The Mesmer, too, let out a laugh as she tried to move her hands up. He curled his arms around so that he could reach her bound wrists and gently undid the satin ribbon from them as he murmured, “I suppose we can untie those for now.” Another loving kiss to her skin, and then he sighed warmly before repeating his words from before, “Merry Christmas.”
Summer put her arms around his neck, discarding the ribbon onto the floor. She curled her fingers through the ends of his hair, smiling, and said, softly, “I love you. Darling madman.” His mouth and breath against her skin made her shiver again, and she added, through it, “Did I do good, Master?”
Vex nuzzled her contently as he murmured his reply, “I love you too, Precious.” He paused as he felt her shiver, and couldn’t help the smirk that took over his features. “You always do good, Baby,” he told her as he kissed her shoulder again, nipping the skin playfully.
She swallowed most of a moan, born from the combination of his smirk and his nipping of her shoulder. She rolled her head back, displaying her bare neck, and said, thickly, “Command me, Master. Please.” Goosebumps crawled up her skin in the wake of his mouth.