by Sara Fields
“I didn’t think to check the weather.”
“You just might get snowed in here, little one. For quite a while by the looks of that storm.”
She grinned and looked back at him. “Well, I guess worse things could happen, right?”
“You have no idea what you’re in for these next few days. Do you, young lady?”
Giggling, she smiled up at him. Despite all his threats, she still felt entirely safe. He sat down next to her and began to pile some of the mouthwatering food onto his plate. She did the same, choosing a pink piece of roast meat and a large sweet potato.
The moment she sat down, she flushed hotly, feeling the butt plug between her cheeks press deeper inside of her. She noticed Eliot was watching her with a dark look, a smirk showing at the corners of his lips. Squirming, she avoided his gaze and instead focused on the food before her, unable to forget about the arousal that was definitely collecting between her thighs.
With a deep swallow, she served herself some of the salad and took a ginormous swig of her eggnog in order to distract her mind from such thoughts.
Delicious.
With trepidation, she watched as he took a sip of his own. His eyes flashed to hers, narrowing with realization. He cleared his throat and she squirmed in her seat.
“Raina…”
Her already warmed bottom tingled with anticipation.
“Did you spike the eggnog without my permission?”
His steady gaze caused her stomach to tie up in knots. She glanced down at his massive palms as he flexed his hands. She couldn’t even form the words to answer before he began to speak once again.
“Seems my naughty girl wants to earn a punishment, doesn’t she?”
His eyes darkened with mystery and she couldn’t help but feel incredibly aroused. Wetness pooled between her thighs and her clit pulsed in tune with her heart. She knew Eliot had darker desires and she’d only experienced a portion of them. She was both excited and nervous at the prospect of punishment, but a certain aspect of it was enthralling. Pressing her thighs together, she trembled and waited for what he would do next.
“We’re going to finish our dinner and then, I’m going to take you upstairs. You’re going to get punished like never before, little one.”
She couldn’t help but moan, completely turned on at the possibilities of experiencing what it really meant to be his submissive.
They ate their dinner with an easy silence. She polished off her eggnog and felt a soft tingle underneath her skin. The rum eased her nerves a little, yet she couldn’t hold back her excitement. She wanted him to take her upstairs and have his way with her. Unable to stop herself, she whined a little.
“Patience, Raina. We’ll begin soon. Keep it up and I’ll put you in the corner.”
When they finished eating, he cleared the table and she helped him package up the leftover food as well as clean the dishes. The chores finished, she glanced at him expectantly. She felt his presence behind her and she breathed in his manly scent. His hands gripped the top of her shoulders before sliding down her arms to the pockets at her hips.
He reached in and took out the flask from her pocket. He twisted the cap off and pressed it to her lips.
“Drink.”
She obeyed and took a big swallow of the alcohol. It burned a little going down her throat, but it felt good to follow his command. It felt right. He was silent as he put the flask back on the counter.
“For the rest of the weekend, you’re going to obey my every word. I’m going to make you beg, scream, and tremble under my lash. I have no doubt that you’re going to enjoy every moment of it. Come, it’s time I introduced you to what it means to be truly punished, little girl.”
She shivered as he took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. They walked up a flight of stairs, passing a few closed doorways that left her guessing what was behind them. At the end of the hall, he twisted the doorknob. As he allowed the door to swing open slowly, she saw a massive four-poster bed. He led her inside and guided her trembling body to a soft carpet in the center of the room.
The room was decorated with shades of gray and black, giving it a decidedly masculine feel. She noticed certain things about the room, such as small metal rings on the posts of the bed, as well as a mirror on the ceiling above the bed. On top of the bulky quilt lay a pile of red and green rope. Her mouth went dry.
His fingers traced along her throat and gently gripped the satin of her robe at her shoulders. She shivered as he pulled the fabric from her skin and once again, she was naked. Her thighs quivered with anticipation.
“Get down on your knees, palms on your thighs.”
Quickly, she obeyed. The carpet was plush underneath her and she sighed softly with relief. Sitting on her heels, she was exceedingly aware of the large plug still deep in her ass. She didn’t dare look, but heard him opening a drawer behind her.
“Lift your hair up so that your neck is free, pretty one.”
Once her throat was clear, he walked around her and presented her with a thick red ribbon braided with a holiday-themed green satin.
“With this play collar, you will become my submissive and I, your dominant for this weekend. Do you accept, Raina?”
“Yes, sir, please,” she nodded, her core throbbing with intense need.
He knelt in front of her and threaded the satin around her throat. She met his eyes and saw him smile with pride.
“Good girl. Now, climb up on the bed. That naughty backside of yours needs to be spanked red to match that Christmas collar. Then, maybe if you behave, I’ll reward you with a good hard fucking. Would you like that?”
He offered her a hand and brought her over to the bed. He piled a few pillows in the center. Without being told, she climbed atop the bed and adjusted her hips over them. Her bottom felt impossibly high and incredibly vulnerable. All of her muscles tightened with expectation.
He draped a blindfold over her eyes and she could see no more. His rough hands grasped her ankles, twisting soft rope around her skin to bind her. Next, he bound her wrists to the bedposts and she sighed as he fully restrained her. Her legs spread and her arms taut over her head, there would be no escape. She was completely under his control and she loved it.
Hearing the sound of leather swish through the air, she jumped when soft leather thongs caressed against her skin.
“Ever been flogged before, little one?”
The tresses dragged across her skin, twirling around and stroking her inner thighs. The tails lifted off her flesh and smacked lightly against her pussy. As she moaned with need, her hips arched of their own accord.
The floggers began to pick up speed as Eliot whipped them around into a steady cadence. Initially, the tails of the leather stung, but quickly turned into something that felt more like pleasure than pain. Her body melted into the implement’s touch, turning her insides into a submissive pile of jelly. With a heavy stroke, he caught the lower curves of her buttocks and she cried out at the thuddy ache. Her back arched as a groan escaped her lips.
“Look at you. Wrapped up like a Christmas present in red and green rope, and painted with pink stripes from my lash.”
Wanting so much more, a needy cry broke free from her lips. “Please, sir!”
She heard and felt a thud next to her head, which had to be the flogger because the next moment he fisted his hand within her long locks at the nape of her neck. Pulling back harshly, he growled low and she whined with surprise. The back of her head burned, yet she loved it. Her body responded with a violent, lusty intensity and goosebumps rose all over her flesh.
Instantly, she felt every bone in her body yield to him, wanting to please him in every way. She would never have imagined such a thing happening with her boss, but she wouldn’t change a thing.
His heavy palm smacked one side of her ass, followed by the other. He spanked her hard, again and again until her hips began to wriggle a bit. He pulled her hair harder and she stilled, knowing he expected better of her
.
Spanking all over her bottom, he held her firm. He left not one inch unattended to, including the tops of her thighs. She cried out from the sting as he punished every sensitive inch of her skin. Within a few breaths, the pain morphed into wild passion and she moaned with a wanton need. She wanted more, needed more.
“Please, sir,” she begged.
He paused, dragging his fingers down the hotness of her ass and into the cleft between her thighs. He pushed the plug deeper inside and she groaned. She squirmed as he discovered how aroused she was, gliding across her folds with incredible ease. His palm smacked against her pussy and she whimpered.
Again, he spanked her wet folds and she cried out at the sting and flushed at the damp sound that met her ears. Despite the ache in her skin, she began to feel something else she could only identify as pure unbridled passion.
“Bad girls get their pussy spanked.”
He smacked her there a bit harder and she groaned with her need. Arching her hips, she tried to beg him with her body. Hoping he would grant her some semblance of release, she trembled as she waited.
She mewled when he growled at her and then she wailed with happiness when she felt him grasp her ankles and untie them. Roughly, he grabbed her hips, rearranging her so that she was up on her knees. She felt his cock nudge at her entrance. Slick with her desire, she tried to arch back into him. He rewarded her with a harsh spank to her heated globes.
With a yelp, she stilled, remembering that she wasn’t in charge.
His fingers dug into her hips and he slammed his big cock into her tight channel. It hurt just a little, but it felt wonderful at the same time. The toy in her ass made his cock feel larger than ever and she loved it. He pumped in and out of her while she cried out with pleasure. She felt stretched around his cock and her pussy clenched at the raw intensity of being completely under his control. Her arms stretched high overhead and with her lower half under his command, she felt utterly submissive. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs at the thought.
Unbridled passion coursed through her veins and her fingers gripped the ropes at her wrists in a feeble attempt to hold on for dear life.
“Oh, my God,” she screamed. “I need release, sir, please!”
“Do you really want it, little girl? Do you want to come all over my hard cock?”
She screamed her frustration.
“I will count to five. You will hold off your orgasm until I allow it. Is that clear?”
She nodded, her mouth no longer working to form words.
“One.”
He thrusted harder than ever before, his cock pressing deep into her eager entrance.
“Two,” he counted, following faster with three and four scant seconds later. As he increased the cadence of his thrusts, the coil within her wound tighter and tighter. She didn’t think she could last much longer, knowing her orgasm was just seconds away. She tensed all her muscles and tried to focus on breathing.
“Five.” He paused and she whined in response.
“You may come,” he growled, leaning over her and ripping the blindfold from her face. All at once, her orgasm burned white hot in her veins, her heart pounding loud in her ears. Engulfed in her scorching passion, every muscle in her body quivering, she screamed with wild lust as he continued to slam into her. Her hips rolled and met his, his cock stretching her wide. Feeling feverish with heat, she moaned as every nerve tingled with her release.
When her body eventually quieted, she slumped into the soft quilt beneath her. He pulled back, withdrawing inch by inch from her pussy with painstaking slowness. Whining a bit with disappointment, she yelped as he gripped the plug between her cheeks and pulled it free. Although she cried out at the sudden emptiness, she didn’t have to wait long for more.
He pressed his cock against her bottom hole and she cried out with desire. She should be ashamed of her wanton reaction. She should feel embarrassed at the fact that she enjoyed him tying her up, that she yearned for him to fuck her senseless and yes, even for him to claim her naughtiest hole as his own, but she didn’t. He made her feel wanted and desirable, and she craved his dominant nature.
He pushed the head of his cock against her tight rim of muscle and she didn’t fight him. She whined as he stretched her wide, broader than any toy he’d ever put inside her and she loved it. As he slowly pressed into her, she pushed back against him, enjoying the feel of his hard shaft in her virgin channel. When he was finally fully seated in her bottom hole, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Naughty girls have to take their master’s cock deep in their bottom hole.”
“Mmhhmm, please fuck my ass, sir,” she begged and he didn’t disappoint. He gripped her thighs and slowly began to move within her. She felt entirely claimed as he fucked her from behind. Her pussy clamped around empty air as he reached around to circle her clit. It wasn’t long before a second, more powerful orgasm took over her senses.
She shivered with her release against him, moaning loudly. Flames of desire raced up and down her limbs, almost like a bale of hay igniting at the spark of a match. Arching back into his solid grip, her orgasm washed over her, leaving her a trembling mess of arousal and desire. When she calmed, he reached forward and released her wrists with ease. He brought her closer to him so that she was sitting on his lap, his cock still pressed deep into her backside.
“Ride me,” he ordered and she did just that.
His arms snaked around her waist as he held her tight against his chest. Her hips bucked and rolled when he reached down to pinch her clit. He groaned in her ear and she screamed with desire when she felt his cock twitch within her. She rode him harder and keened with delight when she felt his hot seed spurt within her, coating her insides with his male essence. Marked with both his temporary collar and his desire, she sighed, feeling completely owned. She was his.
“I was going to wait to take your ass, as a special Christmas treat, but it was too tempting, all plugged up with that glass candy cane. You may thank me any time, little Raina, for allowing Christmas to come early.”
“Thank you, sir, so very much. But I have to be honest, every day with you is like Christmas,” she whispered, feeling warm all over.
“Such a good girl,” he said gruffly in her ear and she soared with blissful happiness. This was turning out to be a wonderful Christmas after all.
Chapter Six
Raina woke up the next morning and smiled, thinking about everything that had happened the night before. She’d expected this Christmas to be lonely, since she couldn’t spare the time or money to travel home for the holidays, yet this was turning out to be the best time she’d ever had. She relished being naked and him entirely clothed. With every glance, she knew he wanted her and she wanted him. Glancing outside, she gasped when she saw the winter wonderland that awaited her.
She felt Eliot come up behind her, his fingers trailing across her shoulders. She shivered, looking back at him with a smile.
“Isn’t it pretty out there, sir?”
“Not as beautiful as the woman in my arms right now,” he said softly.
He turned her head toward his and kissed her. Sighing with happiness, she melted into his strong embrace.
“It’s Christmas Eve today,” she whispered.
“I have a gift for you. Something special for you to wear for me tonight, after we get back from having some fun on the mountain today.”
Looking up at him, she smiled. She felt so taken care of, so cherished in his hands. Gently, he grasped the back of her neck and steered her toward his bed. There was a gift-wrapped box waiting for her. Hesitantly, she looked back at him and grasped the edge of the red ribbon around it. Slowly, she untied the bow and took the top off the present. When she saw what was inside, she giggled a little bit.
It was a set of slinky Santa-themed lingerie. She couldn’t wait to put it on.
“It’s so pretty, Eliot,” she exclaimed. “What do you have planned for us in the meantime, before I can dazz
le you in this little number?”
“I can’t wait to see you in it. Today though, we’re going to explore the mountain. I bought passes for us to go skiing together.”
“Oh, that sounds like so much fun! I haven’t gone skiing in such a long time!”
“I hate to say this, but go put on some clothes. I can’t have you catching frostbite out there in the snow, can I now?”
He pointed to her bag and she cheerfully grabbed it. She bounded off happily into the bathroom and pulled on a sports bra, as well as a pair of bikini-style panties. She knelt down and rummaged through her things, before dragging out her cute purple and green ski outfit. The pants were thin, yet incredibly warm. She pulled on a long sleeve cotton top before putting on her jacket and boots. The entire set matched and she felt adorable. She was ready to go out in the snow and have fun.
Eliot dressed in black pants and a sleek gray jacket. She twirled an arm around his waist and lifted up on her tiptoes to plant a shy kiss on his lips.
“Now let’s go enjoy that mountain,” he said, gently pulling his lips back from hers. Smiling, she nodded, followed him out of the condo, and shivered when the cool air met her skin. Gasping, she squealed with excitement when she saw what was waiting for them. There was a carriage, led by two beautiful dapple-gray horses with decorative Christmas bows around their necks.
The driver smiled down at them and Eliot helped her to climb into the high seat of the carriage. Once they were settled next to each other, the driver snapped the reins and they lurched forward. Smiling up at Eliot, she cuddled close to him to fight off the chill. She felt safe and well taken care of. He’d gone to such lengths to make this weekend special for her and it made her feel warm inside, like she actually meant something to him despite the short time they had been together. Maybe there was hope for the two of them after all.
Snowflakes began falling around them and she curled even tighter into him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and she purred in delight. They enjoyed the ride in quiet, loving the feel of each other’s warmth and the gorgeous snow-laden scenery around them.
