Here is an early Christmas present. Please enjoy another Brandy and Grant story.
T.S.
PEEKING
T.S. FESSELN
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T’was the night before Christmas and all
through the house, not a creature was stirring. . .no, that was not true at all,
Brandy thought to herself. She was
stirring alright. She writhed on the couch bound beside her boyfriend Grant who
was gently petting her blonde hair. The
little gel vibrator nestled all snug in her sex was pulsing little rhythms of
pleasure when Grant wanted it to. So
far, he hadn’t given into her whines pleading him to send her over the edge. It
was her own fault. He had caught her.
The young blonde shuddered as a mini
orgasm swirled through her and she moaned into her harness gag.
Brandy was dressed in what was once locked
inside the iron box that resided under their small Christmas tree. Her legs were encased in a red latex mono
glove that Grant had laced up tightly.
The binder started at her ankles and tapered up her thighs, ending just
below her crotch. Her arms were trapped
behind her back in a matching gloved arm-binder that resembled belted vinyl
opera gloves; the wrist straps buckled to the opposite upper arm. A red collar gleaming with chrome fasteners
and ‘D’ rings adorned her neck and a ball gag harness kept her complaints to
unintelligible mewls. She now laid
curled up on the couch, her head on her boyfriend’s lap.
“It’s not Christmas yet,” he said, turning
off her vibe as he kissed her on her forehead.
Brandy glanced up to their wall
clock. An hour to midnight. An eternity.
She shouldn’t have peeked but it was in
her DNA. Ever since she found out there
wasn’t a Santa Claus, she challenged her parents by trying to see what presents
she was going to get. She would creep
around the house looking into closets and crawl spaces; underneath beds and in
out-of-reach cabinets. It became a game
that Brandy never outgrew. Grant found
out the hard way their first Christmas celebration together when she found the
cookbook collection she wanted in the closet of his small apartment. He told her that the following Christmas
would be different. That he would punish
her if he found her peeking around for her packages.
Now he was doing just that.
Dressed in his red flannel loungers and
black silk robe, Grant took another sip of wine as he sat there with her. As her head lay on his lap, she could feel
his hardness against her cheek. She
began to nuzzle him, hoping he would finish what he had started within her.
When Brandy had seen the old-fashioned
lockbox beneath the blinking lights of the tree, Grant said that whatever was
inside there would be her punishment if he caught her trying to find her ‘big’
present. Of course, Brandy made sure he
was at when she did her peeking but no matter where she peeked, she couldn’t
find anything she would call ‘big’. What
she didn’t know was that Grant had a camera hidden, its glass eye coolly
watching her larceny. Tonight he had
shown her the recording of her and she bowed to her fate.
It wasn’t all bad. She found out what was in the box.
The vibrator erupted again, sending a
flurry of little pleasures inside her.
Brandy moaned as his hand drifted down
over her breast and began to lightly pinch her stiffened nipple. She began to rock her hips again and looking
up at her lover. Grant had that
construction-workers body that women drooled over. His dark brown eyes and his closely-cropped
blonde hair and his snake-charmer smile would melt even the coldest heart. Brandy thought herself lucky to have such a
man.
Grant dipped his finger into his chilled
wine and dribbled it onto her nipple.
Their apartment television glowed with
video of a burning yule log and a collection of Christmas tunes played in the
background. Even in her predicament,
Brandy felt warm and safe and loved.
“Ready for your present?” Grant asked.
Brandy nodded as she shifted herself so
she lay on her back.
“Well, you still have awhile to go before
midnight,” he smiled, “traditionally, we should really wait until the sun comes
up.”
Brandy shook her head and moaned into her
gag. There was no way she could take
this until morning.
“You need to learn a little patience, my
love. I think I know how we can kill
some time before I give you your ‘big’ gift.”
She felt his hand trace over her stomach
to the hem of her little red g-string.
He gently pulled it aside and dipped his finger into the folds of her
sex. More flurries of bliss stirred
inside her. She arched her hips to him
and he eased his fingers in more.
He then extracted her vibe.
Grant moved over her to stand. His robe pooled at his feet followed by his
loungers. His cock was fully erect, a
very welcome sight for Brandy.
“Roll over, my sweet,” he said.
The young blonde did as she was told. She felt his hands on shoulders as he helped
her to kneel on the couch. His warm
hands kneaded the cheeks of her rear before he gently pushed down on her back
so her rear was up in the air and her head was buried into the cushions.
Brandy smiled around her gag as her
boyfriend’s fingers hooked the g-string and slipped it partially down her
thighs. She wiggled her ass for him, enticing him to hurry.
Kneeling behind her, Grant eased himself
into her, feeling her slick canal swallow him.
Slowly, he began to pull out and thrust into her, his hands bracing on
her hips. Brandy matched his easy rhythm. Just knowing he was inside of her made her
passions drift even deeper; burying her.
His pace picked up and so did the swelling
storm inside Brandy. She chanted into
her gag, ecstasy ever growing until he thrust himself fully inside of her. His
whole body stiffened and held himself there as hot semen shot inside her. Brandy shuddered and screamed as the storm of
bliss finally overwhelmed her. She
bucked and writhed in her bindings as well as trying to keep him inside her for
as long as she could.
As Grant softened, he withdrew himself.
“How did you enjoy your big gift,” Grant
grinned as he gave her a playful slap on the rear.
Brandy frowned and rolled back over to
look at him. The swirls of pleasure were
still drifting inside her. Surely this
wasn’t the ‘big’ gift he had been teasing her about. This has to be one of his jokes. . .
“And see, I timed it so you would not get
it until after midnight.”
No, this couldn’t be it. Brandy growled into her gag as she watched Grant
pick up his robe and drape it on.
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
Brandy thrashed in her bindings and yelled
angry things at her boyfriend, but he seemed to ignore her as he went over to
their tree and began to rearrange some of the ornaments. Finally, he turned around to Brandy.
“All that ruckus is going to drive away
Santa Claus, you know,” he said, “Now settle down before you hurt yourself.”
Brandy settled a bit, but she was still
trying to say something through her gag.
“Better.
Now I am pretty sure that Santa is going to bypass this place since you
were very naughty and tried to find out what your presents were this year. I told you that you were going to be punished
if you tried it this year and you went ahead and did it anyway. Now I think this is the only way to stop that
from happening.”
Brandy narrowed her eyes and stared at
him.
“So, this is our new tradition in this
household for the holiday season. I
package you up when you get home from work or you package yourself up. Either way, you won’t get a chance to
peek. If you agree, I think Santa just
might pay a visit. So, what do you say?”
Brandy thought about it. She now knew he had got her something but she
knew she would have to agree to his rules or she wouldn’t get her present. Slowly, she nodded her head.
“You know I am not kidding.”
The blonde nodded her head again.
Grant smiled and pulled out of his robe
pocket a small little box wrapped in shiny gold paper with a deep red bow.
“Santa left this with me and told me it
was my decision to determine if you were naughty or nice this year. I think you’re a little of both, so here’s
your present.”
He
set the gift down in front of her face.
Brandy mewled and struggled, looking up at Grant with her blue,
puppy-dog eyes. Her ‘big’ gift was just inches away and she couldn’t do
anything about it.
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
Brandy groaned and struggled some
more. The way she was bound there was no
way she could get to it with her fingers.
She could try for it with her toes.
Wriggling, she sat herself up and swung her feet over to the present
which was now dangerously close to falling off the couch. She clamped her feet onto it and with her big
toes she managed to peel the ribbons and paper off of it.
Her heart dropped when she saw that the
little box was completely wound in shiny black electrical tape. She moaned in frustration.
“Do you need help?” Grant asked as he sat
down next to her.
Brandy nodded.
“If you want my help, I need you to kneel
in front of me.”
The young blonde only paused for a moment
before sliding herself carefully off of the couch and onto the floor in front
of her boyfriend between his legs. Grant
looked down at her knowing just how blessed he was to have her in his life. Slowly, he unwound the black tape until she
saw that it was a small, black velvet jewelers box.
Grant cracked open the box and there
nestled in white satin was a silver engagement ring with a single small diamond
in two clutching swirls of tiny sapphires.
Below the ring was two smaller rings with a single sapphire mounted in
each one. It took her a second to
realize they were matching nipple rings.
“Brandy, my love, would you do me the
honor of becoming my wife and slave.”
Brandy stared at the three little
rings. A flurry of butterflies swarmed
inside her as she looked up at Grant smiling down at her. She quickly nodded, letting herself be
enfolded into his arms. Tears trickled
down her cheeks as she enjoyed the quiet rapture of the moment. It was indeed a very Merry Christmas for her
and she was sure not in for a long winter’s nap.
