Twelve Quickies Of Christmas 4: Just A Little Magic

by Kate Douglas

  “Not yet,” she said. Quickly she tied his feet to the bedposts, spreading his legs wide and securing him so he couldn’t free himself.

  Dom tugged lightly at the restraints, then grinned. “Have you been reading my mind?” he asked. “This is my ultimate fantasy…a beautiful woman tying me to the bed and having her way with me.”

  Beth sat back on her heels and laughed. “No, haven’t read your mind, but we’re doing my fantasy, not yours. It’s merely your luck that we share this one.” She leaned over and kissed Dom on the lips. He kissed her back, raising his head to follow her as she pulled back.

  Beth got up from the bed and found the little electronic egg. She’d carefully washed it and checked to make sure the batteries were good. Now she covered it with a lubricant before crawling back on the bed and kneeling between Dom’s legs. “I’ve always wanted to take a man in my mouth and make him come,” she said, softly stroking Dom’s huge erection. “I’ve never done it before. Is that okay with you?”

  Dom’s laughter ended in a choking sound. “Okay? You think I’d complain about that? Is that why you tied me up?”

  “Partially.” Beth leaned over and drew his cock into her mouth. The flesh was smooth, hot, the taste a little salty. It made her blood run hot, her heart beat fast. She fondled Dom’s balls between her fingers and he thrust himself forward as if reaching for her touch. Beth took the egg and rubbed it over his cock, along the length of the shaft, up and down as she traced the same movements with her tongue. After a few moments, she turned on the remote so that the egg vibrated against Dom’s erection.

  He moaned, lifting his hips as he thrust against the vibrations, against Beth’s lapping tongue.

  She ran her fingers along his balls, rolling each round sac between her fingers, and heard Dom’s breath catch in his throat. With one finger, she traced the crease from his scrotum to his ass, rubbing the sensitive flesh back and forth, over and over.

  Dom twisted against the restraints, his breath huffing out in short gasps. Beth found the little tube of lubricant and quickly massaged the opening around his ass, rimming the puckered flesh, occasionally breaching the opening. Dom moaned, but he didn’t say a word.

  She penetrated him again and again with her finger, each time finding the entrance easier, the muscles relaxing.

  Quickly, before Dom could figure out her intentions, Beth shoved the mechanical egg up his ass. Only the little removal string remained outside. The minute she inserted it, Dom went still.

  Too still.

  “What the hell are you doing?” He didn’t sound particularly happy.

  “What do you think?”

  “Did you just shove that egg up my ass?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see.” Beth leaned over and drew his cock between her lips, suckling him deep and hard. At the same time, she hit the little button on the remote control.

  Dom jumped. Beth bit down, then settled into a slow, sensual rhythm. She raised the vibrations on the egg. Dom’s cock got bigger, harder. He moaned, tugging at the restraints.

  She heard him muttering under his breath. oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…

  Beth hit the “tumble” button.

  Dom cried out, arched his back and his cock convulsed. Beth caught the spurting semen, suckling him hard, her mouth covering him and taking everything he could give her.

  She reduced the rate of vibration, finally easing the egg to the off position. Dom lay gasping on the bed, his cock still rock hard between her lips, his balls drawn up tight to his body. His trembling body. The body that was still tied tightly to the bedposts.

  Beth slowly suckled along the length of his softening cock, then turned the remote back on low. Dom immediately got hard again.

  “Ohmygod.” He raised his head, his eyes still covered by the blindfold. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

  “Do you like it?” Beth sat back on her heels and grinned. She slowly raised the vibration level on the egg. Dom’s cock twitched, expanded, then bobbed in a lonely circle.

  “Hell, yes.” He tugged once more at the restraints. “I really, really want to fuck you, though. Is that in your plan?”

  “Oh yeah…” Beth scooted forward along Dom’s chest, finally reaching a point where her pussy was at lip level. Without any instruction, Dominic leaned forward and began suckling at her needy clit. His tongue gained entrance and he lapped at the juices flowing freely from her pussy. It felt so fantastic Beth pushed the next button on the remote.

  Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… Dom bucked beneath her and bit down on her clit. Beth bit back a scream, scooted back down his body and hovered over his straining cock. She grabbed a condom out of the table by her bed and carefully sheathed him, spending an inordinate amount of time smoothing the latex down over his swollen cock.

  Slowly, so very slowly, she eased herself down over him. She felt his hard shaft enter, stretching and throbbing against her vaginal walls, slipping into the wet and ready place she kept for him.

  Raising and lowering herself over his huge cock, Beth felt her climax growing. Unwilling to go alone, she increased the speed on the egg, sending it into that tumbling mode Dom was so proud of.

  He thrust into her, hard and solid and hot, so very hot, his cry echoing in her small room. Beth took him deep inside herself, crying out as he did, her thighs clamping down on his hips, her mouth latching on to the taut nipple on the left side of his chest, just over his rapidly beating heart.

  He came into her over and over again, each thrust of his hips claiming another piece of her heart. Finally, long moments later, Beth turned off the remote and Dom stilled within her embrace.

  “Payback?” he whispered, his voice breaking with each gasping breath.

  “Not really.” Beth quietly untied the restraints holding his hands and feet and removed the blindfold. “I wanted you to experience what I did, that sense of no control, of pure physical sensation.” She looked into his dark eyes. “Did you feel it?”

  “Oh yeah.” Dom reached up and kissed her, hard on the lips. “Oh yeah, my love. I felt it. Shit. Did I ever.”

  Chapter 5

  They showered together. Sex while standing under a cascade of steaming water was something Beth figured she could become addicted to. Dom lifted her so easily, wrapping her legs around his waist, filling her with his huge cock and never missing a beat, even when she accidentally kicked the faucet with her left foot and turned off the hot water.

  Contrary to common belief, the icy blast had absolutely no effect on Dom’s libido. Of course, he got the temperature adjusted in record time without missing a stroke.

  He caressed her thighs, grabbing her round cheeks in both hands and holding her close, thrusting with long, smooth strokes that filled her with heat and fire and need. Sobbing, she broke in his arms, her climax tearing out a little piece of her heart with each pulsing contraction.

  Dom cried out as well, a shout of triumph, of pure masculine joy. He wrapped his arms tightly around Beth and slowly slid down the wall until they sat together on the floor of the big shower, steaming water cascading over the two of them.

  She could still feel him inside her, erect and filling her more completely than she’d ever been.

  Dom kissed her ear, the sensitive line of her jaw. “My God, Beth. I am one lucky elf. You’re magic…who you are, what you do to me. I felt it the first time I saw you, standing out there in the snow with a look of total disbelief on your face.” He chuckled. Beth felt his stomach move beneath her clasping thighs. “I’ve heard it can happen like this, heard about guys who found the one they were meant to find. I never dreamed I’d find you.”

  He hugged her close, his lips buried in her wet hair.

  Beth kissed Dom’s neck as the water sluiced over her back and shoulders, thankful it disguised her flowing tears. There’d been no warning, no wake-up call, no sign that this Christmas Day would be the most bittersweet of her life.

  She’d gone an
d fallen in love with a man with delusions of Santa, a man who thought he was a Christmas elf, who believed in magic and flying reindeer and Santa Claus. A man who, despite his peculiar beliefs, was perfect in every way.

  Dom tilted her chin up and kissed her. His dark hair was slicked down around his face and his eyes sparkled with laughter, as if they shared a most beguiling secret. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are? How much I love what we are together?” He kissed her again, then trailed tiny kisses across her jaw. His tongue touched the side of her mouth, then followed the trail of her tears.

  Gently, he kissed the corner of her eye, then her temple. “Tears? Either you’re crying, or the water in this town has way too high a salt content.”

  “It’s nothing.” Beth ducked her head, unwilling to look at him. How could she tell him it was everything? She untangled herself from his embrace and clambered awkwardly to her feet and turned off the water.

  “C’mon.” She held her hand out and Dom grabbed it. Looking down at their entwined fingers made her want to cry again. Beth took a deep breath instead and led Dom into the bedroom.

  * * * * *

  The pale winter sunlight barely lighted the dark corners of Beth’s bedroom. She lay there, naked, caught in a tangle of sheets, the room awash in the sweet/pungent scent of sex and sweat. Dom slept, one arm thrown over his head, stretching toward the headboard. The other was curled close to his chest.

  Beth watched him, wondering how she could possibly let this man go. He wanted her to come with him, to see the plant in Akron, to meet the members of the Santa Committee, the board of elders.

  They were elves, he said. Elves just like him. He’d swept his hair back and, though she had to admit his ears did have a bit of a point to them, it certainly wasn’t enough to convince her.

  She thought of her job, the daily grind she truly loved, the fact that her ability for organizing kept her boss on time for his meetings and in good graces with both his wife and his mistress. Then she compared it to the last twenty-four hours she’d spent with a madman.

  There was no other way to describe him. Dom made her laugh, made her forget her pragmatic, organized world, and he made sweet, wonderful love to her. He took her to heights she’d only imagined, tasting and touching her in places she’d barely known existed on her own body.

  He’d managed to put that purple penis to shame, but not until he’d put it to lots of good use.

  It was also one of his products—at least he said it was.

  And that was the problem. Could she really trust a man who believed in Santa Claus? Who said he was an elf, explained how he took his directions from a governing board of elves? Could she tie her future to a stranger who believed in magic, who waited for the flying reindeer to come back and rescue him?

  It made Beth want to weep. Damn it, how could she have fallen in love with a nut?

  * * * * *

  Beth awoke early the morning after Christmas. The room was a dismal gray, awash in the thin sunlight of an early winter’s morning. She ached in places she’d hardly noticed before and was decidedly aware of a tenderness between her legs that was definitely new.

  The place beside her was empty, the indention on the pillow the only proof anyone had shared her bed. Aware of a hollowness deep inside, a premonition of utter dread, Beth grabbed her robe and headed for the kitchen.

  Dom sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. He wore dark slacks and a white dress shirt. A coat and tie hung neatly over the back of one of her kitchen chairs. The black hairs on the back of his hands and the day’s growth of beard shadowing his hollow cheeks gave him a ruthless appearance, even dressed as he was.

  Dom looked up as she hovered there in the doorway. His eyes were dark, hidden beneath sooty lashes. He stared solemnly at Beth for a long moment, then sighed. “Are you sure you won’t come with me? I contacted headquarters. My ride will be here in about fifteen minutes.”

  “What? Eight tiny reindeer and a little bell-covered sleigh?” She couldn’t even hide the bitterness in her voice, didn’t try. Without giving Dom a chance to answer her sarcastic question, she demanded, “Where did the clothes come from? All you had was the Santa suit.”

  Dom blinked, as if suddenly aware, for the first time, he was wearing something entirely different. “I can’t wear a Santa suit today. Christmas is over. It reverted.”

  “Reverted?” Beth swallowed back the little squeak that threatened to escape. “What do you mean, ‘reverted?’“

  “The red suit is Santa’s business suit. This is mine. It was red velvet when I needed red velvet. Now I need a dark suit, so that’s what it is. It’s just a small magic, but really handy. You can’t expect me to go back to Akron dressed like Santa. People would think I was nuts.” He spread his hands wide, as if his explanation made perfect sense.

  Beth felt the tears threatening again. “I can’t go to Akron with you, Dom. I have a life here, a job I need and love.” I can’t tie my future to a madman. She folded her hands across her chest in what she knew was a purely defensive position. It would be so easy to go with him, so easy to throw away everything she had worked for, just throw it all away for love.

  Dom sighed. His big shoulders drooped. He folded his hands together on the table in front of him, but for all the vulnerability in his pose, his voice was pure, masculine intransigence. “I wish you’d tell me why. Why can’t you believe? We may have only known each other a couple days, but we have something so special we’d be fools to let it go. I recognized it the moment I saw you. You can’t possibly deny that you feel it too! Beth, you complete me. You make me feel like the man I should be. I woke up this morning thinking how depressed I should have been, knowing the Santa job didn’t go to me, and then I looked at you sleeping beside me and realized I didn’t care a bit about being Santa. I was relieved I wouldn’t have that hanging over my head, wouldn’t have to worry about having my wife approved by the Santa Committee.”

  “What?” Beth took a step forward, into the kitchen. She wasn’t sure which statement affected her more—the fact he was still talking about that dumb Santa Committee or the fact they wouldn’t have to approve his wife.

  “What do you mean, the committee has to approve your wife?”

  “If I had been selected as Santa, my choice for Mrs. Claus would have to meet certain requirements. She’d have to be jolly and sweet and love to bake cookies, she’d have to love children and be willing to help care for the reindeer and accept the fact that her husband will be away every Christmas. Some women just aren’t cut out for the job.”

  “Oh.” What else could she say? Obviously the delusion was a major part of Dom’s existence. “I guess it doesn’t matter who you marry, now you’re out of contention for the job, then. That should be a relief.” Beth bit her lower lip, ashamed at the sarcasm in her reply.

  “It matters to me.” Dom stood up, suddenly filling the small kitchen with barely restrained emotion. “I hardly know you, but I can honestly say I love you, Beth. I want you to come to Akron as my wife, dammit, but I can see that you’re just humoring me. Until you can believe that what I say is true, there’s no chance for us. No chance at all.”

  Suddenly he raised his head. “My ride is here.” He flipped a red business card down on her table. “If you change your mind, if you realize you have it in you to accept the magic, to believe, call me.” He looked down at the little card, then back at Beth. “You, me…we’re magic. Can’t you see that? Call me, Beth. I’ll be waiting.”

  He grabbed his coat and tie, slung them over his arm and headed for the door. As he passed Beth, Dom leaned over and kissed her. She knew it was meant to be a punishing, angry kiss, but her heart practically broke under the love she felt in Dom’s touch.

  Still, it was too soon, too much, too unbelievable.

  Dom broke the kiss and stepped back. He stared at Beth for a long, tension-filled moment, then opened the front door and practically ran down the front steps.

  A long, blac
k limo waited in front of Beth’s house. Steam billowed from the exhaust though she couldn’t hear a motor running. The windows were dark, but tiny bells hung from the radio antennae. The front door opened and a little man dressed all in green climbed out of the car. He bowed deeply to Dom, sweeping his pointed cap off his head as he opened the door to the back seat.

  His ears were just as pointed as his cap. Beth could practically see the twinkle in his eyes from her doorway. He closed the door behind Dom, jumped into the front seat and the limo pulled silently out into the snow-covered street. As Beth watched, the back of the limo seemed to sparkle as if it were lost in a storm of fairy dust.

  Then it simply disappeared.

  Chapter 6

  By ten A.M. Beth had quit her job and arranged for a real estate agent to give an appraisal on her house. By airplane, it should have taken Dom about four hours to reach his office. Beth wasn’t sure how long it took by magic limo.

  Still, her hand was shaking when she picked up the phone. Her mouth was so dry she could barely make herself heard when Dom’s warm baritone sounded on the line.

  “I love you, Dom. How do I find you? There’s only a phone number on the card, no address. Will you forgive me? Do you really love me?”

  She hadn’t meant to sound so desperate, hadn’t meant to beg…hadn’t realized how empty her house would feel with Dom not in it.

  How empty her life could be after knowing him. She couldn’t face another day without him, couldn’t face her life without Dom in it. How could he have burrowed so deeply into her heart in a mere matter of hours?

  It had to be magic.

  “I love you more than life itself. Can you be packed and ready to go in half an hour? It’ll take me that long to arrange for transportation.”

  Beth giggled, imagining the magic limo landing in her neighborhood. “What do I need?”