by Christy Poff
He decided to use an Irish accent to prolong the surprise and his ruse worked until she told him her master would never share her unless their relationship had ended.
"You don't have to. Untie me and leave the blindfold. I'll remove it after you leave and you can tell him whatever you wish. I won't say anything."
Her words cut through him like a knife. He knew she loved him but never realized how much until this moment. He couldn't say anything—he had no answers for her. He'd never been with someone as loyal to him as Carole. Vicky sure as hell never had been, taking a lover months after their marriage.
"Hello?"
He listened to the surf pounding as it came in, having no clue what to do next.
"Untie me and leave. I don't even know you, so you're safe."
Kris untied her except for the blindfold then sat back on the bench, his mind racing. He prayed she wouldn't be mad at him. He'd tried something and it had backfired. He counted on her recognizing his touch and mind-boggling sex afterwards followed by his proposal. Positive he'd screwed every chance he'd ever had with her, he waited for her to react to what had just happened.
Slowly, she sat up. She obviously intended to keep her word about waiting until the mysterious visitor had left, guaranteeing his anonymity. Unknowingly, she seduced him and it aroused him more knowing she had no clue what she did to him. His breath caught when she removed the blindfold. He didn't realize he held it, afraid of startling her and making matters worse.
Instead, she put her hands to her face and sobbed. Kris wanted to go to her but she had to make the first move. It killed him to do this but he couldn't very well hold her when he wasn't supposed to be there. God, I screwed up royally...
Kristofer Masters watched her, his heart broken. She finally looked up, her gaze fixed on his jeans laying on the other lounge. She stared at them, realization evidently sinking in. More tears streamed down her face, her body shaking.
He couldn't take it any longer. He went to her, his arm around her.
"I'm so sorry. I should never have..."
"What the hell was it—a test?"
"What?"
"Was that a test? Did I pass?"
"What are you talking about? I wanted to surprise you and screwed up royally. I should never..."
"That's right! You shouldn't have. What did you expect—I'd be so lonely because you had to stay back in the States that I'd jump into bed with the first man to come along so I'd have a good Christmas?"
"No, I never meant for you to think that. I wanted to surprise you figuring once you felt my touch, you'd know who was taking your gorgeous body. I would never share you with anyone. I made that promise and I have remained true to my word."
"Then why the hell did you even think to suggest I'd go back on my word? My God, Kris, I loved you with everything."
"Loved?"
"What?'
"You used the word loved—past tense."
"Right now, I'm not sure what I'm saying. You come here and test me..."
"I wasn't testing you."
"Excuse me if I see things differently."
"I am so sorry. I wanted to give you everything—this house, the gifts you haven't opened, an engagement ring..."
"How can you when you're still married to Vicky?"
"The decree was finally signed by a judge less than twelve hours ago. I came to you with no attachments and free to marry you as soon as you wanted to. I screwed up and I'm sorry. I'll leave and you can do what you want—stay or go back to the States—it's up to you.” He turned and started to leave.
"Wait a minute. You can't give me news like that and then walk out of my life."
"I had the impression you just threw me out of your life."
"You said the divorce is final. You aren't married to..."
"Nope and when and if she reads the final decree, she won't be happy because she signed away her rights to ever take me to court again. She got everything she wanted but alimony and, since she has no clue about this property or the place I bought you in Colorado..."
"Colorado?"
"I intended to give it to you for a wedding gift because you love snow but I guess that's out the window."
"Kris, I..."
"Carole?"
He turned to see her falling to the floor unconscious. He went to her, gently lifting her onto the chaise. He took an ice cube and drew it across her forehead hoping to get a reaction. A few minutes later, she stirred. When her eyes opened, she stared at him.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure. Did you say marriage?"
"Yes, free and clear."
"And you still want to..."
"Will you marry me?"
His hand took hers, holding it tightly. His life depended on her next answer.
"I will,” she said. “Can you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive."
* * * *
Carole couldn't believe what she saw in front of her—Kris’ jeans. How could he do this to me? How could he test me like this after everything we've gone through over the last several years? How dare he do this to me?
Rage and hurt coursed through her. They had an argument about what had just occurred and it hurt her to stand in front of him, naked and baring her soul while he treated her like she was Vicky. Everything he said filled her mind like a jigsaw puzzle needing to be solved.
"...I'll leave and you can do whatever..."
The words burned her—he'd caused this and now he wanted to leave? Then he mentioned a house in Colorado—an intended wedding gift. Kris had given her what she wanted for Christmas and instead of kissing him and doing other things to please him, she shrieked at him. He wanted to marry her, no longer tied to Victoria Masters and Carole fought with him. Her mind raced, her head spinning. Suddenly, she felt faint.
"Kris, I..."
"Carole?"
His back had been to her and she knew he had no idea what went on behind him. She fell to the floor hitting her head on the polished tile.
She came around a short while later, Kris sitting next to her on the chaise holding her hand. Heat coursed through her body, his effect on her whenever he touched her. She could feel her body's reaction to it and let it happen.
Her nipples hardened into the buds he loved to nip and tease with his tongue while her pussy clenched, begging for his cock to force its way into her and fill her with his hot release. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone and she'd blown it in a heartbeat because distrust reared its ugly head.
Kris looked at her, waiting for her to say something. Words would not come to her. She tried to speak but made little noises, frustrated.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm not sure. Did you say marriage?"
"Yes, free and clear."
"And you still want to..."
"Will you marry me?"
His hand took hers, holding it tightly. His life depended on her next answer.
"I will,” she said. “Can you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive."
"Then fuck me for Christmas. I'm so sorry I ... My God, I love you, Kris!"
"Anything for you."
Chapter 4
Kris carried her to the master suite and laid her across the bed. Before he did anything else, he took her hand and slid an emerald cut diamond onto her ring finger. He got down on his knee and held her hand tightly.
"Carole Dickens, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife and pleasing me the rest of your life?"
"Only if Master remembers not to share me with anyone else."
"I swear."
"Then I would love to be your wife."
Kris groaned as he pulled her to him, sinking his tongue deep into her mouth in a brutally passionate kiss. Her hands tentatively went to his neck as if she feared he wasn't really there. He pushed her back, his tongue tracing her nipples while his hands held her breasts.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Give me
the good fucking you spoke about earlier. I want to scream your name then wait for your punishment because I plan to be openly disobedient. That flogging you gave me outside had me hot for you. I've never felt that aroused before."
"Then I promise I won't disappoint you."
After flipping her to her knees, Kris rammed his cock into her pussy, thrusting hard while he held her breasts, needing the contact. She cried out his name when she came, drowning him with her sweet essence. Kris filled her with his hot release, making sure she took all of him.
"I'm sorry,” he apologized.
"For?” she gasped.
"I didn't use anything. The moment overwhelmed me and I..."
"I don't care. We've waited for this moment for so long and it's been earth shaking."
"But we've never discussed any of this—I mean with everything going on..."
"I don't care,” she said. “I love you and I want all of you."
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"I've dreamed about having a family—our family—and now it's coming true. If I'm pregnant, then I'm happy. This has been the best Christmas gift ever."
Kris pulled her to him, holding her. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd found a woman to share everything with. Vicky had never wanted children—the pregnancy alone would have ruined her figure. He dreaded the thought of her being his child's mother but Carole would be perfect—the complete opposite of his first wife.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"The most wonderful gift you could ever have given me. You're are an amazing, gorgeous woman and I'm grateful to have you in my life. Sneaking around was fun but I want to—no, need to—show you off to the world. I love you, Carole—more than you'll ever know."
Kris withdrew from her and turned her to face him. Her sultry curves, her gorgeous breasts—her entire body seduced him all over again. His hand went to her neck, pulling her lips to meet his. Their kiss deeply passionate, she moaned while holding him tight.
"Kris,” she gasped.
"What?"
"You are the only man to ever make me come from just his kiss."
He slid his hand between her legs, feeling her essence drown it. Parting her legs more, he slipped three fingers inside her hot wet heat and finger fucked her. She writhed in his arms, her breasts brushing against his chest. She cradled his head against her, his tongue laving her nipple. She cried out his name, her body shaking out of control.
He took her to the edge again, loving her wildness. Her body begged him for more before he gently laid her back on the bed, slowly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his swollen cock. She'd put him under her spell and he willingly submitted to her. Kris Masters had been mastered and he wanted more.
"I swear to make your life the best it can be and give you whatever you desire. I'll always put you first in everything. You are my life, Carole, and I never want to live without you."
"I am your slave, Master,” she said. “I will do whatever you want me to knowing you'll never hurt me. I prayed you'd come to me and you have."
Kris thrust into her, his body aching to fill her. His cock hammered her wet velvety entry, swelling inside her. Her body clenched around him, refusing to let go. They'd become one, at peace with the world and their lives together.
"Merry Christmas,” he gasped when he came, his release exploding inside her. Carole called his name, beautiful music to him.
They fell asleep, their bodies entwined. His cock remained hard, her body refusing to release him from its grip. They had everything and the outlook of a good life together—the sacred gift of a lifetime.
* * * *
Carole woke to find Kris watching her. She'd never felt as good as she did now, the soreness of the pain/pleasure she'd enjoyed hours before worth it.
"Tell me this isn't my imagination."
"No, my love, it's all real. Nothing can keep us apart—especially after last night."
"Have I ever told you how magnificent you are in every way, especially your cock?"
"Keep telling me and I'll bury it inside you again."
She threw her leg over his hip, her invitation obvious. He groaned then rolled her to her back. Thrusting into her, he grinned.
"I've never spent Christmas like this and I hope we do it again every year."
"It'll be hard if we have a family—they do expect some attention."
Kris laughed, something he hadn't done freely for a long while.
"I can't believe how good it feels to have the tension gone."
"I'll do my best to make sure I never do what she did to you ever again. I love you, Kris."
His lips covered hers, their kiss roughly passionate. Pinning her hands over her head, he filled her, her body taking every bit of him. It felt good to love her without having to leave her to get home. He loved waking up next to her and watching her. Relief washed over him with the realization they no longer had to hide from the world.
He lifted her up, then carried her to the shower where they enjoyed the hot water trailing along their sensitive skin. He pressed her body against the firm polished tile and rammed his swollen cock into her, unable to get enough of the woman he loved. She gasped, her breathing erratic. He kissed her, their tongues dancing while he exploded inside her. Heat filled the shower—a combination of steam and hot steamy sex.
"My God, I need you,” he told her seconds before he fucked her again, his body pressing hers to the wall of the shower stall.
Afterwards, Kris dried them off then led her from the bedroom to the living room. He stood her near the tree, grinning.
"What?"
"I tried picturing you naked under the tree—this is just as good."
Afterward, they opened the presents waiting for them underneath the huge tree—a day late but it didn't matter.
He'd given her a necklace to match the diamond ring and to show his possession of her, a quiet meaning between them. Kris watched her open the other gifts and smiled when she told him she loved them.
Carole handed him a small box, Kris picking up on her apprehension.
"What is it?"
"It's not much compared to what you've given me and I hope you like it,” she began. “The other one I had sent to your office because of the weight."
"Carole, you have given me everything I ever wanted. This is an added joy."
He opened the box, his breath catching at the sight of the inlay turquoise ring she'd chosen. She took it from its velvet cushion and slowly slid it along the length of his finger before her lips followed. While she did, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples.
"My God, what you do to me...” he said, his cock's reaction evident. She straddled his hips while still teasing his finger. He entered her, Carole loving the feeling of his shaft filling her as it swelled.
"I want you to keep coming back for more."
"I don't plan to stray."
"Good because I don't plan to let you."
Chapter 5
After eloping to Las Vegas, Kris took his new bride to the lodge in Telluride, Colorado—another gift to her.
"Now you get to go skiing as you really wanted to do for the holidays,” he told her.
"I do prefer a white Christmas but...” she said.
"What do you think of the house?"
"I love it."
"Perfect because I bought it with you in mind."
"But you had no idea..."
"I knew,” he said. “But I had to come to you a free man."
"You no sooner got your freedom then you gave it away."
"To one hell of a woman who stole my heart the moment I saw her."
"I'm not that special."
"You are—in many ways."
"Tell me one."
"You're my Christmas Carole—your voice always music to my ears,” he said, “especially when you scream my name while I..."
"You're such a romantic."
"No, it's the truth. I've never heard a more beau
tiful sound than my slave on the edge when I fuck her."
"I have,” she said.
"You have?"
"My man fucking me with everything in him."
"What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"You swept me off my feet the night we met and it's been an amazing ride ever since."
"I love you, baby,” he said, pulling her close.
"I love you, too,” she said. “Belated Merry Christmas."
"Belated? Why?"
"Your family is on the way and will make its appearance sometime in September."
"You're pregnant?"
"Yes, Kris,” she said, then kissed him.
"My Carole serenades me everyday and lavishes more gifts on me than I could ever give her."
"Are you happy?” she asked.
"More than you know,” he said. “Now let me make you sing to me."
"With pleasure."
* * * *
Kris took her upstairs to a room where the view took in the majestic mountains surrounding the area. He removed her clothes then stripped out of his, his body begging for hers.
"The view is gorgeous,” she said, teasing him.
"You are more beautiful than anything I've ever seen,” he complimented, then kissed her neck. He gently pushed her over, her hands on the side of the bed. His hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing while his cock teased her pussy.
She pressed her body against his while her hand slid between her legs and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. He entered her with a firm thrust before his cock pounded her body while he held her breasts, his fingertips playing with her nipples. Her hand went to his neck, needing to touch him while her other one slid to his balls and massaged them.
"I want everything,” she gasped when he groaned.
"I'm yours, woman,” he told her. His thrusts became more forceful and he filled her with a superheated explosion that rocked both of them. She cried out his name, heat coursing through him.
"Kris, my God..."
"You've always brought out the best in me."
"And the hottest passion I've ever enjoyed."
