You are the christmas present (Patreon exclusive story)

The air was crisp and biting as Alina trudged through the bustling city streets, her scarf pulled tightly around her neck. Christmas lights twinkled above her, casting a warm glow on the icy sidewalks. But the festive cheer wasn’t enough to lift her spirits. She’d been searching for hours for the perfect gift for Anastasia, her girlfriend of two years. Nothing felt right—too impersonal, too predictable, too bland. She wanted something special, something unforgettable.

As she wandered down a quieter side street, her eyes caught on a peculiar shopfront she hadn’t noticed before. The sign above the door read, “The Hypnosis Christmas Shop” in looping, glittering letters. Intrigued and a little desperate, Alina decided to investigate.

The bell above the door jingled as she stepped inside. The air was warm, filled with the faint scent of cinnamon and something else she couldn’t place—something intoxicating. Shelves lined with unusual trinkets and shimmering ornaments surrounded her. At the counter stood a girl about her age, her striking green eyes framed by dark lashes and a cascade of auburn curls. She wore a mischievous smirk, as if she already knew every secret Alina had ever kept.

“Looking for something special?” the girl asked, her voice soft but commanding.

Alina nodded, sighing. “It’s for my girlfriend, Anastasia. I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find anything... perfect. She deserves something... magical.”

The girl’s smirk deepened. “Magical, you say? I think I have just the thing.” She reached beneath the counter and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a shimmering, iridescent liquid. “But first, you look exhausted. Let me get you something to drink.”

Before Alina could protest, the girl disappeared into a back room, returning moments later with a steaming cup of tea. “Here. It’s my special recipe. It’ll help you relax.”

Gratefully, Alina took the cup and sipped. The warmth spread through her body instantly, soothing her aching muscles and clearing her mind. But as she drank, she felt something else—a heavy, dreamy sensation overtaking her. Her limbs felt like they were floating, her thoughts growing hazy and distant.

The girl’s voice cut through the fog. “That’s it. Just let go.”

Alina’s eyelids fluttered. She tried to focus, but her body betrayed her, sinking into the warm haze. “W-what’s... happening?”

“Shhh,” the girl murmured, stepping closer. “You’re in good hands.”

Alina nodded absently, her lips parting as her mind surrendered completely.

Alina stood in the middle of the shop, her clothes discarded in a neat pile on the floor. Mia, the shopkeeper, circled her slowly, her eyes drinking in every inch of Alina’s exposed skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Mia whispered, her fingers grazing Alina’s cheek. “Now, let me show you what it means to give the perfect gift.”

Mia’s touch was electric, sending shivers down Alina’s spine. The shop faded away, replaced by a world of pure sensation. Every kiss, every caress was a spark, igniting something primal and consuming. Alina moved instinctively, her body obeying Mia’s every command without hesitation.

When it was over, Alina stood breathless, her skin glowing and her mind still floating in a blissful haze. Mia handed her a red ribbon and whispered in her ear, “Go home. Anastasia is waiting. You’ll know what to do.”

Back in her apartment, Alina moved as if on autopilot, her conscious mind distant but her body alive with purpose. She stripped off her clothes, tying the ribbon in a bow around her torso. She glanced at the clock—Anastasia would be home soon.

When Anastasia walked through the door, she was greeted by the sight of Alina kneeling beneath the Christmas tree, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Merry Christmas,” Alina murmured, her voice soft and inviting.

Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. “Well, well. This is unexpected.”

But the magic didn’t end there. Alina reached behind her and produced the vial Mia had given her. “There’s more,” she whispered, offering it to Anastasia.

Curious, Anastasia uncorked the vial and took a sip. The effect was immediate—her eyes darkened, her breathing quickened. She pulled Alina into her arms, her touch now laced with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

Anastasia’s piercing gaze bore into Alina as she knelt beneath the Christmas tree, her skin wrapped in nothing but the silky ribbon. The glow of the holiday lights danced across Alina’s bare form, highlighting her flushed cheeks and the faint tremble in her hands.

“Look at you,” Anastasia said, her voice low and commanding. She tilted her head, a predatory smile curling her lips. “So eager. So obedient. Did you think this would be enough to satisfy me?”

Alina’s heart raced as she shook her head. “No, Mistress,” she whispered, the words tumbling from her lips instinctively. She wasn’t sure where they had come from, but the moment they were spoken, she knew they were right.

“Good girl,” Anastasia purred, stepping closer. She reached down, her fingers threading through Alina’s hair. “Stand up. Slowly. Let me see all of you.”

Alina obeyed, rising to her feet with a graceful, deliberate motion. The ribbon shifted slightly, teasing at her curves, but Anastasia made no move to adjust it. She simply circled her girlfriend, her hands clasped behind her back, her sharp eyes inspecting every inch of Alina’s body.

“You’re mine,” Anastasia murmured, her fingers trailing lightly along the curve of Alina’s waist. The touch was soft, almost gentle, but the weight of her presence was overwhelming.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alina replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Anastasia’s hand moved to Alina’s chin, tilting her head up so their eyes met. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer loud enough for me to hear, pet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alina said, louder this time.

“Better.” Anastasia’s hand slid down Alina’s throat, her touch firm and possessive. “Now, let’s see what this little gift of yours can do.”

She led Alina to the living room rug, the Christmas tree casting shadows across the room. With a sharp command, Anastasia told Alina to kneel again. The ribbons slipped and fluttered to the floor as Alina obeyed, leaving her fully exposed. Anastasia knelt behind her, pressing her body against Alina’s back, her hands skimming over Alina’s arms before gripping her wrists.

“You look so perfect like this,” Anastasia murmured into Alina’s ear, her breath warm against her skin. “Completely vulnerable. Completely mine.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alina breathed, her entire body trembling under Anastasia’s control.

Anastasia’s lips trailed along Alina’s neck, her teeth grazing lightly before biting down just hard enough to make Alina gasp. Her hands roamed freely now, exploring every curve and sensitive spot, her touch alternating between soft and teasing to firm and demanding.

“Do you want me to use you, pet?” Anastasia asked, her voice like velvet, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alina replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anastasia’s hand came down sharply on Alina’s thigh, the sting making her gasp. “Louder.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Good.” Anastasia stood, towering over Alina, her gaze cold and commanding. “Now, on all fours. Show me how obedient you can be.”

Alina moved into position, her body on full display as Anastasia circled her like a predator. The power dynamic was intoxicating, filling the air between them with palpable tension. Anastasia’s hands and voice guided Alina through every moment, demanding both submission and devotion.

“You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” Anastasia murmured, her voice softening slightly as her hands ran through Alina’s hair. “So eager to please me. So desperate for my touch.”

“Yes, Mistress. Always for you,” Alina replied, her voice thick with emotion.

For hours, Anastasia pushed Alina to the edge and pulled her back, commanding her, praising her, teasing her with pleasure until she was utterly undone. Each moment felt like an eternity, their connection deepening with every word, every touch, every sound.

The hours that followed were a blur of heat and passion. Anastasia took control, guiding Alina through a dance of pleasure and submission that left them both trembling.

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the window, the two lay tangled together beneath the tree, their bodies and souls completely entwined.

“Best Christmas ever,” Alina whispered, a contented smile on her lips.

Anastasia chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Alina’s face. “Agreed. But next year, you’re wrapping yourself in gold.”