Page 43 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
Chapter 9
Nine Dildos, Ten Sex Toys, and Eleven Ropes
Mariah
This was turning outto be my favorite Christmas.
On the ninth day, Gabriel took me to my father’s house to drop presents off.
Gabriel remained in the Phantom.
My father was relieved to see me. It made me happy to see my father sitting in his overstuffed chair with a blanket covering his lap and a cup of tea in his hand. This was the most relaxed I had seen him years. To my surprise, my father told me that Mom’s memory care facility bill had been paid up for three years. He had no idea who took care of the bill, but I knew it was Gabriel.
I’d planned to use the million dollars for my parents. Now I would have to figure out what else I could do with the money. Perhaps, I could use it to do some good in my town.
That evening over a candlelit dinner, Gabriel presented me with another gift, wrapped in green and red paper with a big gold bow.
I took the long box from his hands and tore through the wrapping paper to find nine different sized dildos. Laughing, I told him that he had more than enough cock for a lifetime. There would be no need to use those dildos.
Gabriel didn’t laugh at my response. Instead, he displayed a mischievous grin. Lust blazed in his eyes.
Fast, he vigorously took me right there on the table, pinning me under his huge body and sensually thrusting into my pussy. Wine spilled. Candlelight flickered. Food smeared all over our naked bodies.
And he fucked me, slamming his cock into my pussy over and over.
And somehow, I took it all, knowing that he was ruining my pussy for any other man. After him, no other lover would do. When we orgasmed together, his hot seed filled my pussy to overflowing.
On the tenth day, we made gingerbread cookies in his high-tech kitchen. It had been my idea since he’d confessed that he had never tasted a gingerbread cookie in his life.
I thought that it was a crime and had to make him my grandmother’s special recipe.
To my shock, dangerous, muscular Gabriel was a sight to behold in an apron. His stern handsome face looked boyish when he mixed ingredients in the bowl with those lethal hands.
The very image made me wet.
Perhaps, that was how we ended up naked and on the kitchen floor with cookie dough coating our bodies.
Like a ravenous lover, he licked up every drop from my body and groaned that gingerbread was now his favorite cookie.
When I came this time, my toes curled and several screams left me.
By that evening, Gabriel continued to blow my mind.
We went down to his sex dungeon. Ten presents lay on the floor, all wrapped in different colors. My mouth dropped open.
I rushed to the boxes like a kid on Christmas morning, opening up each one and giggling.
I discovered so many things that I had never used in my life—pink leather handcuffs and a sex swing, ball gags and feathers, diamond outlined blind folds and tons of satin ribbons, paddles and a freaking sex machine that would poke me with a dildo.
But one gift confused me, it was a long black bar with cuffs attached to the ends.
