Page 71 of Mistletoe Mistake
“What was he talking about at the end? He mentioned a party?”
“His annual Christmas party,” she confirmed. “It's this Thursday. I was going to take you, but obviously, I won't subject you to it now.”
“You're not actually going to go, are you?” I couldn't believe she would even consider it.
She grimaced unhappily. “I'm not sure. It might be worth putting in an appearance, just to appease him.”
“You don't owe him anything, Gemma.” I'd only met him for a couple of minutes, but I could clearly see that.
“I don't need to decide now. Let's talk about something lighter, like politics or religion.”
Since she clearly wanted to change the subject, I gave in, and we chatted easily for the remainder of the ride back to London. When we arrived back at the hotel, it was nearing five o'clock and Gemma suggested that we walk around the city to look at the Christmas lights. Although I would have preferred to go to my room, I couldn't resist the excited twinkle in her eyes, so I followed her as she led me through Mayfair and Soho, through decorated arcades and light-strung small alleys, beneath the showy displays on Regent Street, through the crowds at Carnaby Street and along dozens of side streets, our hands clasped tightly together the whole time.
We stopped for dinner at an outdoor table in a hidden courtyard. The restaurant had space heaters to keep it warm enough for us to eat outside despite the chill in the air. I suggested we order a bottle of wine with dinner, but Gemma told me she’d been craving hot chocolate instead, and as I watched her lick the whipped cream off her lips after each sip, I couldn't really complain.
After finishing our meal and taking the scenic route back to the hotel, we finally arrived back at the suite nearly twelve hours after we'd left that morning. Part of me wondered if Gemma liked torturing me on purpose, making me wait to be with her and building the anticipation with each passing minute, but since I also enjoyed the time we spent together doing other things, I couldn't complain too much about that either.
“Is your back sore at all?” I wished I could have taken care of her after our play that afternoon, but with the valet’s interruption, I hadn’t had a chance.
“Not too much,” she assured me, removing her coat and boots. I loved to watch her undress, even just her outer layers. What lay beneath her clothes was no longer a secret for me, but I still enjoyed watching her reveal it, each and every time. “I felt it a bit when we were sitting on those hard chairs at dinner, but I didn't mind. It kept reminding me of the whole thing.”
That answered the question I hadn't asked yet: I wanted to be sure she had enjoyed it, and since she liked being reminded of it, it seemed that she had.
“I want to take a look. Get undressed.”
The instant calm that passed over her, the instant response to my command, told me better than her words ever could that she was looking forward to the rest of this night as much as I was. She quickly stripped for me, removing each item confidently until she stood naked in the centre of the room. Circling her, I took a look at the remnants of our earlier activity. A faint red line could still be seen across her lower back, and a couple of bruises on her backside. I pressed against one of them gently and she inhaled sharply but didn't pull away.
“Wait here,” I instructed while I went into the room where our purchases from the night before had been moved. After finding everything I wanted, I returned to the living room, finding Gemma exactly where I had left her. “I'm going to try something. This is new to me too, so tell me if you don't like it, okay?”
As she nodded in agreement, her eyes fell to the bag in my hands, trying to see what I had chosen, and I shook my head in disapproval.
“You don't need to see it. In fact, you don't need to see anything.”
I pulled out the blindfold first, tying it around her eyes just as I had my tie the other night. With that in place, I moved on to the collar and cuffs that she had tried on in the store, securing the collar around her neck and tying her hands together behind her back. The apparatus looked even better on her now that she was naked.
“How's that?” I asked as I adjusted the collar around the neck. “Can you breathe?”
“It can be tighter.”
So, she liked the pressure. I made a mental note of it as I tightened the collar further and stepped back to survey her. “Spread your legs.”
Once she’d widened her stance, I adjusted it a little bit wider, and once she was in position, I pulled out an item that we'd chosen from the sensation section of the store: a long, wide peacock feather, soft on the edges, with a hard, stiff spine.
With a light, tickling touch, I ran the soft, feathery edge down her back first. Gemma shivered against it, her hands clenching in the cuffs as I moved around the front of her and circled it gently around her breasts, the circles getting smaller and smaller until it brushed over her nipple which stiffened and peaked beneath its touch. A sigh whispered from her parted lips, the only sound in the air that had grown heavy with our mutual anticipation.
The feather moved down her side, tracing the curve of her waist and her hips, down to her knee and back up her inner thigh. I could see her body tensing as it drew closer to her centre, but before it got there, I pulled back and brought it up to her face instead.
Gemma jumped in surprise at the sudden change, but she smiled as the feather ran across her lips and down her neck. I took it straight down between her breasts that time, not stopping until it rested just above her clit, at which point I pulled it back again.
She groaned in frustration, which only made me smile. I went on that way for quite a while, playing down her back, letting the feather slip between the cleft of her bruised ass and down the back of her legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Over and over again, I came close to where she wanted it most, always pulling back at the last second.
“Please, Cole,” she begged after I had lost count of how many times I had teased her. “Please, touch me.”
Without warning, I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. As she gasped, I took advantage of her surprise to run the feather through her folds, pressing the hard spine of it against her clit.
A moan of pleasure, of pure satisfaction, came from deep in her throat as the feather brushed back and forth through her wetness. I took her nipple in my teeth, biting down on it gently as my free hand reached up and grabbed her hair, tugging it a little less gently. All the while, the feather continued to play with her clit.
Gemma squirmed against her restraints, her hands tied helplessly behind her back, unable to touch anything and unable to see anything, completely at my mercy. “Come for me now,” I ordered, and no sooner had I said it than she did, her whole body shuddering in a total release.
