24I wrote this smutty one-shot last night after commenting on a thread in the JE FF group on FB. Someone said they had been good and they were asking Santa for Ranger for Christmas. My reply was I hoped Santa would send me Ranger as punishment for being a bad girl this year... So enjoy this smutty fluffy story from my depraved mind.
Steph POV:
I sat in the middle of my living room floor, surrounded by Christmas presents, wrapped and unwrapped. Paper rolled across the floor discarded. I bit my lip as I stretched across the floor past the pile of presents still to wrap to grab the tape I needed.
There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I yelled. There was no way I was going to get up after fighting to get this Elsa toy wrapped for the last ten minutes.
"Babe," Ranger called.
"Let yourself in," I called back, half surprised he was here. I hadn't seen Ranger in a few weeks. He had been traveling from office to office, doing year end evaluations of the offices along with quarterly reports.
I heard the locks click and the door swing open. I strained my ears to hear his footsteps inside the door. It was closed lightly, and while I couldn't hear him walk into the living room, I could feel him there.
I managed to get the end taped and I looked up. When I did, my jaw dropped. He looked gorgeous in a painted on red silk button up, black slacks, and Italian loafers. His short hair was longer on top now, long enough to slick back, those familiar diamond studs in his ears. I hadn't seen him wear those in almost a year, and I think they made him more attractive than normal.
"Ranger," I said softly. "What're you doing here?"
He shot me his famous wolf grin. "I was told you made the naughty list."
I felt my mouth go dry, making it hard to swallow. "Uhhh, what?"
"I'm here to give you your punishment for being a bad girl this past year."
"Holy shit," I muttered under my breath, my heart fluttering.
He grinned, pulling me up off the floor and pressing my body flush against his. My hands landed flat against his chest, spreading over the smooth silky fabric contrasted by the hard muscles underneath. His heart was beating quickly but not erratically like mine.
"So, are you one of Santa's elves now?" I breathed out, slightly flustered by the situation.
He chuckled, deep and full of mirth. "Sure, Babe." He smiled, brushing his lips across mine.
"Well, what exactly is my punishment?" I purred coyly. This was the first time I had gotten to flirt with Ranger without the guilt of being with Joe. It felt good.
"I have some ideas but depending on how you act tonight it could be better or worse," he growled softly, nipping at my bottom lip. He kissed me chastely, once, twice, three times before pulling away.
"Then, I think I might just be bad tonight." I smirked before pulling him down to kiss him.
He opened his mouth to mine, my tongue tangling with his. He growled, one hand cupping my ass and holding me against him. The other moved up my back to tangle in my hair. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair and I moaned softly at the pull against my scalp.
"Fuck," he growled, pulling away. "You're just wanting to get your ass paddled tonight."
"That's a promise?" I purred, rubbing against him.
He groaned, wrapping his hands under my legs and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
He claimed my lips again in a hard kiss, carrying me to the bedroom. I wasn't nearly as dressed up as Ranger; I was wearing a pair of fluffy pajama pants, and an old t-shirt. I felt Ranger kick off his shoes at the bedroom door. He set me on the floor, and sat in the chair in the corner, running his eyes over me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I felt myself blushing.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
I shivered at the tone, slipping the pants down my legs. His eyes followed my every movement. I flung my shirt over my head and reached behind me to let my bra drop. It fell off my arms and I went to pull off my panties.
"Those are for me to take off," he stated, putting a stop to my actions. I bit my lip and waited for him.
"Come here," he said, crooking his finger. I moved between his spread legs. He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him, my legs automatically going to either side of him. I felt his eyes roam over me, taking me in.
"God you're fucking gorgeous." He growled and his hands cupped my breasts, nipples already pebbled from the cold air. His warm thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, and I leaned into his touch with a soft gasp.
His lips brushed over my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin lightly. I moaned softly. He kissed down the canyon between my breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth. I gasped, as he suckled lightly. My fingers tangled in his hair as I arched into his mouth. He nipped at the skin before soothing the sting with his tongue. He repeated his actions on the other side before pulling me down for a kiss.
"Why don't you help me get this shirt off?" he asked. I nodded, my hands moving to the buttons. His hands grabbed my hips, slowly grinding me down against him. I gasped as he brought me down against him, rubbing my clit through both layers of clothes.
I found it hard to focus on taking his shirt off. I unbuttoned half of the buttons, before I tugged the shirt tails out of his slacks. I finished unbuttoning it and pushed it off his shoulders. He leaned forward and let it fall behind him. My hands moved to the button of his slacks.
His hands gripped my wrist, leading them away. "That's not what I told you to do," he growled softly.
I let him guide my hands to his shoulders. His hands left mine after he was sure my hands would stay. He palmed my ass, squeezing before smacking them lightly. I gasped and then moaned, and he grinned. "Like that, Babe?"
"Yes." I whimpered.
His hands caressed my ass to ease the sting. "What do you want?" he asked softly.
"You." I whimpered again.
He grinned, standing with my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to the bed, sat on his knees on the edge of the bed, and laid me down before following. His lips found mine again, hard and claiming. The kiss left me panting.
He sat back on his knees between my legs, admiring my body. I felt myself blushing and I tried to cover myself. For that I received a light slap to the inside of my thigh, making me gasp and forget my intentions.
"Don't ever hide yourself from me," he chastised me. His hands roamed over my legs, up and down before moving over my sides. He bent at the waist, kissing from the inside of my ankle and up my leg. His lips found the back of my knee, and I moaned softly. He continued on, nipping the inside of my thigh. He worked his way backwards over the other leg before his fingers hooked into my panties. He pulled them down my legs and tossed them over his shoulder.
His hands cupped my ass as his tongue found my clit. I arched, moaning, to get closer to his mouth. One hand pressed down against my stomach, to hold me down. The other grabbed my hip.
"Your already so fucking wet." He growled. "Didn't take much, did it?"
"No," I whimpered.
I felt him slip a finger inside me, and I clenched around it. Soon he added a second. "You're tighter than I remember Babe."
"Ranger, stop teasing me!" I cried out as he brought me to the edge and moved away, not letting me go over. "You bastard!"
This time I received a harder smack to my ass. "I don't appreciate being called names, Babe," He growled before his lips tipped up in a smirk. "Unless you want to call me Sir or Master."
"Ranger, I swear."
"You're an impatient little thing." He growled, moving up my body. I cried out softly as he pulled his fingers from between my legs. He brought them up to my lips and I licked them clean. He smiled and kissed me, moaning softly.
"Enough punishment, Babe?"
I nodded and he grinned. "Stay put," he ordered, kissing me again. He slipped off the bed, standing at the foot. He slipped his belt out of the loops, resting it on the bed. I watched as he slipped his slacks off; they hit the ground around his ankles and my eyes roamed over him focusing on one part of his anatomy. He looked bigger than I remembered.
He grinned. "Remember how I told you I didn't need handcuffs to enslave a woman?"
I nodded, not knowing where he was heading with this. "I might not need them, but that doesn't mean I don't like using them." His grin now wicked.
I gulped and he leaned down to kiss the inside of my ankle, relaxing me slightly. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Babe."
"I know," I said softly.
"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. It's always up to you," he reassured me.
"I know." I sighed softly. "Come here."
He smiled, crawling back over me. His lips found mine in a soft but deep kiss. "There's cuffs in the drawer."
He raised his eyebrow and grinned. "Yeah?"
"Ranger." I groaned. He chuckled, opening the drawer and finding them. He threaded them through the headboard, before setting my wrists into the cuffs. He pulled the key out and set it on the table showing it to me.
He kissed me again, cupping my cheeks. This time he was tender. When he pulled back, he grinned. "This is gonna be good, Babe."
"So fucking corny." I rolled my eyes.
He growled, nipping my earlobe. Then I felt him thrust into me. I gasped, arching up into him, my back completely off the bed. He grinned against my neck.
"So tight." His voice low and gravelly.
Slowly he thrust in and out of me, his hands roamed my body along with his lips. I felt him everywhere. Inside me and along my skin, he made sure to touch me everywhere, anywhere to make me cry out a little louder.
My first orgasm bowled over me, leaving me shaking and whimpering. His touch was light across my burning body. His thrust slowed, easing me down. "Ready for another?"
"Yes." I arched against the cuffs rattling them. He grinned claiming my lips again.
"Ranger!" I cried out, as his hips sped up. He gripped my hips, angling them to get deeper, to find my g-spot.
"Ranger!" I yelled.
"Carlos. I want to hear you say it."
"Carlos, Carlos, Carlos! Oh," I moaned weakly as he brought me to another trembling orgasm. My body was weak and limp, he leaned down to kiss me hard.
"Give me one more Babe."
"I don't know if I can."
"I think you can," he said, his thumb finding my clit, sending a shock wave through my body. I rocked my hips against his, trying to make him thrust harder and faster.
He chuckled softly. "I thought you couldn't take another."
"Harder!" I grunted. Not the most lady like or sexual sound I had to offer but I was already on edge.
The other two had been amazing, but this time, he came with me. Thrusting into me and rutting against me, my body clenched around him. His thrust slowed to shallow weak thrusts until he stopped, panting above me. His hand fumbled for the key on the table, shaking.
He uncuffed me and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled the blankets over us and rubbed my wrist softly. "You okay?"
"Better than okay," I purred softly against his neck.
"Babe." He chuckled.
I felt myself falling asleep against him, his arms wrapped around me, our legs tangled, my face in his neck.
I woke up in bed alone. Before I was aware of the fact, I had stretched across the other side of the bed, trying to find my personal pillow and warmer. I clenched my eyes against the pain I felt in my chest.
I rolled out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. There was a familiar soreness between my legs. I started the shower and stepped in, letting out a deep sigh. The hot water pelted against my skin, rinsing away the night before. I didn't regret it, I never regretted a night with Ranger, but I wished he would have at least been here this morning.
I jumped when the shower curtain opened. Ranger stepped into the shower and under the spray with me. "Surprised you didn't come find me." He chuckled softly. "I would have gotten back in bed with you."
I frowned and he watched me closely. "You thought I left," he said softly, coming to the realization.
"You left last time," I said softly.
"And you didn't think it would be different this time," he finished for me. I nodded.
He tipped my chin up and wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me close. "I should have told you last night. I was told you also made someone else's nice list." His other hand was caressing my side softly.
"Yeah?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah." He smiled.
"And what do I get for being on the nice list?" I asked.
He grinned. "Me, if you'll have me."
I found myself looking up into his chocolate-colored eyes. I sighed softly and brought his lips down to mine. "That was my only Christmas wish."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." I grinned.
"Well, I can't disappoint you if I'm the only thing you felt belonged on your Christmas list." He laughed before kissing me.
He pulled back and studied my face. "I love you, Babe."
I felt my chest tighten. This time full of love. "I love you, too, Carlos," I said, my voice tight. He smiled softly and kissed me again.