Christmas Candy

by Angela Blake

  Dylan smiled and clapped his hands. I think I just did him really proud there.

  “I love you too,” he declared. “I’ve always loved you. It’s because I love you that I was able to smack you and whip you and fuck you the way I did. If I didn’t love you I never would have felt any desire to own you, break you and mold you.”

  Damn it, I love this man. He just knew the exact right words to say. He knew how to be kinky, how to be naughty, how to be sweet and how to be romantic all at once. If it was any other man it would have sounded perverted or insane. With Dylan, however, it just sounded perfect.

  “I love you, daddy,” I declared again. I then pulled out a little surprise from underneath the pillow. It was the choker he gave me. Quickly I put it on.

  “Good girl,” he praised. “Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s not going to use you tonight. You need to rest after what happened there with Jack. Don’t worry about work, I’ll get it settled so you can go in tomorrow as if nothing even happened.”

  “Thank you daddy. When are we going to resume our sessions?”

  Dylan laughed and caressed my face lovingly, “Soon. I’ll let you know. For now, just rest. How ‘bout we go on a regular date for once. Want to watch a movie tomorrow?”

  “Can we invite Matt and Ysa?”

  “Sure,” he answered. “That’s actually a good idea.”

  It was a date then. I was proud of what I accomplished. Dylan didn’t even stay long after that. He just settled with finishing his coffee, making sure I was okay, and then in about fifteen minutes he left and went home.

  Ysa didn’t get home until past five and Matt didn’t get home until another hour after that. Both were already aware of what happened. Apparently Dylan took the liberty to at least tell Ysa. She got home so quickly and fixed me some food. It reminded me why I love that girl and why she’s been my best friend since we were kids.

  “You sure you’re okay?” Ysa finally asked when she, Matt and I were in the living room having hotdog sandwiches and watching an old movie.

  Matt tore his attention away from the TV and faced me as he asked, “Yeah, how are you holding up?”

  “I’m doing good,” I told them both, reassuring that I wasn’t going to a mental hospital or something like that for what happened. “Trust me. I can’t even really call it rape. I mean, deep inside I did like it. I love rough sex.”

  Matt whistled. Ysa punched him in the gut. We all laughed.

  “Well, even if your body liked it, Jack is an asshole,” Ysa stated. “Just let Dylan’s threat keep Jack away and we’ll all be happy.”

  We could all agree to that. I bid them both goodnight and decided it was time to just be a bum and go to bed.

  Chapter Nine

  “So, you’re back with Dylan?” Ysa asked. We were in her room, getting ready for the movies. There was a new horror movie premiering tonight and we all wanted to get there early. Turns out even Dylan was into horror flicks, to all of our delight.

  “Yup,” I answered as I applied my mascara.

  Ysa shrugged and began to put on some lipstick. “I think it’s really good. He was the right guy for you.”

  I had to laugh a bit and ask, “What about that guy I told you about, the one I met in the bar? Nick.”

  Ysa scoffed at the mere mention of Nick. “He was a one-night stand. That’s it. Don’t ever try to make it more than that.”

  “I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”

  She looked over at me, “Hey, Jack counted as a one-night stand, technically. Remember, you slept with him because you couldn’t handle waiting a few more days for Dylan to pick you up and pound his --”

  “Shut up,” I interrupted and laughed. “Okay, I get it, damn it.”

  Ysa laughed and she pointed a finger at me, “You’ve come a long way. All our lives you’ve been this really hot chick that everyone wanted but never got. Now you’re in charge of everything, girl.”

  “Thanks,” I meant it too. “I only got this far because of you.”

  “Hey, if you’re saying I turned you into a sex maniac,” she started and then realized that yeah, she was the one that introduced Dylan to me. “Well, yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

  “Yup,” was all I could say with a smug look on my face.

  The door suddenly rattled with a knock.

  “Open,” Ysa and I both answered.

  Matt opened the door and peered inside, “Hey, Dylan’s on the way. You two ready yet?”

  “Almost, babe,” Ysa told her husband. “Just hold up a bit. We just got to do one more touch up and put on our shoes and we’ll be ready.”

  Matt nodded, “Okay. Well, I’ll get the car started babe. Hey, Liv, you’re riding in Dylan’s car, right? Right. See you two downstairs then.”

  He then sauntered back downstairs. We listened to him sipping from a can of beer and his heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs. We both laughed at how old and how fat he could seem sometimes. Maybe that was a little cruel but to be honest Matt - and Dylan too - were much older than us and for that matter they did show their age from time to time.

  “You love Dylan enough to marry him?” Ysa asked me once we were sure Matt was out of earshot.

  I never really thought about it. My thoughts so far were just about whether or not I wanted to get into a relationship with BDSM involved, about getting away from Jack and about discovering what I really wanted in life and in a partner. Marriage was the last thing on my mind lately.

  “Maybe,” I replied. “I can imagine what life would be like if I married him.”

  “He is filthy rich, you know,” Ysa pointed out, half sincere and half jokingly. “You’d be set for life.”

  “Even if I did marry him, I’d still work,” I didn’t want to become a lazy bitch that just depended on her husband’s money. “I don’t want to be a liability for him. I want him to love me and to feel like I’m doing my own thing.”

  Ysa rolled her eyes, “I hear an ego speaking.”

  We both laughed but deep inside I knew she was right. It was my ego speaking but that didn’t mean I was wrong either. I really didn’t want to become a liability for Dylan. I didn’t want to just stop working and become a girl he just comes home to for sex. I want to learn how to cook great meals, how to manage a business or at least continue working where I am now. I need to have my own life separate from him, even if just for a little bit, so that I never forget who I really am. Heck, I’d settle for just a simple hobby that I can do on my own.

  “Hey!” Matt hollered from downstairs. “Dylan’s here guys, let’s go!”

  “We’re fucking coming!” Ysa yelled back. She then turned to me, “Put your shoes on. Let’s go. Oh, and remember: he’s all yours.”

  Downstairs, we found Matt in his usual jeans and casual black shirt and Dylan was, surprisingly, not wearing something forJack for once. Instead, he had one a pair of Chuck Taylor’s shoes, jeans, and a tight black shirt. He reminded me a bit of Nick.

  Now that I think of it, Dylan was like the perfect blend of the good qualities of both Nick and Jack. He was a rock star, he was polite, he was rich, he was genuinely in love with me, he treated me like a princess but at the same time he knew how to be rough, how to dominate me, how to take full control and how to fuck me like he wants me.

  Maybe that’s why I didn’t click with either Nick or Jack; they were only half of the man I really wanted.

  “There’s our babies,” Matt said as he saw me and Ysa come down.

  “There’s my baby,” Dylan said the moment he saw me in particular.

  I wanted to impress and I wanted him to feel the burning desire to sleep with me. I wanted him to long for me. To do so, I decided to go with a black sleeveless top and a green mini-skirt. I tied my hair in a bun of sorts, fully exposing my ears and neck. To accentuate, I wore a pair of looped earrings and a beautiful sapphire pendant - which was fake, by the way - so that I could keep his eyes on my tits. To further make my legs look long I decided to go with four-in
ch high heels that strapped a little above my ankles. Wearing the choker was just a cherry on top.

  Ysa, on the other hand, went full-on naughty with her outfit. She decided to go with a black crop-top and a plaid, schoolgirl mini-skirt paired with long white socks. She looked like a schoolgirl ready to fuck on prom night.

  The way Matt looked at Ysa was hilarious. It was like he wanted to rip his pants off and fuck her right then and there in our living room. Dylan and I just shrugged it off, laughed, and we all made our way to the theater.

  ***

  Surprisingly, Dylan behaved during the movie… or at least, for the majority of it. By the third quarter I was the one getting a little fidgety and he could sense it.

  “Baby, you getting a little horny?” he asked me.

  I nodded but then remembered how dark it was inside. “Yes daddy. Is there anything I can do to pass the time?”

  Even with Ysa and Matt beside us, Dylan had no second thought or worries about unzipping and whipping out his cock. It was too dark for anyone to notice, anyway, I guess. As soon as I was sure he had it out I bent over and gave it a kiss.

  Mmm it was damn delicious. Yes, I was becoming addicted to this and I wanted so much more. I slobbered and drooled over his cock while I devoured it, licking it up and down like a lollipop and sucking it in as deep as I could without gagging.

  Dylan was going to blow his load but I didn’t want that. For once, I wanted to be the one in charge and without even saying a word he knew what I wanted. He slouched even further into his seat and this gave me enough room to straddle on top, move my panties aside, and ride his cock as the movie continued playing.

  As I continued to fuck him he bit down on my nipples and suckled on the one on the right. Fortunately, he had a helping hand this time as Ysa was rubbing and squeezing my other breast. When I looked to the side and squinted hard to see in the darkness I found Matt looking at us, masturbating furiously at the display in front of him.

  Dylan finally did cum and he did so inside me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I stayed on top of him for a while but after a few minutes I knew I had to get back in my seat as the movie was about to end. The lights would come on and we might get in trouble if the public saw us fucking like this.

  When I sat back down and we all fixed ourselves up, Dylan leaned in towards me and whispered into my ear, “You’re delicious, baby. You made daddy very happy. I have a special treat for you tonight.”

  Ooh, a gift! I wonder what it was. I just found it oddly shocking that he had a gift ready for me the moment I called him.

  Dylan then handed me a sJackl box. At first I thought it might be a ring or maybe a necklace of some sorts. However, the box was a little square and so I figured it might contain a sexy outfit or lingerie. I decided to just fucking open it and surprise myself with whatever it was he had in mind to give me --

  It was the egg vibrator.

  My jaw dropped and I looked at him just as the lights turned on in the theater.

  “You like it?” he asked me.

  “I’ll wear it with pride,” I answered and hurriedly began getting up so I could run to the bathroom and put it in me. Of course, though, Ysa saw it.

  “Hey, that’s kinky,” Ysa said, maybe a little too loudly too because I noticed a few people looking at us. Well, they were either looking because of Ysa’s words and she was too loud or because they might have noticed us having sex right here in the theater.

  Dylan smiled and they both high-fived.

  Ysa grabbed the vibrator and took a closer look at it. “Wow, it’s five different levels of intensity. That would be really good for going out. You can keep it on low while in a restaurant then turn it up high when in the car.”

  Matt prodded his wife and asked, “Oh, you’d love something like that, wouldn’t you babe? Maybe we can stop by the sex store and get one too.”

  “You’ll need something bigger than this then,” I told Matt as I took my gift back from Ysa. “Ysa’s cunt can swallow a fucking whale.”

  We all laughed, even Ysa, acknowledging that she was pretty well exercised in sex. She had sex since we were young. A little vibrator like this wouldn’t feel like much for her.

  Dylan then gave me a pat on the head and then wrapped his arm around my waist, “Well, before we all go our separate ways how about we have dinner?”

  “Sounds good to me,” Matt said. “I’m starving. Chocolate and popcorn is fine during a movie but now I’m starving for real food.”

  “Usual spot?” Ysa and I asked at the same time.

  Both boys nodded.

  “You can consider this as some kind of anniversary or whatever,” Ysa told both Dylan and I. “We set you guys up to meet there. Now it’s where your first real dinner date - as a reconciled horny couple - will be. That’s just beautiful.”

  All I could think of was giving daddy a blowjob underneath the dining table.

  “That sounds like a great way to build more memories,” Dylan rode on Ysa’s sentimental trip. “I’ll drive us all there. We can come back for Matt’s car later.”

  We all agreed to the plan, which allowed us to continue talking inside the car, and headed for the Chinese restaurant.

  After a short drive out of the movie theater Dylan drove us to the Chinese restaurant. It was the same establishment where I first met him. It was just a few months ago but it felt like it’d been forever already. So much has happened in just three and a half months.

  We all stepped in, back in Dylan’s special VIP room, the waiters were a little bit more responsive and quick on their feet this time. We ordered a similar package of an 8-course meal and a couple of drinks.

  Sitting there, eating with the people I truly cared about, made me think about everything that was to come. Matt had always been good to me - probably because he wants to fuck me - and Ysa has always been more like a sister than just a friend. Dylan, of course, is my daddy. He’s my fuck buddy, my daddy, my master, my owner, my friend and my lover.

  “Baby,” Dylan interrupted my thoughts as he called me to his side. I scooted closer beside him and rested my head on his arm. It felt perfect to be there.

  He must have felt the same way too because he grabbed my hand and pulled me. I was compelled to get up a bit and sit on his lap. I wasn’t wearing panties anymore, having taken them off in the car, and I fully felt his hard boner pressing up against my ass and pussy.

  “Get a room,” Ysa joked.

  I joked back, “We did. We got this one. It’s got food and somehow you guys are included too.”

  Everybody laughed. It was a perfect moment and a perfect way to end the night.

  I will always recall that evening. It was one of the most special moments in my life. It was the time I knew that I could blend my unique sex life with Dylan along with the norJack social life most people expect from a person. I was fine dining with my boyfriend and our friends in a high-end restaurant but at the same time I had a vibrator in my pussy and I called my lover ‘daddy’ whenever possible.

  Sure, it was a fine line but daddy didn’t mind. Sometimes he let us both break the rules just so we could feel our humanity again.

  Epilogue

  It’s been six months now since I got back together with Dylan. Jack never bothered me after the incident and I even heard a rumor that he was transferring out of the company to move to London. If that comes true then I could truly get him out of my life forever.

  Ysa and Matt finally decided to get those threesomes done. Ever since then Ysa has been asking if me and Dylan could join for one big orgy. I still wasn’t so sure about it so I just kept telling them I’ll think about. I’m pretty sure I’ll give in anyway, since it might mean I’ll get to experience a double penetration. I wonder what it will feel like to be sandwiched between Dylan and Matt.

  Of course the highlight of my life was my weekly session with Dylan. For most days we were like regular couples and we even fucked like regular couples, only with a tint of rough sex here and there.
I loved it every time he would yank my hair, choke me a little or slap me. However, the more hardcore BDSM play was reserved for Wednesday nights. Those were the nights I always looked forward to.

  We weren’t completely decided yet on whether or not we’ll get married. Dylan and I were already in the mindset that we were kind of married anyway since we lived together now, we had a shared bank account and we did pretty much everything as a couple. Maybe we might get married just to get the legal stuff out of the way. We did plan on moving to Japan or even Norway someday and having a marriage license would be to our benefit.

  I was happy. Dylan was definitely happy to have his baby girl back. Well, to be honest, I felt like more than just his little submissive. I felt more like the girl he cherished, the one he wanted to love and spoil and give all his attention to. I felt special. I was his evening princess.

  THE END

  The Virgin’s Arrangement - Teaser

  Chapter One

  Claudia Vaughn sighed as she stepped out of her outfit for the night. She undid the straps of her shoes, kicked them off and sighed as she rubbed the soles of her feet. She felt like her feet might just burst because of how much they hurt, but she knew that was just part of the job. No pain, no gain as their boss would say.

  Claudia reached behind her back and undid the zipper a little to feel like she was able to breathe because these outfits were just getting tighter, and tighter, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe in them. She supposed she shouldn’t complain. She was after all Madame Sauri’s right hand woman.