“Well, I don't think buying a dead woman a diamond bracelet is an adequate coping mechanism. It's fucking frivolous. Guess that's why I lost it. Karma burned me in the asshole for being dumb.”
“You lost it?”
“Yeah, in the mall. Had it gift wrapped and everything.” James slipped his hand beneath the blanket and tweaked her nipple. Maddy gasped.
“The downtown mall?”
James gently nudged her back onto the bed. He climbed over her, pulling the blanket down as he lowered his head to her stomach. He was ready for breakfast—a wet, hot taste of delicious pussy. “Yes, it was the downtown mall.” He kissed her soft pale flesh, more than ready to continue what they started last night. His cock was hard and aching to plunge inside her.
“What did the package look like?”
James' head popped up. “It doesn't matter. Now shut up and let me give you a Christmas present.” He began to dip lower but Maddy arched her hips and pulled a fast move, slipping away from him. She didn't bother to cover up and sauntered naked to the corner of the room and started rifling through her purse. He gazed at her perfect naked ass and stifled a groan, imaging bending her over then and there and fucking her from behind.
“Get back here,” James ordered. “I wasn't finished with you.”
Maddy ignored him, looking frantically through her bag. “Aha!” She grabbed the whole bag and skipped back over to the bed, a big smile on her beautiful face.
“Is this what you lost?” She produced a slender box, wrapped in pearl-colored paper and tied with a sparkly little red ribbon. James stared down at her hand in complete disbelief.
“Where did you find that?”
“My candle shop is right next to the jewelry store. I was closing up last night and I found this in the doorway. I knew the wrapping paper was from the jewelry store but by the time I managed to bring it back, the jewelry store was closed. I was going to take it by tomorrow so they could find who bought it.”
James stared at the box. What were the odds that she would be the one to find it? A rush of emotions more mixed than hardware store paint smacked him in the chest. In his line of work, James knew there were things that couldn't be explained and other things that happened for a reason. Caius introduced him to Maddy—a woman who'd come to life underneath his fingertips and met every lick and stroke with a fire that he didn't expect. Maddy, who allowed him into her body, her mind and her heart. After today, it would be back to dark alleys and sinister games, but for now, all he could see was her. He gently took the box from her hands.
“Do you believe in signs, Maddy?” He pulled on the ribbon, untying it. “I am a firm believer. I also believe that if you ignore the signs you get, then you don't live the life you are supposed to.” He flipped the box over and lifted the crease of the paper, pulling it completely off. The velvet box opened with a pop and displayed on a bed of red satin was a diamond tennis bracelet. Gently, he lifted it, grabbing Maddy's wrist.
“You can think I'm crazy. You can think that I am being rash, but I think I bought this for you.” He snapped the clasp shut, staring into Maddy's eyes. “You are the greatest Christmas present I could have ever asked for.”
Maddy stared at the bracelet, smiling down at the bling on her wrist. Unshed tears filled her eyes and James had a hard time controlling his own emotions. A faded image of Hannah came to him and what he saw eased any trepidation he’d had. She looked pleased, and maybe, just maybe she was responsible for Maddy finding that bracelet.
“This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me,” Maddy said, shifting her gaze from her wrist to James. “I will treasure this, always. Now, I would appreciate it if you would let me give you a little gift in return.”
He started to protest, letting her know that no reciprocation was necessary, but her fingers began toying with the buckle of his belt and he instantly shut the hell up.
Maddy's fingers played over the teeth of the zipper. James' cock was pulsing, growing harder and harder with each teasing touch. The metal of his belt clanked together as he unfastened it and popped the button on his fly. She gave him a wicked grin as she dipped her head down and grabbed the little metal tab of his zipper with her teeth. Her hair brushed against the skin of his stomach as she inched her way down until the zipper was completely undone. Delicate fingers tickled beneath his waist band as she tugged the jeans farther and farther down until his cock sprung completely free of his pants. There had never been a more valid reason for him to go commando than this moment.
A shiver went through his spine as a warm hand cupped his balls. He felt her tongue at the base of his shaft. With molten hot passes, she ran her mouth up and down the length of his hard cock. She wrapped her free hand around his wet member, still tickling and gently caressing his balls with the other. She paid excruciating attention to every inch of him, running her tongue around the edge of his head. Her strokes were long and tight. Maddy lifted her gaze just enough to meet James' liquid hot stare. She smiled at him before dipping her head down to take the entire length of his cock in her mouth.
James’ hips arched off the bed. Her tongue ran circles around his shaft as her mouth went up and down in tandem with her strokes. She squeezed him tighter, stroking harder. Her gentle moaning sent vibrations coursing through his cock, his balls and all the way down into his toes. His fingers threaded in her hair. His balls began to tighten and he knew that if she didn't slow down, he was going to explode right there.
“Let me...hang on...just...” James' tried to push her off. He was getting ready to come. Hard.
Maddy continued her tight strokes but lifted her mouth just barely. “You've tasted me. Now it's my turn.” She lowered her mouth back onto his throbbing cock.
James reveled in the feel of her heat, the wanton desire she had to know what he tasted like. Just the knowledge that she'd given him full permission to light of a rocket orgasm in her mouth was enough to send him into carnal overdrive. Normally he'd have to guide a woman, show her how to stroke, tell her how to lick his cock just right so that he could come, but Maddy knew just where to touch and taste.
The tightening in his balls came back full force. “Fuck,” he barked out as the pulsing of his cock grew stronger and stronger. Maddy moaned, never ceasing her strokes. His release was hard and hot. His breath caught in his chest. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come that hard or that quick.
Maddy slowly lifted her mouth from him. He started to roll over to get her a shirt from the floor, but she licked his shaft one last time.
“No need,” she said. Her lips were swollen and rosy pink. James stared at her in wonder and complete admiration. Not only did she just give him the most amazing head he'd ever received, but she swallowed. Damn. It was definitely one hell of a Christmas present.
Whatever he and Maddy shared may not be considered love, but they could sure as hell enjoy each other and learn to accept what life gave them, together. He had a reason to smile again.
On this day, of all days, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
“Merry Christmas, James.” Maddy leaned in to kiss him.
“Merry Christmas, Maddy. Hey, do you have plans for New Years?”
She grinned mischievously, beckoning him with her finger.
“I do now.”
The End.
Once Upon a Christmas Spanking
Copyright © 2010 Rachel Clark
"So I was online the other night ordering a new butt plug when my hubby says…"
Ally desperately tried to block out the rest of that sentence. What the hell possessed her to come to her sister’s girls-night-only Christmas party at her sister's house, with her sister's friends, on what was essentially a work night?
"So anyway, he suggests we try this other…" Oh God, how did she end up here? Her sister's friends were her sister's age—at least fifteen years older than Ally—older, wiser, more experienced and, holy heaven, so into talking about their sex lives that Ally felt certain she
could light the room with how much she was blushing.
"So, I'm on my third orgasm—"
"What?" Ally squawked before she could over think her telling reaction. "Third orgasm?"
The women gave her that look. Ally knew it well. The look that says she’s horribly naïve and maybe one day, if she tries really hard, she’ll know maybe half of what they do and feel grateful for it. Ally dropped her head, her face heating even more. Shit, if there was ever a reason to avoid older women this was the one.
"Ally?" her sister asked, the usual big sister concern for her younger sibling very clear in her voice. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Fine," she managed to choke out. "Terrific," and because she couldn't think of anything else to say followed it with, "I just thought multiple orgasms was a myth."
Delighted laughter filled the room and Ally really, really wished she had the power of invisibility. Alas, humanity had yet to evolve so she sat at the table feeling more and more embarrassed.
"Ally, you have so much to learn." Candace grinned wickedly, and Ally noticed the other women all wore matching smiles. "And we are just the girls to teach you."
****
After suffering through the longest blush in history, Ally finally opened the door to her apartment and tried to tiptoe inside. She blinked myopically as the tiny lights on the Christmas tree flashed and twinkled in her face but didn’t really light the way.
"Hey, babe," her husband said. "Did you have a good time?"
Crap. She jumped at the sound of his voice, belatedly realizing he sat in front of the television. She thrust the bag Candace had given her onto the bookshelf behind her, but the action gave her away, making her look guilty as sin.
Greg lifted off the lounge and walked casually toward her. "What ya got?"
Ally tried really hard to look innocent and not glance at the sparkly red bag filled with "gifts" from Candace. All the women had commented on how lucky she was that Candace received all these wonderful items in the mail just in time for Christmas.
Lucky? Yeah, right.
Lucky would be getting the bloody things hidden before her hubby found them. Considering he wore his trademark grin and feinted left to go right and she blocked the wrong side, lucky was not something she was feeling right now.
"What's this? A gift for me?" he asked playfully. She smiled, unable to resist his boyish charm. When it came to presents the man was really just a big kid. He loved getting them, he loved giving them…and he was opening the fucking bag…
Damn!
Greg looked puzzled at first and then started to smile wider with each item he pulled from the nasty-Christmas-bag-of-never-ending-embarrassment. Mortification rose anew and she briefly wondered if the sunburned lobster look would be permanent this time. Oh well, at least her blush was Christmassy.
"I thought you were playing macaroni poker?"
"We were…I mean…we did…they just, uh, talked about some other stuff, too."
"Stuff like freezable snowman dildos and Christmas themed butt plugs?" His grin split his face in the most handsome of ways and she was reminded of all the wonderful reasons she'd married him. Greg was nearly ten years older than her but she'd never felt out of her depth, never felt less than an adult in this relationship.
She tried for a rueful smile but the blush remained so she probably looked like some sort of ridiculous cartoon character. "Yes," she said, admitting defeat. "Christmas butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps with bells and multiple orgasms."
"And?" He took a step closer, crowding her against the wall. She looked at him in confusion. And what? Would this humiliation never end? He reached into the bag and pulled out one more item she hadn't seen Candace put in there.
Fluffy. Red. Handcuffs.
She swallowed as Greg dangled them in front of her face.
"I think," he said very seriously, "that we need to follow your sister’s advice."
Surprised by his eagerness to try something new, Ally squirmed just a little as heat pooled in her groin. He moved closer. Pressed her against the wall. "Clothes off," he ordered. He'd never been bossy in bed and Ally's reaction to his words surprised her. Her fingers moved immediately to the buttons of her shirt.
But, sanity finally kicked in. Good grief. She was a confident, well-educated woman in charge of her own life. She'd married Greg because he respected her independence, encouraged it even, so why the hell was she practically falling to her knees at two simple words? Okay, maybe not simple, the delivery was deep and sexy and full of promise, but still…
Ally tried a happy smile, even managed a sort of strangled laugh as she stepped away from the wall. But he caged her in, stopping her from leaving. "Did your friends tell you about your new toys?"
She nodded, swallowing again, trying to hide the melting sensation she felt as his deep, husky voice washed through her.
Some of the stories the ladies had shared belonged in the pages of a men's magazine. Raunchy, naughty, bold, daring—even stories of rushed liaisons in closets and sensual spankings—had filled the rest of the night. All of the women, without exception, were happily married, and Ally couldn't seem to reconcile the behavior they'd described with the fact that the men they spoke of were their husbands. Surely married couples settled into a quiet routine and gave up their wild, youthful sex romps, didn’t they?
But for her sister and her friends it seemed settling down was not what they'd done at all. Their sex lives had simply gotten hotter and more adventurous with the husbands they loved. Could she possibly follow their lead?
"Yes, they told lots of…um…interesting stories," she answered softly, trying to find the courage to ask for what she wanted.
"And?" Greg asked in a quiet voice. He shifted slightly, seeming to give her a way out both physically and emotionally.
"And I would like to try some of the stuff they described." God, how was it that she could blush again, even hotter this time?
"Good girl," he said, his voice so deep and smooth it made her think of melted chocolate. He stepped closer, trapping her against the wall again. "Now, clothes off." She hesitated, unsure what to make of this familiar man who seemed almost a stranger. He'd never spoken to her in that tone before, but then he smiled and the man she loved and trusted stood right there again.
She smiled back as she lifted her hands and began undoing buttons. Her fingers shook with both nerves and excitement and he reached up to still them with his own.
"Slowly," he ordered, and she shook even harder. She forced herself to concentrate, willed her hands not to shake as she slowly undid the last three buttons. He swept the material aside and ran his hand boldly across the top of her breasts.
"Pants," Greg demanded, hooking a finger into her bra strap. He pulled the material under her breasts. Her nipples immediately beaded, begging for his touch. He stopped, glanced down at her still hands and then watched her. Realizing he expected her to continue undoing her jeans, she quickly moved her hands back to the button. She fumbled with the fastening, breathing harder when Greg lowered to his knees and pressed a kiss to her belly.
As soon as she undid the zipper, he grabbed her hands and placed them flat against the wall behind her. "Don't move," he growled, curling his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and dragging the denim to her knees. She shook even harder as he did the same with her plain cotton panties.
He pressed his tongue into her belly button, tickling and laving the skin until she was on the verge of giggling, but then he slid his finger through the wet folds of her slit. She gasped as heat spiraled through her abdomen and lower.
"So wet," he said, as he pushed a finger deep into her pussy.
****
Greg swallowed hard, trying to rein in his rampaging desire. God, he'd never expected this. He'd held his dominant desires in check since meeting Ally. She didn’t even know about the BDSM lifestyle he’d lived before she’d met him. Two years ago he’d fallen deeply, irrevocably in love with this young woman and had happily given
up his wilder side for her. Greg had even convinced himself he was happy with their plain, ordinary, vanilla sex life.
But he'd been so very, very wrong.
He ran his fingers over the silky, slippery lips of his wife's pussy and prayed he wasn't about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
Erotic images danced in his head. Ally on her knees sucking his cock. Ally screaming his name as he forced her to orgasm over and over. Ally tied to the bed, her ass and pussy red and swollen from his attentions. God, he wanted it all, but would his young wife understand his darker needs?
He dropped his head lower, running his tongue over her mound, pressing deeper to find the sensitive nub of her clit. Her legs wobbled and she half slid down the wall. "Lock your knees," he said in a sharp tone he’d never used with her before. She froze, seemingly shocked by his words. He held his breath, terror stealing through him. Already his conscience screamed at him to apologize, to back away, find a way to undo the damage, but then she locked her knees, moaning as he stroked her harder with his fingers.
Greg stood and almost lost control when he saw her face. She glowed with embarrassment but he could see the excitement, feel it in her slight tremble. He wondered how he ever could've missed this side of her. He'd taken great care not to overwhelm her with his needs, to be careful and gentle and respectful and she'd never given any indication that she felt less than happy.
But now? Now he could see something else—a willingness to explore, a decision to experience something deeper. God he hoped he was reading her correctly. If he wasn't, his actions in the next few minutes could end an otherwise happy marriage.
That thought stopped him cold. He'd already made the decision to ignore his dominant tendencies two years ago when he'd met her. Was it even fair to change his mind? She moaned low and long, quite thoroughly derailing his thought processes. At that moment he knew there was no turning back. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'd deal with the fallout.
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