12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Ximena

I groan as the sun beams through curtains. A heavy arm on my back begins to stroke my hip. His feather light touch causes my skin to break out in goosebumps. I love the way he caresses me; it makes me realize just how safe I feel in his arms and just how much I’ve been falling for him. The secrets I keep have made me feel more guilty than ever, but how could I tell him and watch the affection he has for me disappear. I don’t think I could handle him walking away from me, from us.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, tightening his hold around my waist.

“Feliz Navidad,” I say, wiggling my ass against the thickness of his cock. His cock twitches as he lets out a raspy groan.

“Stop wiggling your ass. You have to open your present before I have mine.” I stop my movement and gasp at his words. My face unwillingly lights up. His hands tighten around me and I can’t help but wiggle once more. His salacious moan has me already wet and ready for him. It’s all I want, but he puts the distance between us, his hold slowly letting go of my hips as he twists his body further away. I can’t help the disappointment, along with the pout that takes over my face.

“Don’t pout. I have plans for you this morning, just not here. Go to the living room and check what Santa brought you.” His hazel eyes glimmer in mischief and excitement as he says the words. I quickly move the blanket away from my body, the cold breeze of the air conditioning mixed with the heat of the room has my nipples hardening every second they remain exposed. I quickly sit up on my knees, the mattress dips where I kneel as I watch Klaus grab a bag from the closet and out the door.

“Come see what Daddy Klaus brought you,” he taunts.

“I can’t wait any further. My feet land on the cold hardwood floors as I quickly make my way to the living room. Right by the tree is a beautiful grand Steinway piano, completely decorated in Christmas lights. My gasp fills the silence, the room is completely dark being illuminated by the beautiful satin ebony piano. The cost alone is over half a million dollars. The small hints of light from the curtains bleed through, showcasing him standing off to the side, watching me with a soft smile.

“I can’t believe you did this,” I whisper, completely astonished by the gesture. I’ve barely brought up playing in the time we’ve met. We’ve been so focused on our bubble, of sex and aftercare that I’ve only ever played the tunes in my head. Creating songs for when I had the chance to sit at my piano to play. He closes the lid, creating a flat surface before he picks me up, my legs tangle around his body and I crash our lips together frantically. I was already desperate and needy for him, but now my pussy throbs with the way she wants him inside her. Now.

He sits me on top of the piano as we get lost in our warmth, the way he thrusts against my cunt has me dripping a little more. I moan as he grips my throat, tightening his hold like he was afraid I’d disappear.

“Lay back for me, baby girl.” He pants, the smell of peppermint takes over as I lean back on the piano lid. He steps away from me admiring the view of my naked body on my favorite instrument, illuminated by colorful lights, splayed out in front of him.

I want this man more than I need to play, but will he still want me when he finds out my truth?