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Waiting was, with utmost certainty, the worst form of torture ever invented. And waiting for the time when Christmas gifts are to be opened might just be the worst one of them all.
Despite the soft ribbon acting as a blindfold, Helen couldn't help but roll her eyes at herself. She'd been a grown woman for well over a century, the urge to tear into the decorative bows wrapped around the gift under the tree should not be as strong as it currently was. Certainly not when it still was Christmas Eve.
In her defence though, being the gift under the tree was a somewhat novel experience.
And surely half an hour must’ve passed by now since she’d been put there?
After yesterday evening she did feel her impatience was quite justified. Waiting for the clock to strike midnight was much more frustrating when kneeling with a sore behind, especially when she, for once, had done nothing to earn herself such a bruised fate. Nothing, except for giving her partners permission to use her however they desired, whenever they desired.
Even now, that reminder was enough for heat to pulse through her. Drawing air deep into her lungs, she shifted her weight slightly to the si-ouch!
A surprised gasp burst from her lips as she jerked back, pain rushing up her arm. The soft bands holding her in place protested against the sudden move, and for a long, terrifying moment she feared that she'd managed to undo one of the bows keeping it all intact.
Heart pounding in her ears she waited, and when nothing but chuckles followed her little stunt her breath tumbled out in relief.
How Will had managed to not only sneak the little pine tree into her bedroom, but also have time to decorate it during the afternoon she didn't know. The scent of fresh pine had been quite a lovely surprise though, so she could overlook him doing it when he was supposed to be working. Well. Until now, at least. Because kneeling more or less naked right next to the sharp, dark green needles without poking herself was so ridiculously difficult that she'd never again complain about the pains of putting Christmas lights in a tree. At least then she'd be able to see where the little stingers were.
Sitting completely still would, of course, make her life much easier. But with how expertly her partners' wandering hands had kept a flame of arousal burning within her all afternoon it was so very, very difficult to do so. Every time one of them had dipped into her office in between her many meetings — because Christmas Eve at the Sanctuary would not be Christmas Eve without at least one international crisis — the memory of last night's desperation flashed before her eyes. And being ordered to remove various pieces of clothing so they could wrap yet another dark red ribbon around her body…
Yes. Ever since they'd dropped enough hints for her to figure out how the evening would end, she’d been very cooperative. Now, if only time could move faster than at a snail’s pace!
Said ribbons were still elaborately wrapped around her, so very soft against her flushed skin. And where at first she'd sighed at their reminders not to undo their 'Beautiful Bows' — because frankly, her husband switching her bra for broad silk bands well before dinner had made that thought very tempting — right now the risk of them loosening was far too daunting. Having played nice all day despite the stress and building headache that had made keeping a friendly tone with the other Heads a challenge, she was more than eager to receive the reward they’d promised if she behaved. Because she couldn't lose this one. She could not.
They must've planned to have this prompt today. To make it stretch over into Christmas Day. The rules of the day had remained simple, without any surprises, quickly adjusted to not make her life too complicated once it became apparent that her schedule would be more than packed for the rest of the day. Will had even been nice and waited with exchanging her underwear for more ribbons until she'd finished working for the night.
The only thing putting a damper on her excitement was the chocolate she'd enjoyed after giving them their handjobs over lunch. But maybe… Just maybe, for once, luck could be with her enough to receive an extra orgasm. They were quite insistent on waiting until Christmas Day after all.
She knew both her men very well. This was not something on their own lists of things they found overly interesting. No. This was an early gift exclusively for her. There was no other explanation for it. Neither of them had any qualms when it came to using her mouth or hands to bring themselves pleasure with the other one present. Nor were they particularly bothered on the occasions where one walked in on the other fucking her. But beyond that, the lines were clearly drawn. Making her submit was something they happily teamed up on. Sexual relations, on the other hand, they had no intentions of blending. And on a regular basis, neither did she feel any urge to change that. But still.
Her husband had on a few occasions over the decades indulged in her desire for him to fully share her with someone else for a night, as difficult as she found putting words to that particular wish. And the thought of the two most important men in her life combining forces against her in this way…
Surely it would be midnight any second now?
Shifting once more, the pain of the tree poking her skin barely registering, she couldn’t help the way her mind raced with the possibilities of what they would do. Had they wrapped her up for each other? Did the wine-coloured bow Nikola had fastened around her neck at lunch, the attention he'd since focused on covering her torso in enough ribbons that she'd had to change to a looser blouse mean that Will would be in front of her? Would he unwrap her little by little before using her mouth? Did it that her husband would be the one to simultaneously remove the bands between her legs, opening her up enough to-
She bit her lip against the bright thrill rushing from her head all the way down to her toes. It was Christmas. Maybe she would get an additional orgasm. But even without one… The thought of being trapped between their firm bodies, to have them take her together, filling her, using her at the same time…
Gosh could the clock chime already?!