“Merry Christmas, my love.”
Anticipation fills me as I watch him slowly open his gift, gazing adoringly at the dexterous digits that were inside me not so long ago and wondering if they still taste of us.
His presence was the greatest present I could’ve received tonight; the stars aligned, allowing us these magical, stolen hours alone together in our usual hotel room.
“Nice,” he laughs, lifting out the black leather cuffs. “Although I’m not sure they’re my colour.”
“They’re not your gift.”
“Oh? So what is?”
I hold out my hands. “My complete submission.”
