yes, what?"

She took in a quick breath and seemed to sense the tightness that had crept into his body. She pressed back against him even more resolutely as if testing his strength. She found him more than able to absorb her slight weight and pressure.

"Yes... Sir."

His right hand dipped a fraction and she moved in response, trying to guide him lower. Her chest was arched out now. She was laying herself bare beneath his hands and stare, opening up like a flower.

"You can do better than that, pretty girl."

She opened her mouth to speak once, twice. He turned his face slightly and bit her gently on the ear. He tugged ever so slightly.

A guttural sound bubbled up from deep within her.

"I am Sir's perfect little toy, to use as he likes."

"Hmmm, " he growled. "Good girl."

Two fingers found their way up over her chin and slipped into her mouth while the rest of his fist managed to hold her head still. Without a note of encouragement, she dutifully began to suck and pull against his digits. Her eyes closed as she lost herself immediately. Her full lips looked spectacular around his two fingers. His cock leapt in response to the possibilities.

His right hand slid down to her stiff little clit and began to roll in tight circles. Her head was immobilized by his left hand, her arms were pinned between their two bodies. He found himself unwilling to deny himself any longer. His hand slipped lower still and slid along her wet little slit. Instinctively he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth and made an angry sound at her soft gagging noise. He had the wherewithal to check her body for tension or anxiety. There was none. She was desperate for him. She began to struggle alright, but not for freedom. Rather to force his hand deeper into her panties. He brushed his wet fingertip against her clit and flicked at the impudent little nub. She bucked against him, unable to move much at all.

"I've imagined you tight, wet and velvety soft, little girl. Shall we see if I was right?"

Not waiting for her response he pushed two fingers into her. He almost lost his composure in the face of her simultaneous thrashing and crying out around his fingers. Jesus Christ, she was tight. He should have started with one finger, but it was too late now. He began to move his fingers in and out of her slowly, moving to circle her clit every second or third thrust. He held her steady, fucking her mouth and tight pussy in close counterpart.

She was turning into a feral little creature in his grip. Her head was moving from side to side and her body was undulating against him. His cock was insistent and would not be ignored for much longer. Somewhere in the distance he wondered how he would fit inside her. The thought only made it more difficult to maintain his composure.

"That's it, pet," he smirked darkly. "Show that little beast to me. She and I are going to dance all fucking night."

At that comment her gaze snapped to his and a darkness passed across her eyes.

"Yeah, there she is," he ground out as he savagely massaged her hard little clit and then mercilessly began to finger fuck her again.

Her legs, bent at the knees beneath her, began to fight him. He was surprised at their strength. He suddenly pulled the fingers from her mouth and instead buried them into the curls at the base of her scalp. He effortlessly folded her forward, bending at her waist so that she was face down on the pristine blanket. He easily forced her head to the side and pulled towards him, arching her back. His right hand didn't miss a beat between her legs. As he brought his mouth down to hers in a crushing kiss he was pleased to see her hands, now free from between their bodies, curled tightly into the blankets. She mewled feverishly against his mouth, even bringing one hand up to wrap around his neck and hold him to her.

He broke the kiss at the same moment he pulled his hand from her panties and ignored the cry of anguish rising up from her at the loss. Those same fingers went straight to her willing mouth where she didn't need to be told to suck them clean of her sweet, musky taste. Meanwhile he took a small step back to reach for his belt. As he grabbed his throbbing erection he noticed the pink, puffy folds visible in the soft lace at the gusset of her panties: split crotch and glistening wet.

"Someone's wearing her fuck-me-like-a-bad-girl panties, baby. And Daddy can't deny his little girl."

A slight lift and definite wiggle of her round ass was the only articulate response from her.

December 2017