“Should we really still have a Christmas tree?” Connor said. “It’s after Epiphany.”
The stocky blond man put one hand under his chin and studied the scene before him. Matthew had already started setting up their “tree” for the evening, on his knees in front of Lucy.
“Nah, not yet,” Matthew said. “Let her keep going. She looks happy.”
Lucy met Connor’s eyes, emotions warring within her. She’d come home from work and started the scene the same way she had every night since mid-November: stripping off her clothes, standing in her spot in the corner of the living room, pressing her feet into the thick green carpet there, and lifting her arms so that Connor and Matthew could start putting on ornaments.
Their deal had been that she would do this every night until her two lovers tired of it and called a halt or she needed to use her safe word. Back in November when they’d first discussed it, they’d thought it was a funny, sexy idea that would be good for a few nights’ entertainment, but they’d all been surprised at how much they liked it, and now Lucy was two months into the most extreme game they’d ever played together and counting.
On the plus side, she got soaking wet every evening she played Christmas tree. On the minus side, part of the deal had been that Christmas trees don’t get fucked. She’d considered using the safe word out of sheer desperation to get some cock in her–Lucy wasn’t used to going two days without it, let alone two months.
As the holidays had progressed, her two lovers had found ever more extreme ways to decorate her. Nipple clamps were always a given, and blond Connor made sure to exquisitely tug the silver chain between them whenever he hung a row of white doves from it. Matthew liked to poke her with the Christmas lights while he wound them around her to see if he could make her move or yelp. When Lucy held still, he would tickle her with tinsel as he tied it around her wrists and draped it across her fingers. The two men would sit in the living room and admire the view for a bit while Lucy strained to maintain her position and hold still. After a little while, they would return to her, tweaking her nipples and feeling between her legs as they tied red and green rope into harnesses that lifted her breasts and helped support her limbs.
They’d make careful adjustments through the course of the evening, letting her nipples rest or moving her to keep her legs from going to sleep, but mostly Lucy had to remain still and silent for as long as the game went on.
Matthew came home triumphantly one night with a shiny clit clamp, and Lucy shivered in place while he clipped it onto her. Her dark-haired lover grinned wickedly and made a point of commenting on the wetness he found on her inner thighs as he hung a red ball ornament from the clamp.
Lucy loved the nightly attention, but the best part of every evening was smoldering helplessly with the voyeuristic thrill of seeing Matthew trail an occasional finger along the line of stubble on Connor’s jaw as the two men pretended to ignore her.
Christmas Eve had been the most arousing and frustrating night of all. Connor and Matthew invited a few other kinky friends over for a party, and everyone had stood in the living room drinking cocktails and admiring the tree, both verbally and by making adjustments of their own. Lucy had been wet down to her knees that night, driving Matthew to smilingly discuss how nothing could beat the pungent aroma of a good Christmas tree.
Then the guests had left, and Matthew had kissed Connor full on the mouth in front of Lucy, hands already slipping into Connor’s jeans. She wanted to groan aloud at the sight of the hard, beautiful cock he pulled out. Usually, both men’s cocks were hers to stroke or suck or ride to her heart’s content. Tonight, she could only watch as Matthew knelt and smoothly sucked Connor’s cock all the way to the back of his throat, the ecstasy on both faces clear even though the only light in the room was the dim color from the strands wrapping her body.
She’d almost forgotten the game and run toward them, except that her pride wouldn’t allow her to break out of her role.
“It’s so romantic to fuck in front of the Christmas tree,” Connor had said, winking cruelly at Lucy.
Lucy had endured it all, despite her constant urge to plunge both hands between her legs and masturbate herself to a state of oblivion. But she had expected the game would end on Boxing Day.
Careful not to move her head, she let her eyes drift down to where Matthew rummaged through their box of Christmas toys. How long could she stand not fucking him, no matter how wet the game made her?
Connor seemed to read her thoughts. He stepped forward and put a hand on Lucy’s thigh. He trailed it up to her cunt, grinning at the evident effort Lucy made to bite back a moan. “I don’t know, Matthew. We wouldn’t want our poor Christmas tree to wither here in the living room. She might have other needs at this point.” He punctuated the last sentence with a torturous rub of Lucy’s clit.
Matthew smiled up at them both. He licked up Lucy’s thigh and buried his nose in her cunt. Lucy wanted to cry, she needed one of them inside her so badly. “She still smells fresh,” Matthew said.
“Her sap is still running,” Connor said in a wry voice.
“I can’t think of anything more exciting than being a Christmas tree,” Matthew said, letting the crotch of his pants rest against her leg so she could feel the hard cock he had waiting for her. “Another week, maybe?”
He gazed up at her, daring her with his eyes to break character. The air in the living room crackled with the palpable force of Lucy’s desire. Connor’s hand twisted again around her clit, and Lucy came, still struggling to remain still and silent. The orgasm only made her want them both more.
Matthew kissed her hip and laid his face against her lower belly, his caressing fingers on her back telling her that he understood. Still, it was obvious he wanted to play the game longer, and the idea of more evenings bound and decorated made Lucy’s cunt pulse despite herself.
“A little longer, maybe,” Connor said, watching Lucy’s eyes. He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “A safe word any time you want. You understand that?”
Lucy gave him the smallest nod. She looked down at the blissful expression on Matthew’s face, thought of his delicious, teasing touch when he decorated her. She thought of how good it would be when she finally got to feel them both again–it would be like the first time, only better since they all knew each other so well now.
Lucy remained silent, and a beatific smile spread over Matthew’s face. “Some people don’t take their Christmas trees down for months, and she still looks so pretty.”
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Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured on Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush, Passion, and Lesbian Cops anthologies. Her work recently appeared in Circlet’s Whispers in Darkness: Lovecraftian Erotica, and her erotic retelling of The Six Swans is forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat. You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.