A Dom for Christmas
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“A couple of minutes, no more. It was like when you come, but without the screams and sighs. And I wasn’t balls deep in you.”
A few minutes of now and a few weeks in my dreams. So did I really go back in time, or was it all a dream? Angie wished she knew.
Cam carried Angie in his arms into their playroom, put her down on the bed, and lifted Angel Dora to the top of the tree, above the nipple clamps and ribbons, and Shibari rope tinsel. “Here?”
Angie nodded. “There. Thank you, My Lord.”
Cam turned, and for a brief moment his features clouded. Then her vision cleared and he bowed. Under the snug fit of his pantaloons, his cock was outlined once more in loving detail. His eyes twinkled and he blew a kiss toward her. “You’re welcome, lady-mine. Now I know what a Christmas tree is. Take care.”
She blinked.
Her beloved Cam smiled down at her. His dark denim jeans were sung, and his cock outlined equally as well. Dream or reality, she was loved, and she gave her love in return.
Cam flicked one of the branches of the tree, and a thin gold band spun around. “This belonged to a relative of ours a couple of hundred years ago. I found it the other day, and I was going to give it to you on Christmas day. She had the same name as you. Look.” Cam lifted the ring off. Faintly inscribed inside were the words: Angel, lady mine. Forever.
Angie sniffed. “It’s perfect. Can I wear it now, please?”
Cam slid it onto her finger, over her other wedding ring. It fit perfectly.
“You’re my angel. Forever. My lady.” Angel Dora’s skirts twinkled in the soft glow from the fire and the lamp on the table.
A laugh echoed around the room.
“Remember me.”
The End
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