Let it Snow

by Suzan Butler, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cari Quinn, Vivienne Westlake, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent

  "You won't do anything from behind?"

  "Not a thing. You'll be able to see me the whole time."

  "Then I want to try."

  "Brave girl. I'm going to start with your legs." Finn reached into the box and extracted the larger pair of cuffs. He was slow and deliberate as he attached them, planting a kiss on each ankle before clipping it to a corner of the foot-board. "Colour?"

  "Green."

  "Good." Finn reached to the floor and pulled a ball from the toy bag he'd set there when he came in, and placed it in Mac's left hand. He fastened a cuff to her wrist and kissed it before clipping it to the left corner of the headboard. He reached into his bag for another ball. He gently disengaged Mac's right hand from her collar and placed the ball in her palm. "Colour?"

  "Green."

  "Excellent." He fastened the remaining cuff and kissed her wrist before he clipped it to the headboard. He rested his forehead on hers for a moment. "Colour, love?"

  "Green."

  "Safewords?"

  "Yellow for a minute or change, red to bail. If I drop a ball, it means red."

  "You've been such a good girl this year, Santa has a nice treat for his sub." Finn kissed his way down Mac's body, stopping to suck on a nipple, giving it a sharp nip before doing the same to the other.

  Mac arched her back and clenched the muscles in her pussy in answer to the zing that travelled straight from her nipple to her cunt. "Oh shit, Finn."

  "Are you saying you'd like more?"

  "Please."

  "Not this time, love. Santa still has a treat to deliver." Finn kissed his way down to Mac's belly button, then shifted himself between her legs and licked from the bottom of her weeping slit to her clit, where he lingered, tickling random patterns over it with the tip of his tongue.

  Mac moaned and lifted her hips upward, seeking more. Finn adjusted, allowing only feather-light contact between tongue and clit. He circled her entrance with a finger a few times before sliding in and playing with her G-spot.

  The man was infuriating. "Pleeeease," Mac whimpered, frantically bucking her hips.

  Finn reached up with his free hand and gave her nipple a rough pinch. "Be a good girl and hold still. You'll get what you need."

  Finn continued teasing her until her pussy was dribbling down to her asshole. He lubricated his pinky with her fluid before pressing the very tip of it against her rosette. He took her clit into his mouth, and sucked in time with his finger-strokes to her G-spot until she was on the verge of coming. As she went over, he steadily eased his pinky in her ass up to his third knuckle and held it perfectly still, slipping it out again as her orgasm subsided. "Colour, love?"

  "Christmas tree green."

  "Good to know. I don't usually like to deviate from the originally scheduled programme, but I think I'll make an exception. While you're sucking my cock, you may have the Rabbit, provided you also have your ass plugged."

  "If it means more orgasms, I can be flexible."

  "Good girl." Finn grabbed the Rabbit and lube from the bedside table before reaching into the toy-bag for a small butt plug. He slid the Rabbit into her sodden pussy and set it on low. "How are you doing, love?"

  "I'd like an orgasm now."

  He snapped the lid of lube open and squirted a dollop on his fingers. "Patience, sweetheart." He spread it around her anus and easily sneaked his pinky in and out. He squeezed more into his palm and slathered it all over the plug before placing it at her back entrance. He increased the speed on the Rabbit and applied steady pressure to the plug until it was fully seated. "Colour, love?"

  With the Rabbit driving Mac towards a nice big orgasm, she barely noticed the plug as it slid inside her. "Still really green."

  "I'm so proud of you." Finn withdrew from between Mac's legs and kissed his way back up her body, taking extra time and care with her nipples. "I want to clamp these, but tonight is only about pleasure. We'll leave pain for another time."

  He straddled her chest, wedging his thighs beneath her up-stretched arms so his cock was directly in front of her face. He placed a hand behind Mac's skull and tilted her head forward while he grasped the base of his cock with the other. "Open." Mac's lips parted and Finn slowly fed his cock into her eager mouth.

  "Mmm, that feels good, baby." He slid most of the way out. "Now suck hard." He gave a few quick, shallow pumps before he eased his way in, almost to her tonsils, then he held still. "Swallow, and don't stop until I tell you, love."

  With each swallow, he barely nudged the tip of his cock against the back of her throat before retreating again, careful to avoid making her gag. When she started moaning, he knew it was time to move on and he gradually pulled his shaft free of her mouth. "So good, love, but I don't want to come yet. I've a couple more places I need to be. Colour?"

  "I'm still green."

  "Excellent. I can see you're a little tied up, so I guess I'll have to dress myself for the occasion." He lifted his leg over to get off Mac's chest, snagged a condom, and rolled it on.

  He checked the circulation in Mac's hands and feet then knelt between her legs. "Right love, the plug stays, but I'll be filling in for the Rabbit. Colour?"

  "Nice and green."

  He turned the Rabbit off and set it to the side. "Wonderful. Would you like to come?"

  "Boy would I ever."

  "Good." She moaned and clenched her teeth as he slid inside. He latched onto her right thigh for leverage as he thrust deep. He snatched the bullet and set it buzzing against her clit. He was tempted to let her come now, but he really wanted her good and needy before he tried to fuck her ass. He considered for a moment, then decided not to stretch this session out much longer. She'd been such a trouper and he wanted the night to end on a high note. He removed the bullet and withdrew his cock. "It's time, baby. Colour?"

  "Not so green."

  "Are you yellow, love?"

  "Not quite."

  "Let's talk for a minute then. What are you scared of?"

  "Bad hurt."

  "Have I given you any bad hurt tonight?"

  "Yes."

  Finn raised a single eyebrow at her. "What was bad hurt and why didn't you say anything?"

  "You pinched my nipple, but I knew I deserved it."

  Finn chuckled. Okay. Was that really bad hurt, or are you just stalling?"

  "Stalling," she confessed. "You didn't really give me any bad hurt."

  "And how are you feeling with the plug?"

  "Weird, but it doesn't hurt."

  "I'm bigger than the plug, but I will do everything I can to keep you from feeling bad hurt, okay?"

  "I know. You promised me tonight was all I can come, and I'm sure I can come more than this."

  "I'll make sure you get to come as much as you want. I bet I'll even make you come while I'm fucking your ass."

  "I bet you won't."

  "You're on. What do you want if you win?"

  "If I don't come while you're fucking my ass, you don't ever get to fuck it again."

  "Alright, but if I do make you come while fucking your ass, you have to wear the butt plug of my choice all day tomorrow, and I get to fuck your ass any time I want."

  "I don't know, you sound way too confident."

  "Do we have a deal, or not? The longer you stall, the longer you have to wait for your orgasms."

  "Deal."

  "Brave girl. Too bad you're going to lose. I have just the plug in mind for you tomorrow."

  "I'll take my chances. My luck's been holding out pretty well so far."

  "We'll see. Colour?"

  "Green."

  "Here we go then." Finn replaced the Rabbit in Mac's pussy and turned it on the lowest setting. He squeezed a large puddle of lube into his palm and coated his cock thoroughly. Then he carefully removed the plug and positioned the lube at her anus and squeezed some into her rectum before inserting a finger to spread it around. He positioned the tip of his cock and paused. "Colo
ur, love?"

  "Green," she squeaked.

  "Good girl. Push out as I push in. It'll make things go much smoother." Finn flipped the switch and increased the Rabbit's speed and leaned in, using the weight of his body to provide steady pressure. "Breathe, baby, you need to breathe. Slow, steady breaths, in and out. Almost there, love." As he felt her slight push, he leaned a little harder, and there it was, that pop of cock breaching ass. "Colour love?"

  "Yellow."

  "Okay, we're going to rest for a minute and let you get used to it. The hardest part is over, you know. The head is inside you. Any pain?"

  She paused before answering. "No. A little burn, but no bad pain."

  "Perfect. It'll feel nothing but good, really soon, I promise."

  "You and your damn promises."

  "Colour?"

  "I'm closing in on green."

  "Excellent." Finn resumed his steady pressure and kept going until his body was flush with hers. "There we go, baby. All in. Still green?"

  "Yes."

  "Then, it's orgasm time." He increased the speed on the vibrator and pulled out leaving just the head inside. He drizzled more lube over his cock and pushed back in to the hilt and held for a moment as he studied Mac's face. She had an almost serene smile on her face and she still held the balls in her hands. He braced his hands on her hips and withdrew to the head one more time before he was certain she was ready for him to fuck her. He pumped in and out, his momentum increasing with each thrust.

  Mac threw her head back and let out a high-pitched whine as her hips gyrated and her legs shook.

  With Mac in the throes of her orgasm, Finn picked up the pace, hammering at her furiously. When she came again, he let go and erupted with such intensity, he was a little concerned for the integrity of the condom. "Colour, love?"

  "Holly jolly green."

  "Perfect. I'm going to pull out and get you loose. Then I'll be back to clean you up." He bit back a sigh of relief as he pulled out and saw the condom had survived the encounter. He unclipped Mac's restraints and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before retreating to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a warm, damp cloth. He was surprised to feel a hand on his back, and turned to see Mac sporting a huge grin. "You were supposed to stay put and I was going to come and take care of you."

  "I thought a shower together would be better."

  "I love the way you think, baby."

  "I love you, Finn."

  Finn stared at Mac for a moment, a little stunned. Somewhere inside, he was sure she loved him, but he didn't think she was ready to say it out loud. He swung her off her feet as he grabbed her in a tight hug and said, "I love you too, Mac," before he kissed her silly.

  ***

  Mac checked the caller ID, and grinned as she answered, "Merry Christmas, Sully." She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. She almost yelped when the plug in her ass started vibrating, and she silently vowed never to bet against Finn again.

  "Merry Christmas, gorgeous. Was Santa good to you?"

  "Santa was very good to me. And so were you. I don't know how to thank you for always giving me exactly what I needed at precisely the right time."

  "It's a Dom thing. As for thanking me, how about letting me off the hook for those two favours to be named later?"

  "No way, there is not a sub on the planet who would give up unspecified favours from a Dom. Best Christmas ever."

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  THREE STRIKES

  A Den of Sin Series Novella

  Holley Trent

  Copyright

  © Holley Trent November 2014

  All Rights Reserved.

  Three Strikes is a work of complete fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictional or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  WARNING: this story contains adult situations including sex and strong language. It is not intended for consumption by minors (age of majority as specified by your territory of residence).

  Author’s Note

  Three Strikes is a story set in the multi-author, erotic romance continuity series Den of Sin, which is currently in its third season. The characters in this story were introduced in a short story entitled Two Strikes. You don’t need to have read Two Strikes to enjoy Three Strikes, but doing so may shed light on Max and Giselle’s unique dynamic and the hotel Giselle works in.

  Two Strikes is free at most major e-book vendors and also downloadable as a PDF file at http://www.holleytrent.com. At only 5,000 words, you can probably finish it during your lunch break before diving in to this sizzling follow-up.

  To learn more about other stories in the Den of Sin, please visit http://www.denofsinseries.com.

  ~Holley

  Chapter One

  “Oh my God.”

  Giselle Burke leaned against the ice sculpture’s base and closed her eyes tight. She tightened her grip around the cold cylinder in her gloved right hand as the nebulous memories of the past few minutes congealed.

  Her heart pounded. Blood rushed to her head, and suddenly, she felt as though her brain was spinning around like a roulette wheel.

  Shit. She hadn’t even made a bet.

  Her knees wobbled. She slid down the base to the floor and buried her face against her knees. Round and around her mind spun, and instead of the little ball in her imagination landing on black or red, it settled onto a brand new memory she’d just as soon keep repressed.

  Her thumb slipped over the rounded end of the rod she held
, and she opened her eyes to confirm the truth.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  She let the ice dick fall to the marble floor, and it didn’t even have the decency to shatter. Maybe it would have if it’d been larger.

  She giggled a bit manically at the thought. The Hotel Beaudelaire’s Den of Sin events were known in part for their lavish seasonal décor, and the owner, Henri Beaudeliare, spared no expense when it came to finishing touches. Given the clout the man had in New Orleans’ hospitality industry, vendors bent over backwards—and would probably take it up the ass—to please him. But with this, he’d fucked up.

  He should have been more specific. A life-size, Michelangelo-esque ice sculpture at The Den should have come with a really magnificent cock. She couldn’t even chill a soda with the two-inch ice bullet on the floor.

  She sighed and tipped her head back to look at the deformed man. The returning memory lined up with the evidence. Ice Man’s hands, gesturing toward the empty ballroom, were missing several fingers. Ice Man had a gash where his mouth had been.

  She leaned just so and discovered that Ice Man also had a knife in his back.

  That was her knife. Her grandmamma had given it to her when Giselle turned fifteen. Usually, she kept it in her purse for protection during those late walks home. She didn’t want to think too hard about how it’d ended up in an ice nude. The rest of the memory would probably come back to her soon enough, just like all the others.