Jingle all the Jay

JINGLE ALL THE JAY

I squinted at the monstrosity under my perfectly decorated Christmas tree, trying to figure out exactly what Jay had been thinking.

"Hey." My husband of two years, and the current bane of my existence, dropped a kiss on my forehead as he passed me, headed for the kitchen counter. "How was your catch-up?"

"Fine." I pushed my wheelchair across to our tree, leaning down to snatch up the eyesore. "Jay, what is this?"

I held the offending object aloft—a newspaper-wrapped present that appeared more like someone's rubbish than a gift.

Jay glanced over as he sorted through our mail. "Ash's gift."

I made a noise in the back of my throat. "You got your billionaire brother, the guy who bought you an extension for our house last year—a Christmas gift that looks like it's been wrapped by a drunk T-Rex?"

Jay chuckled as he slid his finger through the back of an envelope, pulling the letter free. "Yep. It's a great present too."

I tried to channel my inner calm. He may be cute with his tanned skin, deliciously tattooed muscular arms, and flop of dark brown hair, but sexy wouldn't save him this time. "What exactly did you do?"

He began to laugh in earnest. "I'd show you, but I've already wrapped it."

"Jay!" I flicked the shoelace he'd tied around the present. "This isn't wrapping!"

"It's a bow."

"It's not a bow!"

Jay stalked across the room, coming to loom over my chair. With hands braced on my push rims, he leaned in until his face hovered a breath above mine.

"I think I know what a bow looks like, Rainbow." The sensual caress of his tone wasn't lost on me.

"Jay…" I sighed. "This is the first year we're hosting your family. I want it to be perfect." I pushed the present into his chest. "This is an abomination."

"It's hilarious and perfect for Ash."

"It belongs in a trash heap."

He took the present and tossed it back under the tree. It landed with a squeak.

"Dear God," I murmured, staring at the monstrosity in horror. "It's a dog toy."

Jay chuckled. "It's not a dog toy."

I shuddered. "I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse."

Jay caught my hands, walking backward as he pulled me across the lounge room and down the hall. "You need a nap."

"I need to finish wrapping presents for your giant family," I grumbled.

"You need to relax."

"I need to make a grocery list."

"I have a better idea." He pulled me into our bedroom and across to our bed, stopping my chair beside it. "How about we do a little rope session before you take a nap? You can leave all the shopping to me."

"You wrapped a present in newspaper!" I reached for the bed, beginning to transition myself across.

"But it's high-quality newspaper," he said, as if that made all the difference in the world. "And only happy articles. You know, real positive shit like weddings and stories about good dogs saving kids from fires."

I snorted, shuffling up our bed until my back leaned against the headboard. "I don't have time for this, Jay. There's still so much to be done. Christmas is three days away, and—"

"I've got this, Rainbow." He cupped my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine. "Trust me."

I teetered on the edge of a meltdown, tears stinging the backs of my eyes. "I don't know. Work is crazy, your family will descend in a few days, and with everything else going on, I—"

He reached under the bed, pulling a crimson rope free.

I spluttered, losing my train of thought. "Where did that come from?"

He grinned, dragging the rope across his palm slowly. "I might have picked this up last week."

My eyebrows rose. "Last week?"

He pressed a kiss to my nose. "I had a feeling you might need a little stress relief." Gently he tugged up my sweater, laying the rope across my pale stomach. "If we're going to play, I figured you might want to stay in the festive mood."

The weight of the rope against my skin coupled with the devilish look in Jay's eyes began to settle my emotions.

With my psychologist hat on, I knew that I could self-soothe easily. I didn't need someone else to talk me through the stress. But I also told people regularly that being human meant asking for help—and accepting it—when we felt overwhelmed or out of control. Having a safe place to land, and someone to help carry your burdens, could make life just a little easier sometimes.

Allowing my husband to tie me up and take away my worries for a little while sounded really fucking good.

I guess five minutes of play wouldn't hurt…

I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as he gently dragged the butt of the rope up my arm. "Should I call you Santa?"

He chuckled, his voice deepening. "Depends. Are you planning to be on my naughty or nice list?"

I huffed out a laugh, then gasped, my eyelids flying open as he whipped my shirt off, somehow managing to undo my bra clasp in the process.

"You're very sneaky, Mister Claus," I murmured, as he drew the bra straps down my arms.

His gaze dropped to my chest, and he ran his knuckles down my collarbone and across the curve of one breast. His gaze glinted with devilish pleasure before he reached for my wrists.

"You've been found guilty of crimes against Christmas, Dr. Kenton. How do you plead?"

Suppressing a laugh, I met his gaze. "Guilty as charged."

Jay tsked, bending his head as he began to wrap rope around my middle. "Naughty girl. I sentence you to three orgasms."

Jay worked slowly, building the tension by dragging rope slowly over my skin.

"Let's begin."

Jay moved me, pulling pieces of equipment from under our bed. He slid a bolster under my legs, and a solid, tall-backed wedge behind my back. Reaching over my head, he tied the ends of the rope he'd wrapped around my torso to a series of hooks in our ceiling, using them to support me.

Accessible sex that catered to the needs of my body could have been awkward or difficult—and sometimes it was. But Jay differed from my previous sexual partners who'd sometimes felt intimidated or frustrated by the equipment I used in the bedroom. Equipment I needed to support my body and increase my pleasure.

Jay had no such concerns. The man regularly surprised me with new toys, types of lube, or different props, ready to explore what made me feel good.

"That feel okay?" he asked, stepping back from the bed.

I closed my eyes, letting my weight rest against the rope.

"Perfect," I murmured, feeling the stress of my day begin to release from my muscles.

"Good. Hands out."

I offered him my arms, resting my head on his shoulder as he began to perform a zenpou takate tie, coupling it with a fisherman's harness.

The zenpou takate tie required me to put my full trust in Jay as he bound my hands to my chest.

My abdominal muscles were strong, but my legs had no sensation or movement. Which meant that if I felt off-balance or uncomfortable, I'd have to either use my abdominal muscles or ask Jay for assistance.

When we'd first tried this tie, I'd felt unbalanced. After a few sessions of trying different supports, we'd finally found that a combination of props and support rope reduced any anxiety I felt about my hands being bound.

I adored that Jay didn't shy away from exploring what I needed. He was like a dog with a bone—determinedly working to find a solution until I could enjoy myself.

"Tomorrow," he whispered against the shell of my ear, drawing me back into the moment. "We'll try full suspension again." He tightened another knot at the base of my shoulder blade. "But tonight is for your relaxation. Breathe into it, Frankie. Let go."

His words gave me permission to relax. I trusted Jay, trusted him more than I could ever put into words. It sounded strange, but there was a freedom in giving up control to someone you trusted to look after you.

Annie, my bestie, had once mentioned that she loved when Linc, her husband, disciplined her. She adored when he ordered her around or even spanked her. She found a release in his attention and in the pleasure-pain. But it was the care, the gentle way Linc touched her and ensured he pushed her to her limits but never beyond, that allowed her to relax, to trust, to feel loved.

I understood her explanation. While spanking wasn't exactly my touch of choice, I relished the way Jay touched me as he bound my body, the gentle graze of his hand, his pauses to check on me, to ensure the rope was tight but not damaging.

Everything he did was about me, for me.

"I love you," the words slipped free before I realised I was about to say them.

Jay paused, his fingers tight on the rope. "I love you too, Rainbow."

I leaned forward, needing to taste him. "Kiss me, Santa."

He caught my lips in a hungry kiss, giving me everything I needed.

As he always did.

His present-wrapping skills may leave much to be desired, but Jay gave me everything I needed.

Always.

Jay drew back slowly, lingering for a moment with his forehead pressed against mine. His warm breath caressed my skin, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his eyes roaming over my bound form. "All wrapped up like my own personal Christmas present."

"That's so corny," I whispered, my lips pulling into a smile.

"Shh," he hushed, pulling away and slipping back into the scene. "Close your eyes for me, Rainbow. I want you to focus on your breathing and the sensation of the ropes against your skin."

I did as he asked, closing my eyes and taking a slow, deep breath. The soft crimson rope felt warm and secure against my bare skin. I'd become familiar with the weight and texture of rope, enjoying the gentle abrasion against my skin.

Jay tugged at one of the knots near my shoulder, tightening the rope.

I took another breath, inhaling the lingering aroma of pine and cinnamon from the Christmas candles I'd burned the night before. The scent perfumed the air, mixed with Jay's familiar cologne.

"That's it," Jay encouraged softly. "Just breathe. Let me take care of you."

I shivered as Jay's fingers trailed lightly along my collarbone, barely ghosting over my skin. His touch was so gentle it almost tickled, and goosebumps rose to follow his path.

"You carry so much tension in your shoulders," he commented, his strong hands settling on my shoulders. "Let it go, baby. I've got you."

He began to massage my tight muscles, working slowly to release my tension. A soft moan of pleasure slipped free, my head dropping to one side as he worked out a particularly stubborn knot.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Relax."

His hands eventually left my shoulders to continue their exploration, gliding down my arms to my fingertips, which were splayed across my breasts and bound in place. He began to trace the intricate pattern of ropes across my torso. Every touch reverent, as if Jay were mapping my body through touch alone.

I sat, suspended in time and place, bound in a way that made me feel both helpless and powerful. I lost sense of time, concentrating on only my breathing and Jay's soft, worshipful touch.

Slowly, he began to unwind the rope, removing the knots one at a time.

He gently removed the foam prop from behind me, then released the torso tie holding me in place. Catching me, he gently helped me lay back on the bed.

Lost in my bliss, I kept my eyes closed, struggling to hold on to the delicious feeling of freedom for just a few minutes more.

The bed dipped as Jay settled beside me, one hand coming to rest on my hip.

"Better?"

I smiled, my eyes still firmly closed. "Yes."

He snuggled me, holding me, his fingers gently dancing across the rope indentations on my skin, as I drifted, slowly coming back into my body.

With a sigh, I blinked back into reality, glancing up to find Jay watching me.

"Hey," I whispered, touching his cheek. "Thank you."

"Anytime, Rainbow."

With a sigh, I snuggled into him, pressing a kiss to his bicep.

"I was thinking," he said after a beat. "Maybe we could start a new Christmas tradition this year."

"Mm?"

"How about, after all the preparations are done and before the chaos of Christmas morning begins, we make some time just for us?" His hand crested over my hip and up to cup my breast.

"I like the sound of that," I murmured, leaning into his touch. "What would this 'us time' entail?"

Jay chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Oh, I have a few ideas."

"Do they involve me licking your candy cane?" I asked, arching one eyebrow.

He snorted. "No wonder you're on the naughty list. Here I was thinking something along the lines of a nice bubble bath with some of those fancy bath bombs you like."

I arched an eyebrow. "Somehow I don't believe you."

"Or," he continued, ignoring me. "We could exchange one special gift."

I smiled. "And that special gift might be…?"

"You." Jay leaned closer, dropping his voice to a husky whisper. "I was thinking I could tie you up with tinsel and unwrap you very, very slowly."

I wrapped a hand around his neck, drawing him down toward me. "I think you have a one-track mind."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief and love.

"You're ridiculous," I informed him primly.

"You love it," he countered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.

"I do. I love you, Jay. Even with your terrible gift-wrapping skills and your tinsel bondage ideas."

Jay's expression softened, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "I love you too, Frankie. More than words."

We stayed like that for a long moment, just gazing into each other's eyes. Then Jay cleared his throat, blinking rapidly.

"Now," he said, his voice a little gruff with emotion, "how about we see about those three orgasms I sentenced you to, hmm?"

I laughed, the sound full of joy and anticipation. "Yes, please, Santa." I pulled back a little. "Better grab the lube."

Jay's eyes darkened with desire as he reached for the bedside drawer. "Your wish is my command, Rainbow."

He retrieved the bottle, warming the lube between his palms before returning to me. His touch was gentle yet purposeful as he began to caress my body, his fingers tracing the faint indentations left by the rope.

"You're so beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice low and reverent. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts, across my stomach.

I tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair, while the other slid down his chest to his jeans.

"Jay," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I've got you, baby. Just feel."

I lost myself in the sensations, in the warmth of Jay's body against mine, in the taste of his kisses.

Jay's fingers danced lower before he pulled back, squirting the lube onto his fingers before pressing them to me.

I gasped, as he began to play with my clit, circling and dancing away, drawing from me gasping pleas.

My body's ability to feel sensation could be challenging. Sometimes I didn't need lubricant, sometimes I did. Sometimes a gentle touch could get me off, other times—like tonight—I needed something rougher.

Jay read my body, shifting me until my hips were positioned on a foam prop, opening me to him.

He dipped his head, adding his tongue to the sensual onslaught.

I gripped his hair, tugging gently.

"Jay, please. In me. Now. I need—"

He didn't require additional prompting. Snaking up my body, Jay positioned himself and I felt the blunt pressure of his cock as he settled between my thighs.

"Ready?" he asked, searching my face.

"Abso-fucking-lutely." He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. The lube eased his entry, allowing for a pleasurable glide. I gasped at the delicious feeling of fullness as he bottomed out.

"God, Frankie," Jay groaned, his forehead pressed against mine. "You feel fucking amazing."

He shifted, setting a steady rhythm, but I wanted— needed —more.

"Harder," I panted, my nails digging into his back. "Jay, fuck me harder."

He obliged, picking up his pace. I could feel the tension building within me, a coiling heat in my lower abdomen. I slipped a hand between us, my fingers finding my clit as Jay swore.

"Fuck yes," he praised. "Come for me, Rainbow. Make us both feel good."

I fingered myself as he fucked into me. My orgasm crashed into me, my body clenching around Jay's cock as my fingers slipped to the mattress, fisting our sheets. Jay followed, his hips thrusting harder as he found his own release.

We collapsed against the bed, Jay laying over me, me smooshed into the mattress. I couldn't have been happier.

"One down," he panted. "Two to go."

I laughed breathlessly, turning my head until I could steal a kiss from his smiling lips. "Give me a minute to catch my breath," I murmured. "You've exhausted me."

He chuckled. "Take all the time you need, Rainbow. Don't forget, we have forever."

Thank goodness for that.