We Wish You A Naughty Christmas: A Christmas Collection

by Skye Warren

  But the throbbing between my legs speaks a different language. I like this a lot more than I’d like to admit. My heart is racing at the thought of what else he might have in mind.

  He attaches the leash to the ring on my collar and gets back up on his feet, assessing me, while I tilt my head back to look up at him. He’s cocking his head to the side, contemplating.

  “Pretty,” he observes. “But there’s room for improvement. Hollow your back, show me how pretty that perfect ass of yours can be.”

  I blush, but obey his command immediately, hollowing my back as seductively as I can, lifting my ass up in the process. The fabric of my skirt is pressing against my nakedness underneath, fueling my lust.

  The smile on his face tells me that I’ve done a good job, but he still doesn’t seem to be completely satisfied.

  “Don’t move,” he tells me, while he moves around to my back.

  I gasp in surprise when I find him pulling at my skirt. I instinctively move away from him, but he reacts swiftly, holding me in place with one hand while he uses the other to land a strong slap on my ass.

  “Don’t move.” he repeats, almost in a growl.

  I sigh, expressing a mixture of embarrassment and desperate need. If that slap was supposed to be a warning or a punishment, it’s definitely the sweetest I've ever received.

  He continues to pull my skirt up, until my naked center is exposed. Everything inside me screams to cover myself, to coil up and pull my skirt down to undo what he’s just done.

  But then there’s that other voice. The naughty, forbidden, little voice that comes out every time I’m faced with a man like him, a situation like this.

  I lower my head in defeat. This internal struggle of body and mind is a constant companion in these scenarios. Constantly questioning myself is part of the game, part of the fun even.

  Mr. Stark gets back up on his feet. He pulls on the leash, choking me ever so slightly.

  “Beautiful,” he assesses. “Miss Young, you have no idea how absolutely perfect you look right now. Don’t forget to keep that pretty ass up.”

  “Thank you,” I breathe, and then, “Yes, Sir.”

  He begins walking, pulling on the leash and beckoning me to follow him. I crawl behind him as we leave my office, my head low and my eyes focused on the office floor beneath my palms. His steps are calm and slow, and I know he’s walking backward, his eyes never leaving me as I move in this humiliating fashion.

  Not surprisingly, we’re heading toward his office. I find myself relieved, because there was a moment when I feared that he might want to lead me outside like this. I know there are people out there, exhibitionists, who are into this kind of stuff, public humiliation. But I’m not one of them.

  His office is at the far end of our hallway, and I’ve only been in there once before. It’s huge, way bigger than any other room on the floor, except for the conference room. I never would have guessed that the next time I’d come in here would be this way, me crawling on all fours with my wet center exposed while he’s leading me on a leash like a pet.

  Besides my office, this is the only one with the lights on, which means he must have gotten here long before I heard him out in the hallway. The door is open and once we step – or crawl – inside, the floor beneath me changes in color and texture. While the hallway is laid out with light linoleum, his working space features dark hardwood flooring. It’s much more luxurious and warmer than the floor I just crawled along.

  The things you notice in these scenarios…

  Chapter 5

  Landen

  Her obedience surprises me. She followed me on all fours, crawling through her work space with her sweet little cunt exposed like there was nothing to it.

  It was hard for her, I could tell. But I’m beyond pleased to see how well she did. She deserves every reward I had in mind, all the pleasure I can give her.

  I stop once we’re inside my office, and as soon as my steps stop, she stops, too.

  “Look at me,” I tell her, and beautiful Sybil Young tilts her head back and looks at me through those pretty brown eyes as if I was the only person on the planet. Right now, for her, I am.

  “You did very well,” I praise her. “And good girls like you deserve a treat, don’t you think?”

  A faint smile appears on her face, and she suggests a nod.

  “Sit,” I command her, curious to see how she interprets that particular instruction.

  She sits back on her heels, placing her hands on her knees and looking at me expectantly. Perfect. She never even tried to fix her skirt.

  I kneel down in front of her and place a kiss on her pouty lips, simply because I want to. Even a perfectly planned protocol needs to be broken once in a while.

  She moans beneath our kiss, leaning in and almost forgetting herself, but just almost. When I retreat and get back up on my feet, I find her in the exact same position as before. So fucking perfect.

  “Come,” I say, pulling at the leash and beckoning her to follow me. I see a hint of confusion flicker across her pretty face for a moment, because she has no idea where I’m leading her.

  My office has a secluded seating area that’s divided from the rest of the room by a panel room divider. I head toward that corner and turn out the lights in passing. She doesn’t dare to lift her head, but even without doing so, she must notice that the room didn’t go completely dark. Candlelight is providing the seating area behind the panel with a warm, dim glow, just enough to take in her beauty without ruining the atmosphere.

  I lead her behind the divider and ask her to lift her eyes so she can see what I’ve prepared for us.

  Her innocent face is bathed by candlelight as she looks up, her eyes widening when she sees what’s unfolding in front of her.

  “Oh my God,” she breathes.

  Candles are placed on every ledge I could find, on the coffee table and the bookshelves next to the seating area. There’s a chaise lounge next to the main seating area, and that’s where I’m leading her now.

  “Now,” I tell her, as she obediently awaits instruction. “I told you, good girls deserve a reward. Are you ready for yours?”

  She nods, her eyes glowing with excitement. I raise an eyebrow, prompting her to reply in a more suitable way.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

  I nod and remove the leash from her collar. There’s no need for it anymore. To my surprise, her eyes follow the leash with a sign of sorrow as I put it away. She flinches in surprise when I begin to unbutton her blouse, but she doesn’t resist or try to move out of my reach. Instead, her eyes lock onto mine, flickering with arousal. She’s turned on and confused. I can feel her heartbeat through the fabric of her bra as I unbutton the light blouse above it. I remove her blouse, slowly caressing the skin along her collarbone and arms while I do so. She closes her eyes with relish. A nervous giggle escapes her lips when my hands travel along her naked torso to her back to unhook her bra. Normally, I’d slap her for this outburst, but I let it go for now. She’s too alluring to be too strict with.

  Her pert breasts bounce free and I can’t resist touching them, carefully cupping them and teasing her stiff nipples with my thumbs. They're the perfect size, barely filling my palms as I close my hands around her mounds, and she moans with pleasure when I caress her sensitive nubs.

  “Stand up,” I tell her, getting back up on my feet myself.

  I hold out my right hand to help her up and she gladly takes the offer, stumbling on her legs like a young deer who’s taking its first steps. I don’t waste another moment and find the zipper of her skirt right away. I’ve been waiting too long for this and it’s time I taste her, truly taste her.

  She places her hands on my shoulders, supporting herself while I unzip her skirt and push it down over the curve of her luscious ass. It falls to the floor, and there she stands, completely naked in front of me, finally.

  I place a quick kiss on her forehead before I take her dainty hands and gently remove them fro
m my shoulders so that I’m able to take a step back and take her in. Her eyelashes flash nervously while my eyes trail along her beautiful body, assessing every inch of it.

  “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” I tell her, while she coyly lowers her head and resists the urge to cover herself up. “You’re perfect, beautiful, a true sight to behold.”

  She smiles at me and whispers the most exquisite words. “Thank you, Sir.”

  I take her hand and pull her closer.

  “Undress me,” I command her. “But don’t rush it.”

  She nods eagerly, and her hands wander along the seam of my suit jacket, while her eyes are locked onto mine, as if she’s still seeking permission, even though I just granted it to her.

  Sybil Young is more than I could ever have asked for.

  Chapter 6

  Sybil

  Undressing him is a time-consuming task, especially since he warned me not to rush it. If it were up to me, I’d rip this suit off of his inarguably sculptured body, because I can’t wait any longer.

  But he told me to be careful and to not do anything in a rush, so I do as I’m bid. Still, I don’t bother to suppress a sigh with awe when I get rid of his shirt and his muscular chest is revealed in front of my undeserving eyes. This just proves how far this man is out of my league. My fingertips trail along his well defined six pack and the v-shaped canyons that lead down to his groin. I’ve never seen, let alone touched, a man who looks like this.

  My hands are trembling when I reach for his belt, wondering if he might use it tonight. Maybe if I misbehave? A part of me wants to test him, but for now I’m a good girl, aiming for praise and the reward he promised.

  I unbuckle his belt and open his pants, dropping down onto my knees before I pull them down. He told me not to rush things, but I still dare to remove everything at once, so that his prominent erection springs free right in front of my face.

  He’s massive! My eyes widen at the sight of his enormous member, causing him to chuckle.

  “Now, that was a little too eager, don’t you think?” he says, and my heart jumps.

  I let go of his pants and gasp in surprise when he grabs a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pushes me forward, forcing his length inside my mouth.

  “Sorry, baby girl,” he says, as the tip of his impressive cock pushes against the back of my throat. “You’re not the only one who’s tired of waiting.”

  A desperate gag is all I can respond with, but he doesn’t need me to speak anyway. Just as I think I might actually choke on his length, he pulls me back by the hair, leaving me just a second to gasp in air before he pushes himself between my lips again. I hold on to his athletically defined pelvis as he continues to fuck my mouth like no one has before him, especially not on a first date. If this can be considered a date at all.

  Saliva is running down my jaw by the time he’s done with me. I cough and gag while he pulls my head back to force me to look up to him.

  “Good girl,” he praises. “You took that like a champ. Now, let me return the favor.”

  He lets go of my hair and steps aside.

  “Get on,” he says gesturing toward the chaise lounge behind him. “On your back, make yourself comfortable and spread those pretty legs for me.”

  My body obliges on its own accord, while my mind is still struggling to process what just happened. I climb on the chaise lounge, the collar biting into my neck as I lay down and hesitantly spread my legs for him, exposing my wet entrance. The shame has long been overrun by my impatient longing for him. I don’t care about anything but pleasure right now, and I know he can provide just that.

  To my surprise, he gets down on his knees in front of the chaise lounge, bringing his face so close to my glistening lips that my lust is overshadowed by embarrassment for a moment. He looks at me, casting me a naughty smirk before he places his hands at the inside of my upper thighs, spreading my legs even further before he leans forward.

  I yelp when his tongue meets my most sensitive spot right away. I’m so wet, so aroused by everything we’ve done so far, and so ashamed by my arousal at the same time.

  He doesn’t care about any of that and starts drawing circles around my clit while his hands glide along the side of my waist up to my ribcage and finally settle on my breasts, where he zeroes in on my erect nipples all too soon. He takes them between his thumb and index finger and starts pinching and rolling them, sending electric shocks of faint pain through my body mixed with the pleasure his tongue is bringing me.

  I groan in ecstasy, closing my eyes and arching my back, egging him on to torture my hardened nipples even more. Nothing else matters, just his touch, his skillful hands and his seasoned tongue working its magic between my legs. I could come like this, any minute, but I don’t want to. Not before I’ve felt him inside of me.

  “Fuck me,” I beg, pressing my eyes shut in shame.

  He answers with an extra hard pinch on my already tender nubs and a gentle bite on my clit. It almost sends me over the edge, but he withdraws just in time.

  “Naughty girl,” he comments, and for a moment I fear that he might postpone it even longer. But instead, he reaches to the side, producing a condom from a drawer in the coffee table. I hear plastic ripping a second later and breathe in anticipation as he rolls the condom over his length.

  He positions himself on top of me, his tip teasing my wet entrance when he commands me to look up at him.

  I obey and meet his eyes just as he starts pushing himself inside of me, his considerable girth stretching me like no man has before. My eyes instinctively shut as I relish the feeling, but he protests.

  “No, look at me!”

  I lazily open my eyes just enough to see him on top of me, his well-defined muscles tensing as he shoves himself inside.

  “You need to see who’s doing this to you,” he breathes, his excitement apparent. “I want to see your beautiful eyes while I fuck you senseless, Miss Young.”

  Him calling me by my last name reminds me of the taboo connotation of our relationship, and it fuels the raging lust for him. We shouldn’t do this, not here, not now – and yet we are, and it feels so damn right.

  He starts fucking me, shoving in and out in brute thrusts that shake my entire body while I hold on to the backrest, my eyes never leaving his while he fucks me into oblivion. I needed this. I had no idea how much I needed this until now.

  His massive cock continues to stretch me with every shove, testing me, owning me. I’m reminded of his ownership every moment by the collar that’s pinching my skin every time his member fills me with its daunting length.

  “Come,” he tells me.

  I want to protest, but he doesn’t give me a choice as he uses his thumb to tease my swollen clit while continuing to thrust inside of me. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t resist. My climax was imminent even before he added this extra push, but now it rolls over me with relentless force. A blinding wave of bliss takes a hold of me and for a moment I lose myself, closing my eyes shut as I groan and quake, helplessly surrendering to this release he’s forcing out of me. My muscles are clenching around him, sending him over the edge as well and causing him to moan as he finds his own release inside me.

  Chapter 7

  Landen

  “That was quite something, Mr. Stark,” she whispers.

  “Call me Landen.”

  She chuckles. “Okay, Landen. Please, call me Sybil.”

  We’re sitting on the chaise lounge, naked and wrapped up in a blanket. Neither of us has spoken a single word since we climaxed in unison. I’ve collected her in my arms, gently stroking her hip while giving her some time to calm down.

  “It was,” I agree. “More enjoyable than working overtime, I hope?”

  She giggles. “Oh, way better than that.”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” I say. “But you should know, I’m not done with you.”

  She looks up at me, her makeup smeared and her hair ruffled in a postcoital mess, looking absolu
tely beautiful.

  “Not done?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “This is just the beginning. If you’re up for it, that is.”

  She smiles shyly, unsure of what to think of my words. It’s understandable. I’m her boss, after all. Until tonight, we’ve never exchanged any words that weren’t strictly professional and related to our work. I’ve always vowed to stay away from my employees, but I couldn’t stay away from her.

  I thought it would be easier once I’d had her, but now the opposite appears to be the reality. I need more of her.

  “I… I think I am,” she breathes. “But I don’t know… it’s just so-”

  “I know,” I interrupt her. “It’s complicated, but let’s not worry about that tonight.”

  I squeeze her and she sighs, while snuggling up to me. It’s weird how right this feels. Usually, this is the part where I can’t wait to get away, or get the girl out of sight. But with Sybil, it’s different.

  “For now,” I add. “Let’s worry about dinner. I’m starving, how about you?”

  She chuckles and nods.

  “Yes, me too,” she whispers. “I was going to make myself a microwave dinner just before you showed up.”

  “On Christmas Eve?” I ask.

  She shrugs. “It would have been okay.”

  I place my finger below her chin and force her to look up at me.

  “I want more than ‘okay’ for you,” I whisper. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll treat you to a real Christmas Eve dinner. Anything your heart desires.”

  Her eyes lighten up and she smiles at me in disbelief.

  “Is this a dream?” she asks.

  I shake my head and smile.

  “Merry Christmas, Sybil.”