Wrapped Up For Christmas Novels & Stories

I want daddy to know that I belong to him completely, willing to do whatever he wants of me. I head to the living room, lighting the fireplace, readying the room and myself for my gift-wrapping. The fire crackles and pops, warmth flooding the room and making me feel safe and wholesome against the frigid outside. The Christmas spirit seems to flow through me, the joy of the holidays and the comfort of the good life. Little does that spirit know, this room isn't going to be wholesome for long. I strip naked and start with my chest, wrapping the ribbon around a few times, compressing my large bosoms, covering my nipples but leaving ample underboob. My tits are begging to be freed, and daddy's g

"But you've already given me a lot! That just ..." "One more can't hurt," he insists, and before he can say anything else, he gets up from the couch, leaves the room, and comes back a few minutes later to drop a large, well-wrapped box on my lap. "Thank you," I say in grateful resignation. "No problem. Now go ahead and open it" After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and looking inside the box, I shoot him a look of complete and utter surprise. He just smiles back at me. "Merry Christmas, Jane ..."

He started at the top, at the hook of the light, fastening the strand so that it wouldn’t blow off by working it into a knot, and then winding it around the pole. “That looks good,” Noelle assured him. “Maybe a little looser through there.” Brady adjusted his wrapping accordingly. “Perfect!” Noelle said. Once she could reach it, she took the strand and wrapped the rest, securing it to the bottom of the pole. “Let’s do the garland next.” Brady worked the garland around the lights, and they secured it with bows at the top and the bottom before hanging the ornaments and some snowflakes her mother had another volunteer bring to them. When it was done, the two of them backed up to admire their wo

I wrap my arms around myself, moving from one foot to the other. "Yes, really." He reaches out, touches me. "You're cold." "Just a bit." He casts around the nearby stores, then points. "How about a hot chocolate?" "Sounds lovely." Indoors, it's warm and merrily heading for Christmas. Decorations drape from the ceiling. A tree leans lopsidedly against the end wall and the counter is piled with mince pies, stollen bread and spiced buns. I wrap chilled fingers around a large mug of cinnamon milk. It's hot and frothy, deliciously fragrant and spicy, and so.... in-season....

I said, giving a small nod. There was no point arguing with him, not after what had just happened out there. I didn’t want to be seen alone, I didn't feel safe anywhere else without him. The next evening was the Christmas gala. Ryan had mentioned several times to me, stating its importance in securing the contract. I agreed to go with him without hesitation, besides the gala had always been part of the plan. Only now, it felt a bit different. I came out of the shower and found a dress hanging in front of the closet. It was a beautiful deep green gown, it was elegant and soft. It shimmered under the light.

We stepped inside. The reception area was fully decorated for Christmas. My aunt Rosa took holiday season more seriously than any human should. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center, covered in warm lights, red bows, and wooden ornaments handmade at the ranch. Real pine garlands hung from the windows. The smell of cinnamon, pine, and fresh cookies filled the air. “MARCO!” Her voice rang behind the counter. She stepped out wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. “I thought you’d be back only after taking care of the horses!”

The room glowed with the warm and inviting light, casting a glow that seemed to capture the essence of the holiday. They held hands in a circle, each person sharing what they were grateful for and offering prayers and wishes of love and peace. The burning candles and soft music created an atmosphere of calmness and togetherness. It was a moment of reflection, a pause in time, where the true meaning of Christmas embraced their hearts.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."