Chapter 87: Playtime's Over

(Zachary)

THIS Christmas will remain stuck in my head for years not only because it was the first Christmas the city had celebrated, but because it was the first time that Santa Claus actually got to receive a Christmas gift.

Swan was that generous. She removed the ribbon on my head and tied it around my hands.

“You are my gift. That means I can have you however I want, right?” she whispered on my ear before running her tongue over my earlobe. “No matter what I say and do, you can’t complain.”

My breathing quickened. “I won’t.”

She smiled. And my heart raced for the countless time. With her cheeks still flushed, she commanded, “Then roll over for me, Santa. Tonight, I’ll be on top.”

I grinned. “Gladly.”

I didn’t know that giving and receiving gifts could be this thrilling.

We shifted positions. She sat on my stomach. I had already gotten rid of her bra earlier although she was still wearing her dress. If only she didn’t glare at me and said that it was her favorite dress, I would have