by Fox,Cathryn
Rachel walked to the back of the store, bypassing the “holiday theme room” where they had a romantic bedroom display set up, complete with a Christmas tree, electric fireplace, king-size bed, lights, artificial green swag, and a plush carpet on the floor—all items for sale, of course.
Once she found her way into the changing room, she immediately went to work on removing the constricting floor-length red velvet outfit; the only problem was the damned zipper seemed to be stuck. Rachel worked at the metal teeth, twisting and turning the fabric, pulling and . . . ripping. Oops.
After all that work, she’d only managed to get the zipper down a few inches. Perhaps if she turned the dress so she could see what she was doing, she’d be able to line up the teeth and free herself. Rachel shimmied inside the dress, and managed to get one arm out through the neck hole. Okay, now that seemed to have made matters worse. She tried, unsuccessfully, to get her arm back in. God damn it! She was stuck. Completely and utterly stuck. Now what the hell was she supposed to do? She shifted and pulled and tugged and flopped around the room like a mental patient captured in a straitjacket.
Exhausted and frustrated, she finally plunked herself down on the bench and let out a long-suffering sigh.
A knock on the door startled her and she straightened, well, as straight as she could get under the circumstance.
“Rachel, are you okay?” Nick asked. “You’ve been in there a long time.”
“I’m fine,” she croaked out. “You go on ahead without me. Get a ride with Jack. I’m going to hang out here awhile. I have some things to do.”
Silence and then, “Okay.”
She was far too embarrassed to go out there and ask Nick for help. Instead, she decided to stay put, and after Nick left, she’d go find a pair of scissors and cut herself free.
She sat there for a good fifteen minutes. Ample time for Nick to change and get a lift home with Jack. Too bad her damned arm had gone numb in the process.
Rachel pressed her ear to the door and met with silence. Satisfied that Nick had left, she inched the door open and peered into the dimly lit room. What she saw turned her knees to pudding and had her blood going from simmer to inferno in record time. She sucked in a huge breath.
“Nick?” she questioned.
“That’s Saint. Nick to you.”
Still dressed in his Santa suit, with a pack of toys over his back and a pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingertips he stared at her. His eyes were dark, smoldering, undressing her with each sweeping caress.
Oh. Good. God.
As he gave her a look that conveyed his hunger, one thought filled her mind—just how hot she was for Santa.
“Need a hand?”
Oh, she needed a lot of things. . . .
He crooked his finger and motioned her close and in that instant lust overshadowed rational thought. Like a puppet on a string she blindly obeyed, completely lost to her needs and desires.
Looking wild and untamed, he gripped her dress on either side of the zipper and in one fluid movement pulled. She gasped. The sound of ripping reached her ears, but that wasn’t the reason for her sharp intake of breath. It was the dark, carnal way Nick was looking at her and the primal way he tore her clothes from her body that had erotic noises rising up from her throat. Her dress fell to the floor in a heap, leaving her standing there in nothing but her lacy bra and underwear. As sexual awareness leaped between them, her sex clenched and the low groan crawling out of her throat conveyed just how much she liked his take-charge attitude.
Her glance rushed to his handcuffs and his bag full of toys. Her breasts swelled, and she wondered if he could see the hardening of her nipples. “What . . . what do you have in there?” When he merely offered her a wicked grin, she rushed on, “And what do you plan on doing with those?”
“You see Rachel, you haven’t told good old Saint. Nick your Christmas wish yet, so I’m here to hold you captive and—pump and probe—that information out of you.”
Pump and probe . . .
Her body quivered, her pulse kicked up a notch and the look on his face told her everything—not only did he understand her budding fetishes, he planned on fulfilling them. Her body shifted into overdrive, anxious for him to do just that. Jesus, no man had ever taken the time to discover her desires before, let alone fulfill them.
Fire licked over her thighs and she questioned in a shaky voice, “Do you plan on interrogating me?”
His soft chuckle curled around her and the heat from his mouth triggered a craving deep inside her. “Well, that’s one way to put it.” With his eyes full of want, he shot her a look of passion and intimacy and in that instant she knew it better than she knew her own name, Nick Grant really and truly wanted her, as much as she wanted him.
Holy hell, and halle-friggin’-lujah, she had to have been mistaken about his sexuality all along! Right? Because only a heterosexual man could look at a woman like that.
He captured her hand in his and tugged until her body pressed against his. Through his thick velvet costume she could feel his cock press insistently against her stomach. His very thick, very impressive cock, to be precise.
“Come with me,” he murmured into her mouth.
She peered past him and darted a glance around. “What about security?”
“Taken care of.”
“How?
“Jack.”
When she opened her mouth, he pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. “I’ll ask the questions from here on out.”
Breath rushed from her lungs in a whoosh, and she slammed her mouth shut as his voice, and the sexual promise lingering beneath, played down her spine.
One hand slipped around her waist, and splayed out on the small of her back. His touch was intimate, determined, and the feel of his fingers sliding over her skin brought on a shiver.
“Cold?” Nick asked, his eyes moving over her half-dressed body.
The tender concern in his gaze warmed her heart. She shook her head. “Hot,” she admitted honestly.
That seemed to please him. A wide grin split his lips and prompted him into action. He nudged her forward and guided her through the department store until they came to the display room. As she took great pleasure in the festive ambiance she couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous and romantic it was. But what did he plan on doing with her there? In the middle of the department store? She gulped air.
“Nick?”
Equal measures of excitement and uncertainty rushed though her when she felt a cold metal handcuff close over one wrist. Nick inched her backward until her knees hit the bed. Without his eyes ever leaving hers, he gave a little shove and she fell onto the cushiony bedspread.
She tilted her head to see him, and the warm firelight from behind fell over his body like a halo, but the look in his eyes told her he was anything but angelic.
Her body reacted with urgent demands as he stroked his hand over her arm, lifted it above her head, and secured it to the bedpost. He reached into his bag and pulled out another metal cuff, securing her other arm to the opposite post.
Gaze riveted, he stood over her; his dark eyes were smoldering with passion and need. The intensity in his gaze was almost frightening. She writhed on the mattress as her body beckoned his touch. Nick caressed her inner thigh, and slid his hand downward, widening her legs as he went. Lust washed over his face when he came to her feet. Understanding his fetishes and suddenly feeling very naughty and playful, she wiggled her toes, enticing and teasing him.
His nostrils flared and his grin turned lethal. “So that’s how you want to play it, is it?” He dropped his sack and reached inside to pull out a flogger with soft suede tresses.
Oh. My. God.
As he leaned over her, his rich scent singed her senses and the sound of the flogger hitting his palm nearly took her over the edge. Without preamble, he got right to the point. “So tell me, what is it you want for Christmas, Rachel?”
As desire flashed inside her, she opened her mouth b
ut no words came. Her brain stalled when he began ripping the big velvet coat from his body. His pants quickly followed and a moment later he stood before her in nothing but his boxer shorts, his huge cock straining for release.
“Tell me, Rachel.” He inclined his head, as though mulling something over. “Come to think of it, I can’t remember if you were on my naughty or nice list.” Her gaze shifted to watch him slap his flogger against his leg, and she bit down on her lip to suppress a moan as blistering heat exploded inside her. “If you were on my naughty list, then there will be no presents for you, only punishment.”
Her breath hitched and her heart thumped in her chest. “I’ve been nice, Santa,” she countered, her blood flowing thick and heavy. “Very, very nice.” Dear God, was that her voice?
Nick cocked his head, doubtful. “Is that so?”
She nodded, unable to mask her enthusiasm for the sexy game Nick was playing with her. “I definitely think I deserve a little something special from Santa.”
Nick ran the suede tresses over her skin and his delectable foreplay brought on a shudder. He spoke in whispered words and she heard the raw edge of longing in his tone as his eyes grew dark. “I’m not convinced you’ve been nice.”
She angled her head until her mouth was lined up with his cock. Feeling wild and out of control, she decided to make him as crazed as he was making her. She inched closer to the edge of the mattress and murmured, “Why don’t you get rid of those shorts and I’ll show you just how nice I can be.”
His breath grew shallow and his cock jumped inside his shorts at her sultry invitation. “Holy fuck, Rachel.” God, she loved the way he reacted to her, the way his body was so needy for her. He tore off his underwear and positioned his cock near her mouth. In a thoughtful gesture, his hand slid around her head to cradle it, making her position more comfortable.
Rachel flicked her tongue out to taste him, drawing lazy circles around his head before she plunged forward and took him to the back of her throat, eager, but unable to devour every magnificent inch of him. Her body vibrated and her sex began rippling, aching to feel his girth inside her. When he groaned, she felt him swell and sensed the urgency rising in him. He began moving his hips, easing his cock in and out, and her hands ached to touch him, to stroke him, to feel his silky softness. She licked and sucked and moaned in delight as he fed his cock into her mouth. Tiny drops of pre-cum dripped from his slit, and she eagerly lapped up every delicious speck.
“Mmmm, so nice,” he murmured, then a violent shudder overtook him and he pulled back far too quickly for her liking.
“No,” she murmured, but her protest was lost on a moan when he slapped her sex with the flogger. God damn, that had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever felt.
“So it seems you have been nice, after all.” His voice came out deep, sexy. “Then you’d better tell Santa what you want from him.” Rachel knew he was giving her the opportunity to tell him exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed. When he wet his lips, she sensed his restraint. “Tell me your secret Christmas wish, Rachel.”
A bevy of fantasies rushed through her head, and the furtive brush of the flogger against her flesh had her spilling all her sinful little secrets. Lost in a haze of lust, she said, “I want Santa to kiss me.”
“Where?”
The fire in his eyes licked her from head to toe. She opened her mouth in invitation, and ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “I think Santa should start here.”
Nick leaned over her and pressed his mouth to hers; his touch was soft, yet commanding. A savage growl rumbled up from his throat as his tongue moved inside and thrashed against her cheeks. Held captive beneath his erotic assault, Rachel stirred, and the sound of the metal handcuffs clanking against the bedpost raised her passion. A moan escaped her lips and her body lubricated.
Nick inched back and met her glance. “Mmm, nice, very nice. Maybe you deserve a little something more from Santa.”
She nodded and her sex began throbbing. “More kisses,” she said, barely able to reply.
“Where?”
She arched her back and said breathlessly. “Here.”
He gave her a playful look. “You’ll have to tell me exactly where.”
She practically sobbed with need. “My breasts, my nipples.”
Nick pulled the cups of her bra down until he exposed her quivering breasts. He stared at her in sheer appreciation before he inched forward and made a slow pass with his tongue, giving her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Her hips came off the bed and she pulled on her handcuffs. A moment later he greedily drew her nipple into his mouth, ravishing and relishing her with dark hunger. Delirious with pleasure, her muscles spasmed as he sucked deeper, biting and nibbling on her nipple until she cried out in ecstasy.
He inched back and his eyes ran over her quivering body with pleasure, before lingering on the metal restraints. “I must say I do love having you at my mercy.”
It occurred to her that he liked to take on the role of dominant as much as she liked to take on the role of submissive. Nick’s nostrils flared and his voice took on a husky edge when he asked, “Is there anywhere else you’d like Santa to kiss?”
She bucked forward. “Here.”
“Where?”
Oh God, he wanted her to say it, he wanted her to be wild, uninhibited . . . naughty.
He raced his fingers over her body. “I don’t understand, Rachel.” He circled her belly button with his lips. “Is this where you want my mouth?”
She shook her head wildly.
“Then where?” His hand slid to her hips, tracing the pattern of her curves and the devilish gleam in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “Here?”
He continued to touch her all over, everywhere but between her legs. As her senses exploded, she blurted out, “My sex. I want you to kiss my sex.”
“Your what?” he asked, pushing her even further, encouraging her to open herself up to him completely, to free herself of any inhibitions as she handed her pleasures over to him.
“My…my pussy,” she said, unable to believe how wild, reckless, and naughty that frank language made her feel. God, Nick was such a master at reading her wants and needs.
He grinned. “Such naughty, naughty words from a nice girl, don’t you think?”
She nodded in agreement and decided to push a little herself. “Maybe I need to be punished after all.”
His sexy grin turned her inside out. “Oh, you most certainly do. And I think I’ll start here.” He cupped her drenched pussy. “Because I believe a tongue lashing is in order.”
With single-minded determination, Nick inserted himself between her legs, gripped her panties, and eased them down her legs. He leaned forward and pulled her aroused scent into his lungs. That first sweet touch of his tongue to her clit had her hips coming off the bed, and Nick splayed his hand over her stomach and pushed her back, immobilizing her, and she damned near erupted then and there. God, she loved how he understood her every desire.
He stroked her with his tongue, and pulled her engorged clit into his mouth for a long thorough suck. She drew a breath but could barely inflate her lungs. “Nick,” she murmured, tossing her head from side to side, going wild beneath his invading mouth. “Please . . .”
“Please what?” he asked from between her legs.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I plan on it, sweetheart, but first I need to taste you.” With that, he inserted a finger, his mouth moving back to her clit, slowly building her orgasm. He brushed his tongue over her swollen bud while his thick finger found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. She fisted her hands and writhed as the scent of her arousal saturated the room.
Pressure culminating, he offered her another finger for a deliciously snug fit, and began to pick up the pace. He ravaged her with fevered hunger, knowing just what she needed to take her over the edge.
As though sensing her climax, he murmured, “That’s it, come for me, baby.”
Taking her all the way to the moon and keeping her hovering on the precipice, he burrowed deep and his fingers stroked her with need. When he applied more pressure to her clit, she moaned without censure and responded with a hot flow of release. As her control obliterated, soft quakes began at her core and continued onward and outward dancing along every nerve ending. Nick plunged deeper and her body burned as she gave herself over to her orgasm.
“Nick . . . So good.” She called out his name and concentrated on every erotic pulse of pleasure between her legs. Nick remained between her thighs for a long time, drinking in her creamy essence and gifting her with slow, soothing laps of his tongue until her muscles stopped spasming and she found her way back to earth.
When her tremors subsided, he slid up her body until their eyes met. Moisture glistened on his mouth, and the warmth, trust, and easiness between them touched her deeply. Oh God, she’d never experienced such an intense level of intimacy with anyone before.
His fingers tangled through her hair and she grew needy for him again. “Is there anything else you want from Santa?”
Oh God, she wanted everything from Santa. She wanted him in her arms, her bed, and in her life. Forever. But did he want that, too? Or was this just a wild Christmas fling for him?
Once again, his lips found hers and his kiss was so full of emotion and tenderness a lump lodged in her throat.
“Tell me,” he murmured into her mouth. “Tell me what you want?”
“I want you inside me.”
7
Just seeing her lying there, sprawled out before him, his to do with as he pleased, brought out the animal in him. Sweat collected on his brow and he was ready to explode just from the erotic sight of her.
With his body aching to join with hers, he trailed the back of his hand over her breasts, her stomach, and her beautiful pussy, unable to rein in his lust. She looked sexy as hell with her dark hair spilling across her pillow and her chocolate eyes dimming with desire—for him.
