Holiday F*** - PART 1 - Written (Patreon)

You hum in appreciation, watching the snow fall outside of your bedroom window. It's around 9pm, the day has turned to night, and the stars shine in all of their glory. Christmas is such a marmite holiday. You either hate it due to loneliness and envy, or love it because you love love.

You twirl your hair in your fingers, biting your lower lip as you take a seat on your bed. You've been thinking about her non-stop; the way you've been texting each other - the way she drives you crazy with just her voice as she teases you on phone calls. You've been speaking to her for a few months now; this mystery woman who came into your life and demanded your affections, your attention - your everything... and oh was you so willing to give it.

Your phone buzzes next to you, a text from her. It always is.

"You up, sweetheart?" she quizzes, and you smile like a school girl,  laying on your bed. The moonlight shines into your bedroom, the only light flickering from the candles spread out across your room.

"mmm. What's it to you?" you respond, and let out a little giggle - knowing you'll be punished for that sort of attitude.

"Oh, are you in that sort of mood tonight? Bad girls don't get nice things." She quickly fires back, and you pout, but the exictement of her sends electricity round your body.

You look outside the window again, thinking of what witty response to say back - but before you can even type one out your phone buzzes again.

"What's wrong, kitten? Can't think of what to say?" You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Maybe you're just not worth a response." You hit send, before kicking your feet and squealing into your pillow. She's read it - and you can see she's typing back; but then she stops. One minute, two minutes... 5 minutes passed - and she hasn't responded. Left on read, you groan and toss your phone to the other side of the bed.

You both live near each other, only a short 25 minute drive - but you've been too nervous to meet her. Worried that she'll not like what she sees in real life, worried that somehow you'll fuck things up. She's been really understanding; respecting all boundaries you set besides the sexual ones - of course. You decide to fight back; and take a few sexy photos of yourself wearing lingerie in front of your bedroom mirror - the lights of christmas decorations glowing against your skin. You hit send, laughing to yourself in accomplishment.

"Ignore this." You say to yourself, scoffing with a smile. She reads it instantly, and you feel yourself blush.

"Wow, you're stunning." She responds, but she's still typing more.

"Just because you've treated me to some photos, doesn't mean you're escaping your punishment. You made the wrong move by underestimating me, sweetheart. You know how I get when you run that slutty little mouth of yours."  You read the text, your heart beginning to race. You've got such a degradation kink that you feel yourself throb at her words... but at the same time, you have this overpowering need to please her; to satisfy her. 

"I'm sorry." You text back with a soft sigh, and she sends a voicenote in response.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, kitten." At the end of the voicenote, you hear a knock - and it startles you as you turn to your window; realising the knock came from there, and she's stood on your balcony, soaking wet from the rain - glistening in the moonlight as she looks at you with hungry, ravenous eyes.