Kept for Christmas

by Sara Fields

  They curled up on the couch together and pulled up Netflix. He let her choose a movie and they ended up watching a romantic comedy. She curled up in his arms and he held her tight. She fit against him perfectly.

  He wanted to ravish her but held back, knowing he should give her a night of normalcy as a couple. They enjoyed the movie together and when it was over, he kissed the top of her head. At the end of the evening, he kissed her again and when she looked up at him with curiosity, he grinned.

  “No more orgasms for you till this weekend.”

  “But that’s like forty-eight hours from now! No fair!”

  “I’ll take care of you when you arrive. If you would like to be my submissive, this is my first command for you to follow.”

  Her eyes wide, she gazed up at him as she threaded her arms around his waist. He saw the submission wash over her like a wave and she relaxed almost instantly.

  “I promise; I won’t touch myself until you allow it.”

  “Good girl, I look forward to it. Now lock the door behind me and get to bed. I want you well rested because when you sleep in my bed, there won’t be much time for sleeping.”

  He felt her shiver and he grinned.

  “Goodnight, sir.”

  “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

  * * *

  Raina couldn’t wait to experience what it really meant to be his submissive. Earlier that week, she had made sure to peruse the mall and pick out a few meaningful gifts for him. She bought him a gorgeous yellow gold and black watch and even found a few kitchen items that could have kink-related purposes, including a rather heavy wooden spoon. She swallowed deeply, imagining the stingy implement paddling her naked cheeks as he bent her over the counter. Shivering with need, she tried to focus on other things in the meantime.

  That night, there was little she could concentrate on but the growing ache in between her legs. The fact that he had brought her dinner unexpectedly had made her smile and she felt even more closely connected to him. Having relinquished the power of her pleasure to him, she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.

  The next day, she struggled with trying to figure out what to pack. Looking out her window, she saw a faint dusting of snow on the ground. She wondered if there would be more over their weekend together. She always loved the holidays, especially Christmas and loved when a blanket of white snow coated the frozen ground.

  Pondering what the future would hold for her, she packed lightly. She grabbed some of her favorite lingerie sets as well as a few cute nighties. She did pack some heavier clothes, including a few sweaters and thick pants, just in case they went out on the mountain together. She dug through her closet and found a pair of ski pants and a sleek winter jacket. As she packed, she thought about their relationship and their time together. The semester was almost over and once the grades were turned in, Dr. Knight would have no further need for her. She’d have completed the necessary credit she required as a teaching assistant and would be able to graduate.

  Thus far, they’d kept their relationship a secret, knowing that if anyone found out, they would both be in a heap of trouble. She was almost a bit sad she couldn’t tell anyone, but she knew better. She speculated about what would happen after this Christmas weekend was over, how he’d probably let her off gently so that she could pursue her career. Sniffing away an errant tear, she wiped at the corners of her eyes.

  Holiday music played on the radio, breaking her out of her troubling thoughts. Now was not the time to be sad. She had an exciting weekend ahead of her, hours that would be chock full of holiday fun, and some solid time over Dr. Knight’s knees. Smiling, her hands slid backwards to cup her bottom. She had no doubt her ass was going to be painted pink the entire time from his harsh palm. Her pussy clenched at the thought. She couldn’t wait to be spanked like his naughty little girl.

  With a grin, she thought about all the things she could do in order to earn his discipline. Packing a bottle of spiced rum and a full flask, she couldn’t wait to spike some eggnog. She also took a bundle of mistletoe and wrapped it up gently in a piece of cloth. Giggling a little, she zipped up her bag and headed out the door. Maybe they’d even have a snowball fight. Without a doubt, this was going to be a great weekend.

  When Friday finally came around, she felt achingly sore with need. She took the train to the nearby suburbs of New Jersey and caught a taxi outside the station. Unable to contain her excitement, she gave the driver the address Eliot had given her and gasped when they finally arrived. His place was a mansion, surrounded by a massive iron gate. The red brick building was beautiful and the landscaping was incredibly well manicured. White snow topped all the trimmed bushes, giving the place an ethereal glow.

  Tipping the driver, she took her bag and walked up to the door. Ringing the doorbell, she waited, if a little impatiently until he opened the door. A broad grin lit up his face as he stood there and her heart warmed at the sight.

  “I missed you, Eliot,” she exclaimed.

  “I missed you too, Raina.” He reached forward and grasped her wrist, pulling her close and placing a soft kiss on her lips. When he drew back, he smiled and began to speak again, “Let’s pack your things in my car and get on our way. It’s a four-and-a-half-hour drive, but the scenery is gorgeous along the way.”

  He took her bag first, then led her through his house and into his garage, where a big black SUV was waiting for them. He put her things in the vehicle with little effort. Always the perfect gentlemen, he opened the door for her and even helped her climb up into the large car.

  The drive passed by really quickly. They talked and admired the beautiful snow-covered landscapes, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. They turned on the radio and listened to Christmas music the entire way. Excitedly, she asked him if they were going to decorate for the holidays, when they would go skiing, and what he had planned for her. He chuckled, clearly amused at her very obvious enthusiasm.

  “If you ask any more questions, little one, I will pull this car over and spank you on the side of the road. I’ve got some surprises for you. Don’t worry, you’ll love them all.”

  A shiver raced down her spine at his threat and she could feel her arousal soaking the seat of her panties. Trying to calm herself, she admired the snowy landscapes and hummed in tune to the Christmas song on the radio. Before she knew it, Eliot was pulling his car into a long driveway, which led to a small condo community. His own was at the end of a quiet road, a perfect location for a winter getaway.

  He drove the SUV into the attached garage. She climbed out excitedly and helped him bring everything from the car into an attached kitchen. Dark cabinets framed the wall and the granite countertops showcased an exquisite pattern that consisted of white and gray veining. New stainless steel appliances gave the room a rich feel. Even though it was a simple design, it was elegantly furnished. Once they finished, he turned back to her while she was still on the steps of the garage and raised his eyebrow expectantly.

  “Remember what I told you to do as soon as you arrived?”

  “Yes, sir,” she mewled as she took a deep breath. Stepping across the threshold from the garage into the house, she allowed him to close the door behind her. Meeting his heated gaze, she felt a dull throb settle deep in her core. Wetness gathered between her thighs.

  Placing her bag down on the floor beside her, she began to unbutton the front of her jacket. She handed it to him and he hung it up in a nearby closet. Hesitantly, she pulled off her boots and placed them by the door. With trembling fingers, she gripped the edge of her red sweater and pulled it over her head. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. Standing in just her bra and panties, she shivered as she reached back to undo the clasp, releasing her breasts to the chilly air.

  He stepped forward, fingering the edges of her underwear. Kneeling down, he slowly pulled them down her thighs and kissed the wetness of her slit. She moaned in response.

  “Naughty girl. Look how excited
you are. Your pussy is all wet and swollen for me.” He turned her around and pressed his lips to each of her bottom cheeks. “And look here, this ass hasn’t been spanked all day. Shall we rectify that?”

  “Mhhhmmm, yes, sir.”

  “And did you obey what I asked? That you not come until I allow you to do so?”

  “Yes, sir. I haven’t had an orgasm in days.”

  He smiled, took her hand, and led her into the living room, where there was a tall undecorated Christmas tree in the front window. Boxes of decorations and lights lay around it. He saw her looking around at all the ornaments and he smiled.

  “I had my friend come by with a real Christmas tree for us. I also asked him to pull those things out of the attic so we could make this place worthy of the holidays. But,” he paused with a grin, “enough delays, I think. We’ll put those decorations up after I warm that gorgeous ass of yours and fill it with a special plug I found just for you. Says on the box that it’s guaranteed to fill you with the holiday spirit,” he said, his voice laced with dark promise as well as a hint of humor. He was smirking when he finished speaking. A shiver raced down her spine as she rolled her eyes at his words and she silenced a groan at his pun.

  He turned, picking up a box on a nearby table. Then, he held up a package with a large glass plug that looked like a candy cane. Raina gasped, admiring the red and white swirls. The toy was shaped like a typical plug. The tip was tapered and flared out wide, before narrowing again. The base curved out gently to either side, giving the illusion of a double-headed candy cane.

  “That’ll never fit; it’s too big,” she mused with a nervous chuckle.

  “Training, my Raina. I must make sure you are ready to take my cock in your tight little ass by Christmas day.”

  She shivered and couldn’t help it as she mewled with pleasure. He couldn’t seriously mean to fuck her bottom hole, could he?

  He sat down on a black leather sofa and reached out for her. “Come over here, my pretty one. It’s time for a spanking. After that, we’ll decorate the tree so that I can admire my handiwork on those naughty cheeks of yours.”

  Squealing with delight, she padded quickly over to him on bare feet and he pulled her over his lap. The moment her stomach made contact with his hard thighs, his palm smacked down on her trembling bottom and she moaned with need. His hand slapped her ass repeatedly and she loved every second of it. He didn’t spank her very hard, but enough so that the sting quickly morphed into a wave of lust that ricocheted through her body. Her hips rocked up and his hand caught the bottom curve of her cheeks. He focused next on her upper thighs and she cried out as the pain amplified, as well as the pleasure inside her.

  Her bottom, already hot and swollen, wriggled over his lap as his other hand grasped her hip. He stopped spanking her for a moment, then his fingers grazed against the dampness of her arousal on her inner thighs.

  “Look at this, so wet after getting a spanking.”

  “Oh, my God,” she whined. His fingertips drifted in between her legs and began to caress her damp folds. Whimpering, she arched her hips into his touch as passion built within her. His digits caressed her throbbing clit and there was little she could do to stop the onslaught of pleasure taking over her senses.

  “Please, sir, please let me come,” she cried out.

  “Not yet.”

  His fingers drifted away from her pussy, before trailing backwards and settling on her bottom hole. He didn’t speak anymore as he squeezed a cool liquid onto the rim of muscle there. Raina quieted, knowing that he was about to put that big plug into her backside.

  It didn’t take long for him to prepare her tight little star. First, he pressed his thumb in and out of her, before gradually increasing the number of his fingers. Once he was able to enter her tight rosette with a few digits, he pressed the cool plug onto her bottom hole. It was made of silicone, so it was firm yet soft. She squeaked when it first began to enter her, but behaved as he inserted the tip. Once the plug reached its widest point, she cried out and wriggled, which only earned her a harsh spank on both thighs. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and he pushed the toy inside a bit further. The larger size made her feel anxious and she sighed with relief when the plug was finally fully seated within her tight channel. The curved ends of the plug hugged her close, one side settling against the curve of her cleft and the other cupping toward her pussy. The double-headed nature of the plug made it feel as though the toy was perfectly made for her. He patted her bottom gently and she nearly purred in response.

  “Good girl. Time to decorate the tree now. Here. Take my hand,” he said while helping her to stand. Her legs quivered with unmet need as her honey dripped down her inner thighs. Feeling her clit throb in tune with her heartbeat, she swallowed heavily. She needed to come, yet he hadn’t allowed her to. She sure hoped he would let her soon.

  He led her over to the boxes and she was able to put her pulsating slit in the back of her mind for a little while. The toy was heavy enough to consistently remind her of his dominance and she smiled as she looked back at him. The weekend had hardly even started and she already felt incredible.

  They threaded lights around the Christmas tree first. Then, he would hand her an ornament and she would hang it on the tree. They joked and laughed the entire time, her completely naked and him fully clothed. She loved every second and giggled whenever he tweaked a hard nipple or delved between her thighs to keep her arousal on edge, but best of all was when he smacked her sore, red globes time and time again when she reached for a particularly high branch.

  Together, they finished decorating the tree by placing a beautifully lighted star at the top. Then she rushed over to her bag and placed her gifts for him under the tree.

  He stepped back and gathered her in his arms, sighing with approval.

  “Look at how beautiful it looks with a woman’s touch,” he whispered in her ear and she smiled, feeling a blush come over her cheeks. She moaned as his fingers dragged across her stomach, across the gentle curve of her breast, up to a painfully hard nipple. He gripped a bud gently in each hand, twisting lightly to each side. She sighed as her body reacted instantly, arching her back and rising up on her toes in order to keep the pain at bay. Lust woke once again within her, returning with a vengeance like never before.

  “Please, sir,” she begged, “please let me come.”

  “You will come when I say, not a moment before.”

  Whining, she leaned back into him as he lifted her feet from the floor, one arm snaked around her waist.

  “Dinner first, Miss Impatient,” he teased with a grin, pinching her nipple harshly with his free hand. She groaned when he finally released her. “Come, I’ve got a roast in the oven. You can help by putting the salad together and pouring us some eggnog.”

  She grinned at his words.

  “May I freshen up first?” she asked, trying to hold back her smirk.

  “Sure. Meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes. Don’t you dare touch yourself, little one. You do not have my permission to come. If you disobey me, I won’t allow you release until Christmas day and that’s a good thirty-six hours away.”

  “I won’t, sir, I promise,” she whispered, knowing that she wouldn’t dare challenge him in this. That was a long time without orgasm and she didn’t want to experience a punishment like that.

  “Good girl. Bathroom is down the hall. There’s a silk robe I put in there for you that you can wear in the kitchen with me. Wear nothing else though.”

  She bounded out of the room and into the entrance of the house, grabbing what was left of her bag along the way. Smiling, she found the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She took a short bit to freshen up, before fingering the satin of a pretty green robe hung up on the back of the door. She shrugged it over her shoulders and sighed as the soft fabric caressed her skin. Hurrying along, she opened her bag and grinned when she saw the bottle of rum she’d packed away. Pouring a hefty amount into her little flask, she screwed on the top an
d tucked it into a pocket within her robe.

  With a deep breath, she packed up the rest of her things and made her way back to the kitchen. As soon as she walked in, scents of wonderfully cooked food met her nose and she breathed in deep.

  “This sure smells good,” she mused.

  “That green looks gorgeous on you. I’m glad I found that for you. Brings out your eyes.”

  “Thank you, sir. I really like it.”

  “Eggnog and salad fixings are in the fridge,” he pointed and she followed his instructions. She grabbed the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, olives, and cucumbers. Eliot handed her a bag of croutons and she tossed the vegetables in a bowl. When she was finished, she placed the salad on the table among a few other dishes he had already finished preparing. She licked her lips, seeing a bowl of macaroni and cheese, steamed zucchini and squash, as well as a few large sweet potatoes. Her stomach growled in anticipation.

  Next, she took out two mugs to serve the cold eggnog. Looking over her shoulder, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the flask. Undoing the cap, she poured a healthy shot of rum into each cup. Slipping the rum back into her pocket, she turned and grabbed the eggnog out of the fridge. She filled the mugs close to the top and sprinkled a dash of cinnamon on the top of the two drinks. Grinning with mischief, she picked up the cups and brought them over to the table.

  She watched as Eliot prepared the rest of the dinner and her mouth watered as delectable scents of a home-cooked meal met her nose. She saw him take a small roast out of the oven and helped him to carry it to the nearby kitchen counter. He carved the roast and finally brought over a plate of delicious meat. Glancing out the window for a moment, she gasped.

  “It’s snowing! Look at all those flakes!”

  The wind howled and a blanket of white swirled in front of the window.

  “Was it supposed to snow this weekend?” he asked, frowning at the storm. “That looks like blizzard-worthy snow right there.”