We Wish You A Naughty Christmas: A Christmas Collection

by Skye Warren

  I gape at him, out of my mind with the need to orgasm. But he doesn’t move, taking the time to clean me completely from his fingers. Then he smiles, “You look a little…”

  “Frustrated,” I finish for him.

  “That’s the word.” His face is serious. “Do you want me to make you come?”

  The word yes is out of my mouth practically before he finishes his sentence.

  He pushes my legs wider, and I’m spread open for him. The first flick of his tongue across me brings my need roaring back to life. But he’s gentle with it, the lightest of touches, not enough to push me over. A press of a tongue to my clit, a graze of teeth at the entrance of my pussy, a touch of lips against my ass—I can never guess where he’s going to touch me next. Daniel pushes his tongue deep into my pussy until his mouth is buried. The movement of his tongue inside sends my body into overdrive, and my muscles shake in anticipation. He drags his tongue out of me, up to cover my clit and circle it. I grab his hair, not caring now if I pull too hard or force too much. I drag his face against me, thrusting my hips against him as he licks into me.

  His clever tongue runs in patterns across my clit, and I’m moaning his name, begging him to please please please oh god please don’t stop. His mouth seals over my clit, sucking against me as his tongue strokes the underside, and I shatter on him. I flood his mouth with my come as I scream out my climax. It explodes through my body leaving white hot pleasure behind. His tongue circles my clit until I’m shaking, wrung out and limp with the aftermath of pleasure. He releases me, face glistening with my juices.

  Seeing him lick his lips clean of me might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  He leans up towards me, using the arms of the chair to stand and kiss me. I let him as I slip the tie from my neck, letting it slither down my body. The silk sends shivers across my skin, now over-sensitive. I reach between us, finding his cock rock-hard and erect. His lips freeze against mine as I run my fingers along his length. I gently push him up and away so he’s standing. My hand is still stroking his cock, and I can see his eyes are glazing with the feeling.

  I wrap his tie around my hand, wrap my hand around his cock. I watch his muscles tighten, and smile at the way his body shudders at the feeling—I can only imagine what it feels like to him, since I know it felt amazing on my skin. My pace is slow as I focus on each part of his cock. The base is thick, and I work my hand around him there, making sure the fabric of the tie teases his stomach.

  I release him for a moment, caressing his balls with the silk and loving the guttural moan that comes from him. Leaning forward, I run my tongue across the head of him as I free the tie from my hand and wrap it around him instead. I fit the tie around his cock, curling both hands around him. I move the tie on him, slowly, and I love the look on his face. He’s mesmerized by my hands the same way I was by his mouth. Faster, I pull along his cock, pushing my breasts up towards him, letting him imagine what it would be like to come all over me.

  He groans and closes his eyes. The tie is spread along his cock now, my hands moving over it at a relentless pace. I see his breath move faster, and I know that he’s getting close. I slow down, and watch his eyes pop open. I continue to slow my pace, reveling in the pure frustration lacing his features. “You look a little…” I say to him, winking.

  His voice is deeper, and it sends thrills across my skin. “Yeah.”

  I unwrap the tie from around his cock, letting it fall to the floor. I’m moving my hand just fast enough to keep him where I want him. “Imagine,” I say to him, “that I jumped out of that cake. And instead of giving you a little dance, giving you a kiss, I got down on my knees.”

  “Oh my god.” His eyes close and I squeeze his cock as I stroke from base to tip.

  “I would have swallowed you down in front of all your friends.” His cock twitches in my hand. “You were tied to the chair. You wouldn’t have been able to do a thing but let me.” I put my mouth on him, sucking against his skin and he curses loudly. “I could have done anything I wanted,” I say, ducking down and taking his balls into my mouth, sucking gently. I work my tongue against them, pushing and pulling until Daniel’s fingers tangle in my hair.

  He pulls my head back, and I lock eyes with him as I take his cock into my mouth again. I press down, taking as much as I can. I pull back, swirling my tongue around his head and teasing the underside of his cock. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I smile inside. I start a rhythm on him, taking him in as deep and fast as I can, dragging my lips and tongue along him, sucking as hard as I can manage.

  I see Daniel’s muscles go rigid, trying to keep himself still. Even so, his hips start to thrust into my mouth. I release him, instead kissing along his length, using my tongue to trace his veins. It’s when I seal my mouth over him again that he pulls me back. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  I give him a saucy smile. “You don’t want that?” His cock jumps as I give it a lick.

  “Next time.”

  “And right now?” I ask as he releases my hair and fumbles in the pockets of his pants.

  He puts a condom on and pulls me up off the ground. “Right now I want to fuck you absolutely senseless.” I’m suddenly in the air, lifted as he presses me against the wall. I can see Chicago laid out in front of me through the windows and I feel dizzy with height and sensation. I lock my legs around his hips, and I love the way our bodies feel skin on skin. I’m so wet, ready for him to fill me again.

  His cock teases my entrance, and Daniel looks me in the eye. I’m pinned against his body and the wall and I feel overwhelmed by him. “I want to ask you something.”

  “Now?” I ask. “I thought we were kind of in the middle of something.”

  He laughs darkly, thrusting into me in one stroke. I cry out, clinging to his shoulders as my pussy convulses around him. God, I love how huge he is, how it feels like nothing else could fill me up quite as completely.

  “As I was saying, I want to ask you something.”

  I lean my head back as he moves his hips slightly, sending off ripples of pleasure. “I’ll answer whatever questions you want, as long as you keep fucking me,” I say.

  He pulls out and slams back in, causing me to groan. “In the last five years I’ve learned that you can never be too sure of something, so I want be perfectly clear.” He thrusts, grinding his hips into mine and setting off sparks in my clit. “I think you’re amazing, I think you’re gorgeous, and I think it’s pretty clear that I think you’re sexy as fuck. And I want to see you again.” He makes sure I’m looking at him. “Will you go out with me, Sonni?”

  He slams deep into me, and for a moment I can’t think. He wants me. He wants to see me. Yes. Yes. Yes. I haven’t waited five years for just one night. I kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing him against me. “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes.”

  He kisses me, and for a moment we’re frozen, absolutely tangled in each other. Our kiss is so deep that I’m not sure which parts of us belong to whom. He moves, and I shiver on his cock. “Daniel,” I say, managing to pull my lips away from his. “What did I say about fucking me?”

  He rolls his hips, and I squeeze his cock. “Don’t worry,” he says, “I don’t plan to stop.” He plunges into me, driving into my pussy with a delicious speed. I look down between us, the sight of his considerable length disappearing inside me driving me straight to the edge. He changes the rhythm, smooth and rolling, our bodies clinging to each other. But it’s not enough. We both know it, and he picks up the pace, his thrusts fierce and wild and exactly where I need them.

  I grip his hair, crushing my lips against his, opening my mouth against him. It’s his tongue that sends me over, stroking against mine at the same time his cock slides home. The orgasm blasts through me, starting in my core and flowing outward. I scream out Daniel’s name, my nails digging into his skin as I ride him through my release. I’m blind and paralyzed, completely at the mercy
of the waves of pleasure.

  Daniel cries out his own climax, thrusting into me once, and again.

  We stay wrapped around each other, struggling for breath, somehow ending up tangled on the floor. He kisses me, and I’m drunk all over again on the feeling of his lips. His hands stroke down my body, and I’m a little in love with the tingles they leave behind. I’m not sure how long we kiss, but we stay connected, drawing closer as our bodies grow colder.

  “Should we go back to the party?” I ask. “After all, you are the boss. Your presence is expected.”

  He smiles. “I was there long enough.”

  “Good.” I’m distracted by the way his fingers are stroking my shoulder. “By the way, I want you to know that cake is totally ruined for me now.”

  His laugh fills up the room. “Me too. I’ll never be able to eat it again without thinking about the way you looked.” He presses his lips against my ear. “Or the way you tasted.”

  I find myself blushing again. “By the way,” I say, “you mentioned hiring me for your next birthday. But I’m sorry I can’t jump out of any cakes on March 12h, I’ve already got plans that day.” I wink at him.

  Daniel’s entire body goes stiff, and I suddenly wonder if I’ve done something wrong. He’s looking at me strangely again. “You remembered that March 12h was my birthday?”

  I duck my head down, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah,” I say, a little embarrassed. “How could I not? You were unforgettable too.”

  He tilts my face back up to his, kissing me long and slow and deep. As he pulls my body tighter against him, I’m suddenly struck with the undeniable feeling: jumping out of that cake was the best decision I’ve ever made.

  THE END

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  Part IV

  Collared for Christmas by Willow Winters

  Chapter 1

  Joshua

  I sigh heavily at my desk knowing I shouldn’t be doing this. But I fucking want to. I lean back in the leather chair, staring across the room with the tips of my fingers tapping on the Mahogany desk.

  It’s been years since I’ve seen her and now that I’ve had a glimpse of my sweet Cherry, I can’t get her out of my head.

  What’s worse is she didn’t even see me. Or maybe it’s better that way. I’m not sure.

  It was her voice that made me turn. The soft cadence that spilled from those beautiful lips. Had I never heard her, I wouldn’t have seen her. It’s incredible how sometimes fate gives you just enough of a glimpse to change everything.

  I close my eyes remembering the sweet sound of her voice. She ordered a salted caramel coffee and a blueberry muffin to go. I huff a small laugh at the memory. She always had a sweet tooth. Her pale pink, A-line dress flowed below her hips as she moved across the glass display case, smiling sweetly as the young man handed her the muffin.

  She nibbled on the muffin as she waited for her coffee. Those plump lips parting ever so slightly as she pushed a stray crumb into her mouth and sucked gently on her finger. She’ll never know just how tempting and sexy she is without even trying. The sight made my dick twitch. I remember how she wrapped those lips around my cock and owned me as she sucked me off. I groan in my chair trying to push the past out of my mind.

  I was stuck there, in my seat at the far corner of the coffee shop, frozen in time, watching her as though I weren’t really there. The paper in my lap and an espresso on the small, white table in front of me, I stared at her with desire.

  I couldn’t believe she was there right in front of me. As if the time hadn’t passed and we hadn’t parted all those years ago. I sat there in awe until she accepted her coffee with a smile, taking a sip as she strode to the front, shifting the purse on her shoulder as she pushed the door open and left, blending into the hustle and bustle of the city.

  I smile at the memory, back when we were together, she never drank coffee. It doesn’t surprise me that she ordered it flavored and added so much damn sugar to it.

  I had no idea she’d moved to the city. I had no clue she was anywhere near me. My Cherry.

  I’m ashamed to remember how I followed her to her office building. The winter air blowing in my face and the Christmas carolers already out in the morning on the corners of the busy streets. I walked into the sleek sky-rise with shiny steel and tall glass windows. I’ve driven past this building a thousand times. I remember thinking there’s no way she’s been this close to me all this time.

  I walked in behind her and watched as she walked through the marble floored lobby of Parker-Moore and confidently strode towards the elevator. I walked to the fountain in the center of the lobby and watched as she took small bites of what was left of the muffin, waiting for the elevator to ding and take her away from me.

  I look back to the screen on my computer. All of her information is there. Alena Morgan. She’s a chief advisor for a prominent sales company now. After years of schooling and a prestigious internship. Now she’s back. Back in my life with her dreams accomplished.

  And according to her background check, her name is the only one on the lease.

  Which means she’s single. As far as I can tell she is.

  I fucking hope she is. I want her now even more than I wanted her then. I knew I’d hold her back, I knew she needed more from life than what I had to offer back then. Fuck, we were only just experiencing life and I wanted to keep her all to myself. I felt selfish and like an asshole for making her feel like she needed to run. And when she walked away, I let her go without fighting.

  The day she left me tore a hole in my heart, filled only by my work. I worked in private security with a good friend of mine, Isaac. Every fucking day, I was working. Trying to ignore the fact that I’d let her slip away.

  She was mine. Had I told her no, she wasn’t leaving, I think she would have rebelled, but I could have disciplined her and she would have fucking loved it. She would have seen how good it felt. How much she wanted it as much as I did. We could have made it work. But back then, I wasn’t the man I am now and I sure as fuck wasn’t the Dom I am now.

  She wouldn’t have understood her feelings and I would have failed at explaining them to her. She was degrading what we had by thinking her submission made her weak. It doesn’t make her any less of an equal to submit. If anything she has the upper hand. I’m the one who needs to know the limits, her limits. The limits that she sets.

  But she didn’t accept that. She wouldn’t. She left me and I let her go, burying myself in work as a punishment more than anything else.

  Until I met Lynn and created this place. Club X.

  A smile curls my lips up.

  I never dreamed it would grow to be something so … powerful. This lifestyle has always been a passion of mine. The darkness may have been hidden and subdued, but it’s always been there. I didn’t know how lucrative my expertise would turn out to be.

  This rebuilt mansion is an escape to debauchery and sin for the rich and powerful. Our security and use of nondisclosure agreements as well as the clientele make Club X unique and desirable. We’re exclusive and that makes the members even more eager to join. Most only know of Club X through word of mouth. We don’t have a website and we aren’t interested in advertising. With a ten thousand per month membership fee, we don’t need more business.

  This club may be my profession, but it’s so much more than that.

  It’s something I want to show my Cherry. I know she’d love it. She’s the most submissive woman I’ve ever met. She’s confident and professional, but she craves an escape from responsibility. She loves handing over power to those she can trust. She may not be aware of it, but it’s liberating for her.

  I need that exchange of power. I need her back in my life.

  I haven’t had a steady relationship for years. I haven’t even had a submissive or played downstairs for months. I haven’t wanted like this in so damn long.

  Not since she left me.

  I click
to my email and hover the mouse over send. But I can’t do it. I can’t let her know that I’m here just yet. I’m afraid she’ll run.

  I stare at the screen, feeling pissed off to even be in this predicament. I know one thing for sure, as soon as I get her in here, I’m not letting her go.

  At that thought, an idea strikes me.

  “Lynn?” I call out of my office and my business partner, the face of the business really, peers into my doorway.

  We met years ago and hit it off right away as friends, good friends too. We aren’t anything more than that, and we both like it that way. In this line of business, that makes what we do much easier.

  “What can I do for you, Joshua?” she asks, walking in but only taking a few steps into my office.

  I don’t want my sweet Alena, my Cherry, knowing I want her here. I want her to come here on her own.

  I tell her, “I need you to send an email for me.”

  She tilts her head with her forehead pinched, “am I your secretary now?” There’s a touch of humor, but also slight disbelief.

  “It’s an invitation and it can’t come from me.” I tap my knuckles on the desk, debating on whether or not I should tell her.

  Judging by the smile on her face, she doesn’t need to know more. Lynn is an expert at judging facial expressions and apparently I’ve given more than enough away.

  “I’m happy to help,” she says with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

  Chapter 2

  Alena

  I swallow thickly looking up at the large wooden doors. This is for me. A Christmas present of sorts for myself. I’m finally going to go through with it. My heartbeat races and my palms are sweaty. I’ve never done anything like this. I haven’t even been with a man in years.

  As pathetic as that sounds, work has taken priority. I’m more than ready for this.