Warning, Nick does things with a candy cane and ribbon. Seriously very smutty
"Hi, honey. You're home early." Adalind greeted Nick as he walked into the living room where she was wrapping presents.
"It's a really easy case when the criminal is not only caught on camera, but comes back to the place he just robbed, because he realized he dropped the bottle of pain medicine, he stole from someone else, a few hour earlier. The paperwork took longer than the actual case." Nick chuckled. "I wish they were all that easy. So I can come home to you and the kids."
"Well, it's just me here, right now. Mrs. Worstner, Bud's wife, took the kids to some kind of art and crafts event the lodge is throwing. Allowing me to get a few things done without worrying about the kids."
"So, we're alone right now?" Nick's asked, suggestively.
Feeling a shiver of desire go through her, Adalind glanced at the clock. "For at least another hour, maybe two."
Instantly, Nick was on her, pulling her into a passionate embrace, and claiming her lips with his own.
It was broad daylight. The sun was streaming in through the window, and Adalind found herself completely naked, surrounded by ribbons, bows and colorfully printed paper.
This was a scene she would have never imagined herself in. Especially not with a grimm. As Nick's lips trailed down her body, she spared a brief thought that she was experiencing new things all the time, thanks to being in a relationship with this wonderful man.
Nick picked up a spool of red ribbon. His and Adalind's eyes met, confirming consent.
She gives it, knowing and wanting what he has in mind.
He quickly removes all of her clothes. He leaves his on and she does not try to undress him. In this situation, he is in full control.
If she wants it back at any moment, all she has to say is "children", and he will know to stop whatever he's doing.
Nick takes the ribbon and binds Adalind's left wrist to her left ankle, then he binds the right wrist to the right ankle. A third strand ties is loosely around her neck, all three like a bow. He doesn't want to choke her. That would be pushing things past a limit neither of them want to go. His goal is to dress her like a beautiful Christmas package. One for his eyes alone.
Nick picks up three stick on bows, and uses one to cover each nipple and one over her mound.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, like this? You are my favorite Christmas present." Nick's voice was filled with awe as he gazed over Adalind.
"Are you going to unwrap me?" Adalind asked breathily.
"Slowly. I want to take my time playing with my new toy."
The bow between her legs may be covering the top of her mound, but Nick still as easy access to moistening core.
He sticks one finger in, then two, stretching her gradually and then curving his fingers, finding that spot inside her, causing her back to arch off the floor and her to tug at her bindings.
"Adalind, look at me." He commands.
When their eyes lock, he removes his fingers from her and brings them to his mouth. "Mmm, my favorite. But, this is Christmas, so why don't I add a holiday flavor to it?"
He picks up a candy cane and unwraps it.
Adalind stares, wide eyed and in shock at the confection disappears, and she soon feels it rimming her wet hole.
When she's moaning and gasping at the sensation. Nick commands her attention again and brings the candy to his mouth, sucking loudly and obscenely on the treat.
Adalind bites her lip and looks at him pleadingly. He clit was throbbing, begging for some attention, and he was driving her mad with need from the dirty things he was doing.
He removed the bow from her mound. "So beautiful." He said. :And to think it's all for me." His head dove in. His tongue lapped at her petals, and thrust into her entrance, swirly against her walls and drinking her in. Nick feasted on Adalind as loudly as he had feasted on that candy cane. His mouth sealed over her whole and sucked hard, until her body was shaking uncontrollably, then it was on her pulsing bud, sucking just as hard, causing her back to arch and for her to scream out her pleasure.
Nick sat up, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
Or, more accurately, the grimm that ate out the hexenbiest.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shucked off his clothes.
Adalind looked hungrily at his bouncing member. "Don't I get a treat?"
"Later." Nick promised. "Tonight, when the kids are in bed."
Adalind's body shivered at the promise of getting to do to Nick, all of the things he had done to her, later on that night.
"Though this was good to", she thought, "this was perfect", as Nick slid himself easily inside her.
He had prepared her so well for his invasion, that he could thrust into her as hard and as fast as he wanted, and she would feel nothing but pleasure.
They looked into one another eyes as he pumped into her. Their breathing became more and more labored. More and more shallow.
Nick removed the sticky bows from her breasts and latched onto one nipple, sucking, nipping and pulling with his teeth, until he knew it was becoming too sensitive for her, than doing the same to the other.
Adalind's body was writhing uncontrollably. Her moans and sighs were sometimes caught in her throat.
All of the things Nick was doing to her felt so good, it was impossible to express her pleasure enough.
Knowing they were both on that edge, Nick claimed Adalind's lips with his own, snapped his hips roughly, one more time, and they tumbled into sweet oblivion together.
Once he had come back to himself, Nick untied Adalind and got the aloe they kept in the kitchen, to sooth the slight fabric burns on her wrists and ankles.
They weren't bad, to his relief. And Adalind assured him that she didn't even feel them. That there was another ache that was taking up all of her attention.
They got themselves cleaned up and threw away the things Nick had used.
By the time Mrs. Worstner had texted Adalind's phone, letting her know they were on their way, Nick and Adalind felt that there was no sign of what had transpired between the two of them.
However, some how, some way, the eisbiber still knew. If the look she gave the couple when she entered the house was any indication.
Though she said nothing, simply gave the couple a pointed look and walked away, mumbling something about the overactive libido's of grimms and hexenbiests.