Hidden Flame 111

**Avery**
I was still a bit flushed from all of the kissing we had done and his offer to watch Santa Sir. I bit my lip as Conner reached
for the remote, dimming the lights until the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow. The projector flickered to life, casting
a familiar scene onto the wall – a cozy fireplace in a snow-covered cabin. Conner turned to me, a playful smirk on his lips.
“Santa’s been a naughty boy this year, Avery. I think it’s time for his elf to teach him a lesson.”
My heart pounded in my chest, my dragon stirred at the game we were about to play. I stood, my naked body
silhouetted against the projected light, and sauntered towards Conner. “Well, Santa,” I purred, “it seems you’ve been very,
very bad. But don’t worry, I have just the present for you.” I reached for a silk scarf hanging from a nearby hook, my eyes
never leaving Conner’s. “Now, close your eyes, Santa. It’s time for your elf to take control.”
Regina’s heat and mine was now a raging inferno, my body aching with desire as I continued my torturous exploration of
Conner. I could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and it fueled my own
hunger. I nipped at his earlobe, a low growl rumbling in my chest, “You’re learning, Santa. But you’re not there yet.” I sat
up, my hands trailing down his arms, feeling the muscles tense and relax under my touch. I guided his hands to my hips,
letting him feel the curve of my body. “Touch me, Conner. Let yourself go, just for tonight.”
Conner’s hands hesitated for a moment before he tentatively began to explore my body, his touch gentle yet firm. I could
feel the shift in him, the control he was trying to maintain slipping away. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss,
my tongue dancing with his, my hands tangling in his hair. I could taste his desire, his need, and it made my own body
throb with anticipation. I pulled back, my breath ragged, “That’s it, Conner. Let go. Let’s find our release together.” I
reached between us, my fingers finding his hardness, stroking him slowly, building a rhythm that matched our kisses.
Conner’s body tensed, his breath hitched, and I knew he was close. I whispered against his lips, “Come for me, Conner.
Let’s find our release together.” And with a final stroke, we both tumbled over the edge, our bodies shaking with the
force of our shared climax.
But we were far from done. He pushed his cock inside of me as his hands, now confident and strong, gripped my hips,
guiding my movements as we danced together in a rhythm that was both familiar and new. My breath hitched as
Conner’s thumb found that sweet spot, circling it with a pressure that was just right. I could feel my orgasm building, my
body tensing, my dragon roaring in my ears. “Conner,’” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, “I’m close.’”
Conner’s response was a low growl, his eyes locked onto mine, “Come for me, Avery. Let me see you shatter.” And with
those words, my body convulsed, my release washing over me in waves, my vision blurring with the intensity of it all.
Conner, his control slipping, followed me over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his own release, our bodies still
moving in perfect sync, our hearts beating as one.
As our bodies began to cool, Conner and I lay entwined, our limbs tangled, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I
traced patterns on Conner’s chest, my fingers lingering on the scars I knew were hidden beneath. I looked up at him, my
eyes soft, “You know, for someone who likes to be in control, you’re not half bad at letting go.”
He chuckled, his arms tightening around me, “And for someone who likes to be in charge, you’re not so bad at following
orders.”
I laughed, my head resting on Conner’s chest, my dragon purring with contentment. “I guess we make a pretty good
team, Santa.”
Conner smiled, his eyes closing, “Merry Christmas, elf. I think this is a present we’ll both remember.”
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We slept for a few hours before Conner stirred, his body pressing against mine, his breath hot on my neck. “Avery,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “I can’t get enough of you.’’
I felt a shiver run down my spine, Regina responding to his touch. I rolled over, facing him, my eyes meeting his in the
soft glow of the projector that we forgot to turn off. “Conner,” I whispered, “I thought you were tired.”
Conner chuckled, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, “I was. But now, I have other… appetites.” He reached over, his
fingers brushing against a leather flogger hanging from a nearby hook. He held it up, a wicked grin spreading across his
face, “I think it’s time for Santa to give his elf a little present.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Regina got excited at the sight of the flogger. I bit my lip, my eyes never leaving Conner’s,
“Well, Santa, it seems you have a naughty present for me. But remember, I’m the one in charge tonight.”
Conner’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way, Avery. After all, it’s always more fun when you’re in control.” Conner lays back, his arms stretched out above him, the leather cuffs securing him to
the bedposts. I stood over him, the flogger in my hand, my eyes roaming over his body. I could see the anticipation in his
eyes, the tension in his muscles, and it made my body ache with desire.
I trailed the flogger down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. I leaned in, my voice a low purr, “You
know, Conner, I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s time for Santa to learn a new lesson. Maybe it’s time for you to learn to let
go, completely.” I brought the flogger down, the leather tails caressing his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their
wake. Conner’s breath hitched, his body arching slightly, but he made no move to stop me. I smiled, my heart pounding
in my chest, “That’s it, Conner. Let go. Let me take care of you.’” I brought the flogger down again, and again, each stroke
a dance of trust and desire, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge. And as Conner’s body tensed, his breath
coming in ragged gasps, I knew we were both ready for the final, explosive release.
Conner, his eyes wild with desire and trust, growled, “Avery, I can’t hold back any longer. I need you, now.”
My body aching with anticipation, I dropped the flogger and straddled him, my hands gripping his shoulders. I could feel
his hardness pressing against me, and I moaned, my head falling back. “Then take me, Conner. Show me what you’ve
been holding back.”
Conner, with a primal roar, threw me onto the bed, thrust into me, filling completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his
shoulders, my body adjusting to his size. Conner began to move, his hips thrusting up, his hands gripping my hips,
guiding my movements. I matched his rhythm, our bodies slapping together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The
room filled with the sound of our lovemaking, the smell of sex and sweat, the taste of their desire. I could feel my orgasm
building, my body tensing, Regina roaring in my ears. “Conner, I’m close,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.
Conner, his eyes locked onto mine, growled, “Come for me, Avery. Let me feel you shatter around me. Soak me in your
sweet juices.”’ And with those words, my body convulsed, my release washing over me in waves, my vision blurring with
the intensity of it all. Conner, with a final thrust, followed me over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his own
release, our bodies still moving in perfect sync, our hearts beating as one. We collapsed, our bodies entwined, our
breaths slowly returning to normal, the projector casting a soft glow on our sweat-slicked skin, the room filled with the
sweet scent of our love. “I say sleep now and shower in the morning,” he suggests.
I giggle, “Good because you would have to hold me up if you wanted a shower right now.” We both laughed and kissed
until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.