Saul

I yawned as I woke up to find Sirah huddled over me with her hand gripping the base of my dick. Confused and wondering if I was still asleep, I rubbed my eyes, but it didn't change the image. She had something sticking out of her mouth when she looked up. My eyes homed in on her hand to see a Sharpie marker in her hand. The lid was in her mouth. I blinked as she pulled it out of her mouth and stuck it back on the pen.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly with a smile.

“What are you doing?” I asked cautiously while she sat up to study my dick.

I got distracted by her naked breasts and wished her hand was still on my morning wood before I remembered the pen. I jerked upright and checked my dick. She had drawn two googly eyes, and beneath the hole was a smile on it.

“I was feeling artistic this morning, and your dick looks much less threatening now. Almost friendly,” she said with a smirk.

What the fuck?

I gaped at her before I stared at my defaced dick again.

The smile did make it look friendlier, but who the fuck drew on someone's penis? The ink could be toxic.

Oh, it was on .

“You're right. My dick does look happier,” I said casually before I tried to make a grab for her, but she flew off the bed and threw the pen at me. It hit me square on the forehead before it landed on the bed.

“This is for stealing me away on Christmas and whatever other shady shit you have pulled over the last five months,” she squealed as she ran for the door.

I threw the covers off and raced after her, but when I got to the hallway, I paused again, distracted by her bare ass. She reached the staircase and hesitated for a second before she dashed downstairs, leaving me to smile as her laughter followed her. I considered what was in the box downstairs and grinned. I went to the bathroom to wash my dick. My house was locked up tight. She was going nowhere.

After scrubbing my dick a few times, I realised that the damage was done. The smudged face remained on my dick. I put a pair of shorts on and tiptoed down the stairs. I went through the rooms one by one until I reached the kitchen. I crouched down, but she wasn't under the table. The last place left was behind the island, but she wasn't there when I jumped around it.

“Don't make it worse for yourself, Sirah. Come out now, and I might show you some leniency,” I shouted as I walked out of the kitchen.

I stood in the hallway. However, there was nothing but a resounding silence. I checked the storage space beneath the staircase before entering the living room.

I scanned the room, and my eyes returned to the Christmas tree. Behind it were the long cream curtains for the French doors leading to the back garden. I glanced at the other side and noticed it was flatter than the one behind the Christmas tree.

I reached the tree and rummaged through the sex toy box. I took out the gunmetal handcuffs and the leather paddle to toss them on the couch. When I leaned over to look behind the tree, I could see her painted nail poking out from the bottom.

This was the best Christmas holiday I could remember having since childhood. My parents had one another, and Seth had Kat. The joy of sharing this time with Sirah touched me on a deeper level. The fact that I was here playing hide and seek with her instead of answering questions in a police station spoke volumes.

Did I mind getting my dick defaced in return? No, but she didn't need to know that .

I pulled the curtain away from her, and she screamed and tried to run around the tree, but I had her arm. I'm the struggle the tree fell over, but I pulled her over the mess and dragged her to the couch. I sat down and put her over my knees, ignoring her laughter.

“It took you long enough to find me,” she gasped through her laughter.

I grinned while I got the handcuffs and proceeded to cuff her hands behind her back.

“I was trying to scrub the pen mark off my dick,” I said sternly.

“Leave it on, and I will sign the base. One day, my artwork might be worth a great deal of money,” she said before glancing at me over her shoulder and bursting into a fit of giggles.

The delightful sound made me smile despite my attempt to remain stern.

“Why have you cuffed me?” she asked as her head dropped down again.

I touched her left hand and saw she still wore the ring I slipped onto her finger last night. Her head dangled down, while I kept her balanced over my legs. I trailed my fingers down to her ass, and I felt her body tense. Memories of last night’s activities on the couch flooded me, and my poor, abused dick began to harden again.

“So you won't cover your ass when I spank you,” I murmured as my fingers reached her pussy.

“Oh, no—” she began but stopped as I eased two fingers inside her pussy.

She was hot and wet enough for me to know she was more than a little turned on. I decided the paddle might be too harsh for my cute virgin ass. I slid my fingers out and slapped one side of her ass cheek until her flesh rippled, but before she could finish her gasp, my fingers were rubbing her damp pussy lips. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass as I spanked her other cheek.

It was like Christmas morning all over again .