Mischief Under The Mistletoe

by Maren Smith

  She said it so quickly he thought he’d misunderstood. Setting her on her feet, he dashed to their bedroom to discover that she’d really done what she’d said. The four-poster was gone. Along with the restraint points for the gift he’d just bought her. Everything he’d done was in vain. With another glance at the sad little mattress and box spring, a sickening twist settled in his stomach, but the pure love he felt for his Annie tempered the gloom that might have consumed him otherwise.

  “Are you upset with me?” she asked, clearly confused by his odd reaction to her gift.

  “No, baby, not upset. Just, um, just surprised, that’s all.”

  He gave her a soft kiss and thanked her again, squeezing the precious jewelry in his hand. “Well, uh, I guess you’d better open your gift now, huh?” She seemed taken aback that he wasn’t more effusive about the gift she’d gotten him, but he knew once she’d opened her present, she’d understand completely.

  Shredding the cheerful paper from the plain white box, she used her fingernail to slice the strip of tape holding the lid shut. And when she saw what was inside, Kurt watched the color drain from her face. She understood.

  “Oh my god. I... You... How... But...” Her litany of monosyllables went on for a minute or so as she wrapped her head around what they’d both done.

  “You got these so we could get rid of the ropes, didn’t you?” Fat tears spilled down her cheeks. “You got ‘em to tie me up and not rub me raw.” She sobbed against his chest, the two sets of cuffs clasped firmly in her grip.

  “I did, baby, but it’s okay. Really, it’s okay. I love you and I hope you like what I got you, princess.” He comforted her, rocking her gently until the tears had mostly subsided.

  “B-but wait a second,” she hiccupped into his neck before pulling back and meeting his eyes. “You must’ve gotten these from Mark, right? Which means they must’ve cost you a fortune. Where’d you get the money to buy these for me? Did Bucky come through with the bonus after all?” she asked expectantly, the light returning to her eyes.

  “Um, no. No, he didn’t,” he whispered.

  But how was he supposed to tell her what he’d done to get the money without breaking her heart in the process? She’d sold a family heirloom to get him his gift, and now... Just show her and get it over with.

  “I sold something, princess.”

  “What’d you sell?” She eyed him quizzically.

  Without another word, Kurt unzipped his coveralls and dropped them and his underwear down, revealing his cock. Without the piercing.

  “They gave me a good price for the gold, princess,” he whispered, eyeing the empty holes in his cock before looking to see her reaction. As usual, it wasn’t what he expected.

  With another deluge of tears streaming down her face, Annie let out the loudest whoop of laughter he’d ever heard. Setting her cuffs on the mattress, she wrapped her hands around her belly and collapsed into his arms, shaking with the ironic absurdity of their situation. It wasn’t long before Kurt got drawn into her mirth, and the two of them fell to the bed, riding the rollercoaster of emotion their ill-fated gifts had wrought.

  “We really are a pair, aren’t we, princess?” He wiped a tear from her cheek before tucking a few stray curls behind her ear. With their heads propped on their pillows, they stared at each other in silence, grappling with the emotional turmoil of the situation. And although a slight smile traced across her lips, he knew his Annie was still hurting inside, regret troubling the corners of her mind. He needed to make this right.

  “You know, the bed, the cuffs, the piercing. They’re just things. That’s all, baby. Things.” He took a deep breath and let his dominance fuel his conviction.

  “They don’t matter, they don’t define us, they don’t tell us how to act, they don’t dictate the ins and outs of how we live our lives or what happens behind closed doors. We do. You and I. And that’s all that matters.” A sly smile crossed her lips and she nodded at his assertions.

  “And you know how I know that, princess?”

  “How?” Her voice cracked after the evening’s tremendous emotional toll.

  “Because I’m your daddy. And I’ll always be your daddy, no matter what we have or don’t have. And for the rest of my life, you’ll always be the best present I’ve ever gotten, princess.”

  AS THE SNOW CONTINUED to fall, layer upon puffy layer, Christmas arrived in Trentsville. And that year, in one household above all others, a wonderfully kinky couple learned the true meaning of the season and the importance of togetherness. They had each sacrificed that which was most precious to them, only to realize that what they’d given away had spoiled the other’s gift.

  But all was not lost, for it was within this quagmire of doubt and second-guessing that they each realized the significance of their gifts to one another. It was in the giving of themselves for the betterment of the other—their trust, their respect, their love—that the true meaning of Christmas was found. It was a lesson they would cherish for the rest of their lives, for theirs were not gifts to be given only one day of the year, and that was the true spirit of their bond.

  And as night’s blanket slowly snuffed out the lights throughout the small town, one particular window continued to sparkle into the dark. If anyone were to risk a final peek through the frosty pane, they’d find a lean yet muscular man with a knowing grin on his face pulling his lovely, curvaceous wife across his lap, baring her creamy, round bottom for her nightly spanking. And though this was their ritual, for both of them it was as if it were their first time, and they were discovering each other through new eyes. And loving what they saw.

  The End

  JAYE ELISE

  Originally from the Midwest, Jaye Elise currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband. When told she should find a hobby to help pass the time during the long, gloomy winters, she went straight to her computer and started penning naughty romance novels. And she hasn’t looked back since. Jaye loves hearing from her readers and hopes you enjoy her books as much as she enjoys writing them.

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  SANTA DOM

  Joelle Casteel

  Michael watched Jason's chest rise and fall, listened to the oxygen machine's sounds; he was still getting used to the series of noises. The sharp beep when he first turned on the machine. The click followed seconds by the whoosh, presumably of collected oxygen into the tubes. The fan's constant whir. Time to remind him that tubes or no tubes, I still find him amazingly sexy.

  Waiting in the living room, their three friends enjoyed the eggnog and cookies spread across the coffee table. The smell of apple cider simmering with spices made the main living space almost as toasty as Jason's oxygen machine did the bedroom.

  I'm not making a big mistake, am I? He needs to know our sex life is still great.

  Laughing, Michael shook his head. "I don't think he was thinking of you three when he joked that he'd lend me to someone for a blond, brunette, and an Asian, but I believe we'll all have fun."

  "Are you sure this is a good idea? You've been struggling to get him past feeling sorry for himself with the health changes," Yue Yan commented.

  "But his joke! I can go in first, start waking him up and you all join us." Michael studied Yue Yan's polished black army boots as he considered his friend's concern.

  Laesha twirled a lock of her long platinum blond wig around her tan finger. "I am so glad Michael is good with me cross-dressing."

  Michael snorted. "Like he'd have any space to complain. Don't think any of us here are cishets. You look beautiful, babe."

  "At least my hair's natural," teased Sam.

  "Michael loved this wig the first time
he saw it. Anyway everything's all shaved below my neck, so I match just fine," Laesha retorted.

  "Behave." Michael rolled his eyes. "How did we get here? None of us are old."

  "High blood pressure and low blood oxygen during sleep are worrisome things," Yue Yan soothed, showing off his medical knowledge.

  "And he's switched to another anti-depressant that's supposed to have less sexual side effects, right?" Sam asked.

  "Yeah." Pinching the webbing between his thumb and index finger with his other hand, Michael brought himself out of his worries. "Give me ten and then come in. We'll play it by ear."

  "Sure thing," Yue Yan said.

  Michael crept back to the bedroom. I'm so glad Jason gave in to my sentimentality so Christmas Day is also our wedding anniversary. Even if it only became legal last year. He lit the sandalwood candle on the dresser, far away from the oxygen machine.

  The overhead fan kept the air circulating even if it was still a little hotter in this room than the rest of their house. Jason had kicked the blankets off him, making a pile on the floor.

  Kneeling on the blankets, Michael snatched his shirt off before leaning forward to suck Jason's big toe into his mouth. He began to rub the foot as he lavished oral attention to each perfect toe. He lifted his gaze to Jason's relaxed face to watch for signs of waking.

  With a grunt and a moan, Jason yanked his foot from Michael. He rolled from his side onto his back. His fingers moved over the tubes as if to loosen the neck piece.

  Michael brushed his fingers over Jason's lower stomach, his fingers just settling into the extra flesh collected there. Love you forever, Sir. His attention pulled to Jason's hard cock. He reached behind him to rub Jason's legs as he leaned in to kiss the head, his tongue moving around the corona of his Sir's perfect pleasure.

  "Yes, boy," Jason mumbled.

  His tongue and mouth sliding down the shaft, Michael worshiped. His eyes slid closed when Jason grasped his head in both hands and took over. He hummed in appreciation at being of use, at giving Jason this sensation. His hands fell to the bed to prop up his chest.

  "That's my boy," Jason growled.

  Michael relaxed into a weightless state. He cupped his tongue against the shaft since Jason was moving him too fast for anything else. Fuck! He's so hard and so am I.

  "Why are you still dressed, boy?"

  "I'll help with that," Yue Yan offered as the three friends made sounds behind Michael.

  Jason's hands dropped to Michael's shoulders. "I was joking! I never meant a literal blond, brunette, and Asian! Fuck, that was before I knew better," he protested as his soft cock slipped out of Michael's mouth.

  "You've learned over the years, Sir, and you know that Yue Yan wouldn't be here if you hadn't learned away your Midwest stereotypes of Asian people. You've wanted to have group sex and these are our best friends."

  Jason's gaze moved as if taking in their friends' presence.

  Michael licked his lips. "Sir?"

  "Okay, so do I get to be King Dom of all?" Jason grinned.

  "Are you gonna make this girl's dreams come true?" Laesha teased.

  "Still like that wig." Jason grabbed Laesha's hand and pulled her into bed beside him. "Even if it's not literal. But a joke about your wig can't be your enthusiastic yes?"

  Grabbing Jason's head with both hands, she pulled him into a short, hard kiss. "Yes, our King Dom, our Santa with the great cock."

  "Not sure I can do this with your silly red dress," Jason protested.

  Laesha struggled to sitting up before yanking at the white-trimmed hem and shimmied out of her dress. She giggled at Jason's lip biting when her tawny skin was left naked except for her fishnet-clad lower half, her cock straining at the seam running up her stomach.

  "Beauty." Jason's hand paused at the tube leading off the cannula.

  "If it'll help you last longer, why don't you leave it in?" Yue Yan urged.

  "It makes me look old," Jason protested.

  "Not to me." Yue Yan brushed his palm over the head of Jason's cock.

  Jason relaxed against his pillow, the oxygen machine still pumping air into his lungs.

  "Still going to treat me like a woman?" Laesha asked.

  "If woman is how you're feeling, regardless the words you use for it, I'll think on what woman means to you," Jason replied.

  "Give me a kiss," Laesha demanded.

  Jason laughed. "What happened to King Dom?"

  "I need a spanking, Santa Dom," Laesha purred.

  Sam grabbed Laesha's hands and pulled her over Jason's lap. "There you are." With a teasing grin, he poured some warming lotion over Jason's cock.

  Moaning, Jason cupped Laesha's pantyhose-covered ass cheek. "Can't say how good this'll be." He pinched her inner thigh. "Red good for the safe word?"

  "Yeah," everyone agreed.

  What will he do? What does he want? Michael looked to Jason's eyes to see the glint of domination there.

  Laesha gasped when Jason delivered the first spank.

  "You realize that I'm gonna have to give you more so I can see the color despite your tights and the lovely light brown of your skin?" Jason traced his index finger over Laesha's asscrack.

  Michael wandered to the side of the bed where he could watch Jason's hand meet Laesha's skin.

  The spanks sped up as Jason alternated spanking the luscious cheeks, making them jiggle.

  Yue Yan whispered to Michael, "I've always liked how you enjoy him enjoying himself, even when it's not you."

  Michael leaned back into Yue Yan, grateful that a flat-footed Yue brought them closer to the same height.

  "Kiss," Jason ordered.

  Yue Yan took Michael's chin in hand and urged him to turn his face until the men's lips met.

  Fuck, I love the difference in how he kisses. How he feels different from Jason. Michael opened his mouth to Yue Yan's insistent tongue. His mind wiped clean, he tensed his legs so he didn't fall to the floor at Yue Yan's feet. Breaking the kiss, he turned into his friend's arms.

  "Like that," Yue Yan growled just before mashing his lips against Michael's again. His arms slid down to grasp Michael's ass, pulling their pelvises hard against each other.

  "Yue, spread his cheeks," Jason barked.

  Slender fingers pressed into Michael's ass cheeks as Yue Yan opened the submissive to the room's gaze.

  "That's good." Jason's spanks rung out through the room just before his groans teased Michael's senses. "Can I get your thighs too?"

  "Please," Laesha whimpered.

  The spanks' sounds changed as Jason presumably spanked between the girl's spread legs.

  "Just... said... kiss," Michael whined between Yue Yan's pecking kisses.

  "He didn't say stop," Yue Yan growled before capturing Michael's lower lip between his teeth. He turned them in a circle so he could press Michael against the wall. He called over his shoulder, "Santa, might I fuck this little boy for Christmas?"

  Chuckling, Jason said, "Sure. Think you can manage it beside me so I can watch around Laesha and Sam?"

  Yue Yan released a panting Michael from the wall and pulled him around the bed; Sam skipped past them, trading sides. With Laesha lifting her head, he crawled onto the bed and settled against Jason, his head resting on Jason's bicep.

  Sam's "Can I make you come with just my hand?" floated through the room.

  "Not yet," Jason muttered.

  "Let's make you ready." Laesha's cold, wet hand brushed against Michael's ass before pressing between the cheeks.

  Michael groaned as Laesha's long fingers pushed the lube into his hole. "How'd you get—" His words dropped into moans when she eased a third finger into him. He clutched his knees as she fingered him. My Sir still controls my orgasm, regardless of what's happening. Shuddering, he basked in her fingers' momentary stillness when Jason started to spank her again.

  "Can you come just from a spanking?" Jason growled.

  "Maybe... Santa Dom," Laesha joked. Her other hand traced Michael's hip. "
I think you're ready for Yue, babe." She let her fingers slip out of him, trailing extra lube down the back of his leg.

  With suddenly awkward limbs, Michael climbed onto the bed between Yue Yan's legs and then stretched his own out before Laesha relaxed herself down onto them. He crept backward.

  Yue Yan grabbed Michael's hips and pulled him backward. The submissive groaning as he was settled on the hard cock, Yue whispered, "Remember how I made you beg Jason last time I used your ass?"

  Michael whimpered. "Yes, please." He wrapped his hands around Yue Yan's thighs and pushed his hips back.

  "Good boy, fuck my cock." His voice lighter, Yue Yan continued, "You're a lucky man, you know. Such a pretty little boy you have."

  "I know," Jason agreed.

  Laesha gripped Michael's leg as the sounds of her spanking echoed through the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. "Need ta... wanna," she gasped.

  "Not yet," Jason barked. He glanced up at Michael, their eyes meeting. "That goes for you, boy. Arranging this gift for me doesn't earn you an orgasm whenever you're ready."

  "Yes, Master," Michael warbled among his backward thrusts. Despite Jason's warning, he couldn't help but focus on the way Yue Yan filled his ass, stroked against his prostate just right. He moaned at his partner's hands slipping from his hips to his chest. "No fair, Yue," he groaned as the hands became pincers on his hard nipples.

  "It's the least I can do," Yue Yan laughed as he twisted the sensitive nerve bundles under his fingers. He relented, his hands traveling back to Michael's hips, his thumbs wrapping around to press into the boy's lower back.

  Kissing sounded beside Michael; he turned his head to see Sam caressing Jason's lips just before Jason took charge with the forceful kisses he liked the best. He turned his head back and his chin dropped to his chest as he luxuriated into Yue Yan's internal caress. He cried out when Laesha surprised him, rolling onto her side across the men's legs and then folding her body until she caught his cock with her lips.

  "Don't make him come, Laesha. Just tease," ordered Jason.