by Jan Springer
Kelsie,
Welcome to the Winter Wonderland room. We hope you love the winter theme as it was made especially for you.
Kelsie frowned. What? This gorgeous setting was made for her? How was that possible? She’d just picked this key half an hour ago.
She continued to read.
Please allow our female servant to prepare you. Your yellow safe word is snow. Your red safe word is fire. Use the word snow if you begin to feel uncomfortable. Use the word fire if you wish for us to stop.
We look forward to pleasuring you and Merry Christmas!
Your humble servers.
Santa and Santa.
Okay, the word snow meant to slow down and fire meant for them to stop. Understood.
Anticipation roared as she stared at the X frame. It was made of thick sturdy metal, and the areas that would touch her body were white padding.
“Remove your robe and slippers and leave on your panties and bra.” The woman said when she caught Kelsie watching her.
Kelsie nodded and hurriedly slipped the letter into a pocket. She removed her robe, folded it and left it on a nearby table. She dropped the slippers beneath. Then she joined the woman at the cross.
“Stand here, face the equipment, please,” she said and indicated the area immediately in front of the cross.
Kelsie moved into position and stared through the opening of the cross. Back there she spied a closet door, which she suspected would hold other items of play.
“Okay, spread eagle your legs until they are as wide as the bottom of the X, please. And then I will restrain your ankles.”
Kelsie’s mouth went dry as she moved her legs far apart and the woman buckled a leather strap around one ankle and then the other, securing her legs to the cross. Then the server stood and looped a leather belt from behind the cross, draped it across the back of her waist to the other side, where she secured Kelsie.
“Please lift your left arm.”
Kelsie raised her arm up and outward allowing it to touch the soft warm padding. The woman tied her wrist to the beam with the binding. Kelsie lifted and outstretched her other arm and the woman restrained her at the wrist there as well.
“And now for the blindfold.”
Oh dear.
A soft material came down over her eyes, leaving her in complete darkness.
“Your partners will be here in just a moment. Have fun,” she whispered. Quiet footsteps led to the door and then she was gone leaving Kelsie alone with yet another soft romantic Christmas tune and her nervous thoughts.
What was going on? Why had that letter indicated this winter wonderland was for her? Was the writer of the letter just trying to make her feel special? Could it possibly be someone she knew? But who? Were the rumors of Jaxie’s trick hat actually true? Had Jaxie set her up with someone? Kelsie shook her head and tossed the silly ideas away. She trembled as she heard the door open again.
Two sets of footsteps entered the room. The door clicked closed. The newcomers didn’t speak as they drew closer to her. She could hear them breathing as they stopped to her right. She remembered the rack with the assortment of floggers being there. Odd noises followed and it took Kelsie a moment to orient that it sounded like someone flipping a flogger. Then it was placed it into the rack and another flicking sound erupted, this time a little lighter. She realized they were testing the equipment.
This position on the cross wasn’t new to her. She’d been flogged before on several occasions while visiting the Key Club. This time around, something was different. The two men didn’t speak. Didn’t reassure her or tell her to relax like the strange men had the other times she’d been flogged. These men’s scents excited her and oddly enough comforted her. They smelled good. Familiar. Like leather and spice and all things nice.
Before she could place the scents, the first strike of the lashes was to her upper back. It chased away all thoughts and made her gasp in surprise at the unique tingle that spread across her flesh. It was a soft, gentle touch. The second strike was to her upper right shoulder. It was tender and soothing, creating further tingles and warmth. Additional strikes followed on her ass, and in moments the sensual flogging was in tune with the music.
She hadn’t realized her hands had been crunched into fists of nervousness, until they slowly released. She closed her eyes and easily slipped into the sensations. Peace and bliss enveloped her as she listened to the whiz and the snap of the falls pummel her flesh. Suddenly there came a harsher touch against her lower back. It was a sharp sting, with intense heat, but not unpleasant. The stinging hotness spread into the areas touched. It was followed by the tender falls. Gentle warmth. Then the sharp sting and heat. Back and forth it went as both men were lashing her now. The rhythm was beautiful and sensual. The strikes like an intense massage.
The men were good, she had to admit, and once again she sank into the delightful sensations of a welcome embrace the flogging created. The music drifted deep into the background, their breaths and the falls from the floggers created their own music. The lashing intensified, encouraging her to discharge inhibitions and stress. She dropped into a heavenly fugue. A level of complete and utter acceptance. Of just being and of trust.
She hadn’t been this relaxed since…well, she couldn’t remember. It was awesome, this peace, this feeling of floating and it went on and on as if blissful forever.
Chapter Five
Sometime during her fugue, they stopped and she was helpless to tell them to please continue. She felt like a jellyfish, languishing and existing. Suddenly she was free of the cross, her arms and legs were so heavy. Something tugged at her backside and warm air whispered against her ass. They had undone the flap on her panty, allowing access to her pussy and ass. She was bundled into a very toasty blanket and someone hoisted her into his arms. She was being carried somewhere.
Instinctively she cuddled against him, pressing her face against his warm clothed chest. A moment later he sat down. She found herself curled in his lap with a bold bulge of an erection pushing firmly against her ass. Exquisite neediness lashed into her. All she would have to do was move an inch or two and he could slide right through one of the openings in her panty and sink his cock into her vagina or her behind. Suddenly it seemed natural to do just that.
She wiggled and he growled. To her surprise he shifted her so she couldn’t be penetrated.
She wanted to lift the blindfold that kept him hidden from her, but his hands were on her shoulders, strong and possessive. So, she did nothing.
“We’re under the mistletoe,” he whispered.
His voice was very hoarse and thick with arousal. He was the one who smelled of leather and before she could gather a thought as to why she would consider his scent way too familiar, his hot mouth slid over hers in a mind numbing kiss. Shockwaves of lust shot through her and she grabbed ahold of a muscular arm to steady herself. She instantly loved the flex of thick muscles against her fingers and she held tight.
He tasted hot and of peppermint and of a greedy need for sex. His moist tongue slipped past her lips and pushed against her teeth. He prodded impatiently as if he needed her desperately. She opened her mouth to him and he slipped his tongue inside.
There was a tug at her right breast. Instinctively she knew it was the other man. He had opened the flap on her bra and warm air breathed against her exposed skin. Hot lips covered her nipple. He sucked and tugged gently, creating sparks of pleasure that zinged straight down into her pussy. She clenched her thighs loving the idea of two men tending to her needs.
Suddenly the man broke the kiss.
“It’s time you know who we are,” a familiar voice said. The breath stilled in her chest and it took her only a split second to recognize who was speaking.
Ryder.
In a flash she tore off her blindfold. Ryder grinned down at her.
“Merry Christmas,” he said. He wore a red Santa Claus hat and a Santa Claus suit.
She glanced at the man sucking on her nipp
le. Dixon! Teasing laughter gleamed in his eyes and he let go of her nipple and smiled up at her.
“Hey, doc. Merry Christmas.”
Confusion made her frown and she tried to collect her thoughts. What in the world were they doing?
“I thought you two were gay?” she blurted.
But that was a stupid thing to say because as Jewel had said gay men weren’t sexually into women and the lust and need blazing in both their eyes was unmistakable. They appeared as interested in her as that morning in the cafeteria. And when she thought about it, they had always gazed at her with awareness. She’d just been looking for excuses to deny their attentiveness toward her.
“We’re just roommates.” Dixon replied. His lips were red and moist from sucking. He wore a Santa hat and similar red suit as Ryder. The two of them looked hot and very desirable as Santa, but a sudden shot of embarrassment washed over her at finding herself in this precarious position with a couple of co-workers.
“Bi?” she asked meekly.
“No,” Ryder said. He and Dixon shook their heads.
Goodness. Her thoughts were whipping around like a tornado and she simply could not think of anything else to say.
“You looked very sexy when you walked in tonight,” Dixon said.
“Very sexy now too.” Ryder added.
Kelsie gushed. How sweet of them to say.
“And you two look very cute in those costumes,” she said in a husky voice that didn’t sound like her at all.
Their smiles grew.
“We’re still under the mistletoe. If you wish to continue…” Ryder’s voice was tender and sensual. His eyes flared with lust and need.
Despite her shock of discovering the true identity of her partners, she nodded. These two men made her feel good. Real good. She wanted more from them.
“We were hoping you’d agree,” Dixon said.
Dixon moved his head over her breast and parted his lips. He slipped her nipple into his mouth and closed his eyes as he sucked with a fierce strength. The pressure and pleasure he created had her gasping and writhing on Ryder’s lap.
Ryder groaned and closed his eyes. The thick length of his erection pulsed against her ass. She grinned inwardly and stopped moving. It thrilled her that she could create such desire in Ryder. A moment later he blinked his eyes open again. They were bright with lust and intent.
“He’s a breast man,” Ryder whispered as he gazed at her.
“I…I can feel that,” she acknowledged. But how odd to be carrying on a conversation with a man at her breast and sitting in another man’s lap. She moaned softly as Dixon suddenly nibbled on her flesh creating a zing of carnal sensations that arrowed from her breast straight down to between her wet thighs.
“And what are you?” she questioned Ryder, eager to know.
“A pussy man, mostly. But your lips are what I need right now. Then I’ll take your other lips…”
He let the sentence dangle and smiled as she trembled with delight. Having Ryder and Dixon making love to her was something right out of her fantasies. Unless she was dreaming…
Ryder lowered his head. His moist mouth melded over hers short circuiting her thoughts and leaving her helpless to stop everything that was happening…if she had wanted to stop this. Which she didn’t.
He kissed her frantically until she wasn’t sure which way was up or which way was down. His cock twitched teasingly against her buttocks.
Dixon’s sucking changed. The tugs became harsher, more intense. His teeth nipped. Sweet pain had her gasping and writhing on Ryder’s lap again. He groaned and broke the kiss. His mint-scented breath fanned across her face.
“Too hot in this costume,” he complained.
“Take it off,” she whispered. She placed her hand on Dixon’s shoulder. Felt the flex of muscles beneath her fingertips.
Very nice!
“Both of you take off everything.”
Dixon growled and let go of her nipple.
She shuddered as he stood and towered over them. His gaze flared with need as he tugged off his Santa hat and tossed it against a nearby wall. With relative ease, Ryder held her in his arms as he stood and then gently set her on her wobbly feet.
My, oh, my, he is a strong man. And so well-hung, she thought as her gaze dropped to his immense erection spearing past his open fly and sticking straight out like an arrow. His shaft must be at least nine-inches long. It was flushed red, with a mushroom-shaped cockhead.
Both men kicked off their black boots, unbuckled their belts and pulled down their red Santa pants. Neither men wore underwear. Dixon’s cock sprang free, rising into the air, greeting her.
Wow. He’s well-hung too!
Dixon’s penis was angling up toward his belly, the length was an angry purple and he had a plum-shaped cockhead. Pre-come glistened at the slit.
Butterflies fluttered deep inside her pussy and her ass clenched at the thought of what they wanted to do to her.
Ryder and Dixon tugged off the sofa pillows and to her surprise they pulled out a large bed, complete with a fluffy snow-flake patterned comforter and matching sheets. From a nearby closet they grabbed armloads of white pillows and placed them on the bed. Dixon turned down the sheets.
“Wow, you guys come prepared.”
“Speaking of prepared…” Dixon headed back to the closet and brought out more pillows, a box of condoms and lube. He tossed the pillows on the sofa bed and began opening the box.
Fevered heat whipped through her.
“You look so delicious. I can’t wait to eat you,” Ryder whispered as he joined her. He caught her hands in his and brought them up to his chest and held them over his heart. It thumped at a powerful and frantic pace.
“Do you feel that?”
She nodded, stunned at how his eyes flared with heat.
“I feel this way whenever I think about you and whenever I am near you.”
“Me too,” she whispered.
He guided her hands down to his thick cock. Instinctively she let go of his hands and curled her fingers around his hot, swollen length. As she squeezed, his stiff flesh jerked and he groaned. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her against him.
“Don’t bring me inside of you yet, wait for the condom. In the meantime…”
He looked up and she followed his gaze. She laughed when she saw the mistletoe dangling overhead. He caught her mouth with his, mashing their lips together in a shockingly wonderful kiss that had the floor tilting beneath her feet.
Wow!
A warm body pressed against her from behind. Dixon. She shuddered as the hard length of his engorged cock branded her left butt cheek. His hands swept over her waist and his fingers dipped beneath the elastic band of her panty. Slowly he lowered it over her hips and down her legs. Without breaking Ryder’s intoxicating kiss, she managed to step out of her underwear. Then her bra loosened as Dixon undid the clasp. With a bit of maneuvering of her arms, the bra slipped off. She was now nude and sandwiched between two hard bodies.
As Ryder broke their kiss, Dixon brushed his warm lips in a tender butterfly touch across her shoulder. All her thoughts scattered. Automatically her head fell back and Dixon caught her mouth with his hungry lips. His tongue pressed past her teeth and shockwaves swept through her bloodstream as he explored her cavern.
Have mercy the man knows how to kiss!
She let go of Ryder’s cock and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. Two sets of hands smoothed over her curves sending white-hot need spiralling along her still sensitive nerve endings from the flogging. Ryder kissed her throat, then delicately brushed his lips across her collarbone, before dipping his head lower to latch onto her left breast. He sucked greedily. Incredible sensations had her moaning into Dixon’s mouth and arching her body against Ryder.
Dixon broke their kiss and he moved away from her. His hands smoothed over the curves of her ass in a tender exploration. Ryder’s mouth went crazy on her nipple, creating wonderful sensations. In a mo
ment, Ryder moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple fiercely, releasing more incredible sensations.
“Your ass is so beautiful,” Dixon whispered as he moved his hands off her.
His voice came from low down, near her butt. He must have dropped to his knees. She moaned at the sudden slurping sound of lube. Gasped as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed a lubed finger against her sphincter. Shudders wracked her as his finger plunged inside.
He smoothed the lube against her muscles and tender nerve endings, making a sensual need flood her. He withdrew and a moment later he pushed more lube into her ass.
Her breaths became harsh and fast as he slowly explored. The penetration was both unique and pleasant. Moments later, he withdrew and re-entered her with two lubed fingers. The force of entry and superb pressure had her keening with a need to have his cock impale her ass.
Ryder let go of her nipple and began a straight line of fiery kisses that trailed down over her stomach. Her belly muscles quivered and her thighs trembled as his warm lips feather-kissed a tingling path along her abdomen. A second later his warm breath fanned her clit creating carnal sensations. She struggled for control.
Using his fingers, he spread her swollen labia lips and then his mouth melted over her pussy. The heat and pressure was magnificent. He massaged her clit with his tongue until she was writhing and straining against him, desperate for penetration. Frustration screamed through her as he tore his head away from her clasping hands. She slapped her palms over his shoulders and held tight.
“She’s ready,” Ryder whispered hoarsely.
Oh God! She needed them now!
Behind her came the rip of foil, followed by the spurt of lube. Dixon was putting on his condom! More foil ripping. That must be Ryder getting his protection. She wanted to open her eyes and watch, but they were so heavy lidded that she just kept her eyes closed.
Sensual tension built through her as Dixon’s cockhead pushed gently against her lubed sphincter.
