White Hot Holidays 17: A Very Faery Christmas
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Fuck! That one stung.
It was over. He released her, helping her to a standing position. Her ass smarted as he guided her in front of his mirrored closet doors. He turned her so that her back was to the glass, then had her turn her head so she could see over her shoulder.
“Look at my mark.” He was breathing as hard as she was. Her ass was a light pink with one red handprint that reflected from the mirror. His cock jutted out before him rigid and proud. “You’re beautiful.”
Within a heartbeat she was back in his arms. His lips moved tenderly over her neck. He nibbled lightly on her earlobe, before burning a path to her lips. Then he took her mouth in a searing kiss. There was nothing gentle in his caress. Teeth meshed and tongues dueled as his hands moved over her body. She clung to him like he was an anchor, the only thing that kept her from floating away. When his arm swept beneath her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
His heavy footsteps moved toward the bed. Gently he settled her upon the soft comforter and gazed at her. From one corner of the footboard he extracted a piece of Velcro that he fastened to her ankle. His blue eyes darkened as he moved around the bed to bind her other ankle.
Candice couldn’t hide her trepidation. Her body shook. Her chest heaved. Was this what she really wanted?
Their eyes met. His Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed. “Do you want me to fuck you or would you rather use your safe word?” He was asking permission to continue. Something she hadn’t expected. There was a hint of concern, almost as if he thought she might decline his offer.
She licked her lips. No way was he going to stop now. Not when her body burned for him. “Yes.”
His expression grew firm. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me.” Within seconds her wrists were bound together, high above her head, connected to the headboard. She was helpless, spread wide for his delight.
Her chest filled with nervous excitement. What would he do next?
A squeak sounded as he slid the drawer of his nightstand open. She couldn’t see what he was doing. But she almost laughed when he approached with a feather in hand. His other hand was tucked behind him as he climbed upon the bed.
The exquisite tickle that chased down her side as he dragged the feather across her body made her jerk against her bindings. Her nipples drew into taut beads. His eyes were pinned on her breasts as he circled them. She couldn’t believe the way her body reacted, releasing its juices. Then the quill lightly caressed her folds, teasing her clit. The sensation made her pussy spasm, sending white-hot rays of sensation through her body.
“Ahhh…” Her cry brought a chuckle of male satisfaction from him.
Then Gordon reached behind him and retrieved a small flogger, no more than eight inches long. The elastic thongs were cool as he dragged them across her stomach. When he flicked his wrist there was a delightful sting. Then with a steady rhythm he began to softly whip her arms, her legs, until her skin felt alive. As the flogger landed on a breast, the ache between her thighs doubled. She needed him to fill her. To stoke the fire that simmered and to release the desire that sat like a coiled spring in her belly. She closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them Gordon was between her thighs, a condom already in place.
This was the moment she had been waiting for.
He leaned forward, catching a nipple in his mouth. Hot and moist, the sensation was so intense that her back arched. She jerked against her bindings, needing to touch him. His other hand slid down her hip to the apex of her thighs. When a single finger caressed her slit and slipped inside, a soft whimper pushed from between her lips.
“Master.” Her breaths came in small pants. She was going to die if he didn’t take her. Her pulse felt like it would leap from her throat. She felt fevered and chilled at the same time. Her body shook uncontrollably.
She couldn’t think as he rose between her thighs. His eyes were dark with desire, a look that made her brace against her bindings. In one quick thrust he penetrated her, filling Candice like no other man had. She struggled to breathe, fought to grasp control, but she shattered like glass. Her climax moved through her like a tidal wave, washing away her emptiness and replacing it with such a beautiful sense of fulfillment, she couldn’t speak. Ripple after ripple filtered through her body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. She didn’t think they would ever stop—didn’t want the moment to end.
Gordon drove into her again and again, with a force that wrenched a cry from her trembling lips. It was pleasure-pain, as his orgasm moved through him. Unbelievably, it felt as if he grew larger, firmer—spreading her wide. His expression was intense, his eyes closed. After a few more pumps of his hips, he collapsed atop her.
Chest to chest, his heart beat against hers. It felt so intimate that she shivered with his nearness. She had never experienced anything like this before. When he silently rose and began to release her bindings, she wondered what was next. Would he kiss her goodnight and send her on her way?
Their eyes met and for a moment she wondered if her night of bliss was over. Instead he smiled. “That was wonderful.” Then he crawled into the bed, dragging her to him so that he spooned her back. Without another word he fell fast asleep.
Tears filled her eyes. Would her wish come true this year?
Chapter Five
Waking up with Candice in his arms this morning had been invigorating. Gordon felt good, really good, as he stretched his arms wide. A smile teased the corner of his mouth as he grabbed the desktop and scooted his chair forward. His gaze quickly skimmed across the contract laying in front of him. He started to read, pleased with the changes. On an inhale a light feminine scent rose to caress his senses. Memories of last night’s delights surfaced, causing the words on the paper to blur and his thoughts to drift. Work was the last thing on his mind. A certain brunette kept invading his thoughts. Her soft moans and cries of excitement played over and over again in his head, until his cock stirred to life.
He couldn’t believe how responsive she was to being bound and flogged. She had gone wild when he’d tied her thighs together and teased her clit. The need to spread her legs, to touch him, drove her mad with desire. Her outburst had ended with a punishment. A tingle tightened his balls as he remembered the look of ecstasy on her face. In fact, it was quite possible that, for her, nipple clamps were far more pleasure than pain. Her nipples had been delightfully sensitive after that.
It was amazing how comfortable he felt around her. She was eager to please him, always willing to make love. After a couple of hours of sleep, he had awakened to her warm body beside him.
He couldn’t help it—he just had to have her again. Then they’d been forced to go their separate ways. She back to her apartment and he to work.
A smile crept across his face as he looked around his office. He had a meeting scheduled in ten minutes. Already, he was eager for the day to end. He had explained exactly how he wanted Candice dressed and what he wanted her to do when he arrived at her apartment. He grew harder just thinking about it.
If it weren’t for missing his family, this would be a great Christmas. Which reminded him, he needed to call his parents to wish them a Merry Christmas. He grabbed his cell and punched in the number.
“Hello, Nash residence.” It was his older brother, John.
Gordon glanced at his watch. “Hey, bro. Mom and Dad there?”
“No, they went shopping.”
Damn. He should have known they’d be out wrapping up the last of the shopping today. “I just called to wish all of you a Merry Christmas.”
“Ohhh…not good. Ma’s going to be upset that she missed your call.” John’s playful tone made Gordon long to be home.
“I’ll try calling after my meeting this morning.”
“Are you sure it isn’t a woman keeping you there?” John asked. Gordon paused a little too long. His brother chuckled. “Just what I thought. Ma might go easier on you missing Christmas if she knows a woman is involved.”
“Sure gonna miss you.” Gordon heard the sadness in his brother’s voice. They were a close family. But it couldn’t be helped.
“You too. Did you get the presents I sent?”
“Yeah, they came yesterday.” In the background Gordon heard John’s kids begin to argue. “Cutting it a little close—Johnny. Carol. Stop that. Take care, Gordy, Merry Christmas. I’ll tell Ma and Dad you called.”
“Merry Christmas.” Gordon punched the off button on his phone.
Damn. This would be the first family Christmas he’d miss. But he didn’t have time to mope. He had work to do and a night to spend in a Christmas angel’s arms.
* * * * *
Candice burst into laughter. Hector couldn’t be left alone for a minute. While she’d been shopping for holiday dinner and a present for Gordon, the faery had gotten into her face cream and destroyed everything in her bathroom. Standing before her, drenched in cream, he looked like a bad rendition of Frosty the Snowman.
He stretched his wings out, looking at them with disgust. “How do you get this stuff off?”
“Very carefully.” She laughed, standing before the bathroom counter and the wayward faery. Baby powder was spilled on the floor. Cotton balls were strewn around the sink. “Come here.” Q-tip in hand, she began to gently clean him up.
“You know, you’re not a bad human.” Hector looked at his lotion-free wing and gave it a flutter. “Good as new.”
“And you’re not a bad wood faery. Well…most of the time,” she added, looking around at the mess.
“Funny,” he grumbled, trying out his other wing. Then he looked at her as she began to wipe his cheek. “Happy?”
Heat flooded her face. Her decadent night was a delicious ache between her thighs. She had forgone a bra today because her nipples were so sensitive.
Candice nodded. She was happy. Yes, so far it was only sex. No one could fall in love in one day, but she definitely felt the beginnings of a relationship—something she had never had—something to look forward to.
“Gordon asked me to spend Christmas Eve and Day with him.” She wouldn’t be alone this year. Tomorrow morning she would wake in his arms.
Hector took flight, darting around the room. Then he halted in midair, his wings a blur. “Then you’d better get ready. Your Christmas wish should be here soon.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip wondering how to ask Hector to become scarce. As if he heard her thoughts, he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not sticking around.”
Then in a puff of green faery dust, Hector vanished.
Candice didn’t have much time to spare, now that she had to clean the bathroom as well.
* * * * *
Soft candlelight lit Candice’s living room as Gordon entered, using the key she’d given him that morning, then shut the door behind him. Low music hummed in the background as the delicious scent of lasagna wafted through the apartment. He set his briefcase down and eased out of his jacket. The atmosphere was right for seduction, the stirring in his pants confirmed it.
But where was Candice?
The Christmas tree was in its stand. There were several boxes of decorations tucked in the corner. The table was set. He glanced into the kitchen, no Candice. Then she emerged from the bedroom.
His heart stopped.
She leaned in the doorway wearing a black leather bustier, thong and garter belt that held up her silk stockings, along with heels and a Santa hat. Shadows and light flickered across her face. The timid, shy woman he had first met was gone, before him stood a temptress.
The small smile on her face was sexy. The slink of her hips as she moved toward him was sensuous. A light citrus scent rose as she drew closer.
Christmas was apparently early, because Candice was a hell of a gift.
He reached for her and she came willingly. As he had instructed, she silently began to undress him. His tie and shirt were the first to go. When she laid her warm palms against his bare chest, Gordon knew she could feel his rapid heartbeat. Taking his hand she led him to the couch, eased him down, then drifted to her knees to remove his socks and shoes.
She was so fucking hot that his cock jerked against its confinement. He knew what was coming, but it still excited him. She had arranged the room and was performing the scene as he had demanded. It wasn’t long before she had his pants undone and he was naked.
Fingernails scraped across his sensitive skin as she dragged them from his ankle to his thighs. Her touch was gentle when she cupped his sac and began to knead gently. His gaze was riveted on her. Candlelight flickered across her violet eyes making them look like velvet pools. He grew harder, longer. Her smile was soft.
Then she took him into her hands and began to stroke, long, smooth motions from the base to the tip. His balls tightened with the feel of silk moving up and down his erection.
She leaned forward and her warm breath teased him. His hips rose, but she kept just the right distance between them so that he could feel her presence, but never her touch. He’d wanted her to tease him, drive him crazy, but he was holding on by a thread.
“Ahhh…” Forget what he’d said before, he wanted her to take him into her mouth, suck and lick him.
When he gripped her head, fisting his fingers in her hair, she didn’t fight him. Instead her lips parted. He thrust forward, delving into her wet warmth. It felt so fucking good, a throb started in his balls, and then shot down his cock. She circled the base with her thumb and index finger and squeezed, following the up and down rhythm of her mouth.
God, he couldn’t take any more. Watching his cock slide in and out of her lips made his toes curl into the carpet. He tensed. Jaws clenched. He fought to hold back the inevitable climax, wanting to linger on the edge as long as possible. Just as he felt the pinnacle approach, she released him.
“Fuck.” He groaned deep and low as he struggled to restrain himself. It was so intense it was painful. His fists were clenched. He couldn’t breathe.
She eased back on her haunches. The question of whether she had made a mistake shadowed her eyes.
It was exactly what he’d wanted and expected. His body burned. The knowledge that she’d done everything he’d instructed—down to the condom on the coffee table—thrilled him.
Pushing from the couch, he rose, gripped her wrist and brought her up with him. He trembled with the need to take her. “Sheathe me.”
Immediately, she complied.
When their bodies touched, he lost control. He wanted her naked. He wanted to be inside her. And he wanted it right now.
Her hands were everywhere on his body as he fumbled with the lacings of her bustier. The more frustrated he became, the more desperate he was to have her. Where had his control gone?
Step by step, he guided her closer and closer to the bedroom.
“Fuck the corset.” In a single pull he ripped the laces, revealing her tender breasts. He was dying to have her. His erection was aching to the point of pain as he drove her against the wall. She released a sharp breath at the impact. Her arms snaked around his neck. Hands cupping her ass, he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Bracing her against the wall, he reached between her thighs, moved the little scrap of material, then with a single thrust, buried himself inside her.
It was a primitive act that excited him beyond belief.
Relief came in a groan that shook him. He took her hard and fast. She was wild in his arms. Her need was as great as his. Instead of soft whimpers, cries filled the air.
“Come for me, Candice.”
Her scream of ecstasy met his groan as he exploded, his seed ripping down his shaft like steam from an engine. Her pussy gripped him, then contracted, pulsing and squeezing the last bit of energy from him.
Candice’s couldn’t breathe. What an unbelievable experience. The passion and fire was uncontrollable. She f
elt wild and free. Her chest filled with emotion. She fought back the tears filling her eyes. No. She wouldn’t cry—not even tears of joy.
His lips were soft, nuzzling her neck. The scent of sex, his spicy cologne, garlic and tomato sauce teased her nose. Oh no. She’d forgotten about supper. “Master, the lasagna.”
He laughed. “You weren’t dinner?” As she tried to escape his arms, he grasped a handful of hair, stopping her. He pulled her back into his arms and his hot gaze slipped down her body. His lips barely touched hers. His mouth moved across hers so gently. The moment was so tender, so soft that she struggled to swallow her happiness. Then he took her in a masterful kiss that left no doubt he was back in control.
The blare of the oven timer drove them apart. “Saved by the bell.” His eyes were still dark with passion. “Dessert in bed?”
A few quick nods were her answer. “Shall I dress, Master?”
“No.” His palm cupped a breast, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple into a taut nub. “I want to be able to touch and watch you throughout dinner. You look so sexy in those stockings.” He stroked her with his voice.
Having him naked was also a benefit. She loved to watch his muscles flex, especially the one between his thighs.
It seemed awkward walking around with her breasts exposed, but each time he gazed at her with hunger in his eyes, she found the courage. Within minutes, dinner was on the table and they began to eat.
A large bite of lasagna disappeared in Gordon’s mouth. He chewed. “Playtime is over for the moment, Candice. Let’s just talk.” He broke a breadstick in two and continued to eat and talk at the same time. “I’m really going to miss spending Christmas with my family. But I’m glad I’m here with you.” He reached over and tweaked her nipple, making her squeal. He kissed her softly. Then he drew back laughing. “My nieces and nephews are a handful.” Another bite disappeared. “My two sisters have five children between them. Counting my brother John’s kids, that makes nine total.”