Snowbound Christmas

by Veronica Tower

  “Do you like it?”

  Ron wore a white towel about his waist and nothing else. Beads of water glistened on his skin. The erection which had so captivated her attention before had disappeared, but the intensity with which he had looked at her in the shower was still very evident in his face.

  “Oh yes,” Kara assured him. “It’s beautiful. How did you arrange this?”

  Ron picked one of the bottles off the table and began to open it. “You are beautiful,” he said. “That stone is merely pretty.”

  The cork shot out of the bottle and ricocheted off the ceiling. A shower of foamy liquid sprayed out, catching Kara on her thighs and sending her scooting back onto the bed. She was laughing so hard she almost missed what Ron said next.

  “And that is simply exquisite!”

  Following his gaze, she saw her robe had popped open, exposing her newly trimmed pussy to his eager blue eyes.

  Embarrassed, she pulled the flap back in place, covering herself.

  Ron turned and filled the champagne flutes, then exchanged the bottle for the glasses. He crossed the room to stand before the bed. “Merry Christmas,” he said, as he handed Kara her champagne.

  “Merry Christmas,” she said.

  As she lifted her glass to her lips, Ron hooked his fingers in the front of her robe, pulling it out just enough to let him see her nipples. They were charcoal black against her ebony flesh, with thick chewy centers surrounded by large puckered aureoles.

  “You just keep getting more beautiful,” Ron told her, “but I think these want to stand out even prouder for me.”

  Before Kara could object, Ron tipped his flute and splashed the icy liquid onto Kara’s right breast. Her nipple responded instantly, thickening to its full magnificence even as she tried to jump away from him.

  Ron’s grip on her robe held her firmly in place.

  “That’s cold!” she protested.

  “Let me take care of that,” he suggested. Dipping his head, he chastely kissed the top of her breast, and then worked his way down beneath it: licking, kissing and sucking, further loosening her robe.

  Kara trembled with each stroke of his tongue. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing while Ron nursed at her breast, lightly chewing on her nipple. Without pausing in his ministrations he freed her other breast, letting the dark flesh pop free, and a second libation of champagne splashed down on top of her.

  Hissing with surprise, Kara tried to surge to her feet, but Ron caught her and forced her down on the bed. His lips pulled free from her right breast and transferred to her stomach, licking the trail of champagne back up toward her breast and the puckered, aching nipple begging for his attention. His tongue was warm and rough against her silky flesh, his sharp teeth little keys to ecstasy.

  She was ready for him when he spilled the remainder of his glass onto her stomach, then stepped back to watch the tendrils of golden liquid thread their way down her sides, into her navel, and down around her bush.

  “I have another bet for you,” Ron told her. He stretched out beside her and trailed his fingers through the liquid still pooling on her flesh.

  Kara felt the muscles in her pussy tighten at his words. Each of his earlier bets had worked out to her decided advantage, even though she had technically lost both of them. They had also been tremendously exciting and had served to bring them closer together. She was dying to learn just what it was Ron had in mind now.

  “Do you want to hear the wager?”

  Kara nodded.

  “Then you have to let me prepare you first.” He leaned down and gently drank the champagne from her navel. His rough tongue flicked in and out of the little hole, making certain he recovered every drop.

  Kara closed her eyes and tried to calm her pounding heart. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Ron hadn’t even touched her pussy yet and her body was ready to come.

  “May I prepare you?” Ron asked.

  “Oh God, yes,” Kara gasped, almost ready to agree to his terms without hearing them.

  “Good,” Ron said. “Let me start by helping you out of this.” He eased the robe off her shoulders and slid it out from under her.

  To Kara’s immense surprise, Ron used it to cover her again, laying it over her naked body from pelvis to breasts.

  “That’s only while we negotiate,” Ron assured her. “You’re too damn beautiful. It’s very distracting.”

  He stood up and took one of the tie boxes off the other bed.

  “I’ve been wondering what those were for,” Kara told him.

  “I like to make certain of things,” Ron explained. He removed a Santa Claus print tie and discarded the carton. Then he picked up her arm and quickly tied the silk to her wrist.

  “What are you doing?” Kara asked.

  “Binding you to the bed.”

  A tremor ran the length of Kara’s body. “Why are you tying me?”

  Ron’s voice was flat. “So you can’t push me away when you start coming like you did last night.”

  The tremor intensified, working its way from the depths of Kara’s pussy up the length of her spine while Ron calmly secured the other end of her restraint to the bedpost.

  “What if I don’t want to be tied up?” Kara asked.

  Ron removed a second tie from its box. It was gold with green wreathes—ugly, but more than sufficient for this purpose. He looked her straight in the eye. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Kara’s nipples hardened beneath the robe. “No,” she whispered.

  Ron tied Kara’s other wrist to the opposite bed post. She tested the restraints. They were both very secure.

  Ron pushed her ass into the middle of the bed and set about tying her legs down. In no time at all she was spread eagle before him, tits and pussy still hidden by the robe. Ron plucked a pillow off the other mattress and slid it under Kara’s ass.

  “I seem to have miscalculated,” he admitted. “I forgot the blindfold.”

  “Blindfold?” Kara asked. “But I want to see you!”

  “Maybe we could use the belt of your robe,” Ron suggested.

  “No! I want to see you!”

  “Really?” Ron grinned and pulled his towel loose. At half-mast he was significantly smaller than the glimpse she had enjoyed earlier in the bathroom, but he was still mighty impressive. His cock seemed to grow as she looked at it. She couldn’t wait to get it in her hands.

  “Now for the wager,” Ron reminded her. His voice was low and exciting. “You are an exquisite woman who has been poorly used of late. Where you should be worshipped, stimulated in both mind and body, you’ve been horribly neglected. I propose to change all that. You need a man who can fully satisfy you, and I want to be that man.”

  Kara couldn’t keep her voice from trembling. “You do?”

  Ron continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I bet that I can make you come today like you have never dreamed of coming: harder, longer, faster, better than you have ever climaxed before.”

  Kara swallowed hard. Ron’s finger traced the arch of her left foot. It wasn’t a sexual action, but she found it erotic nonetheless. She tried to pull her foot away, but the necktie held her securely. Ron acted like he didn’t know he was slowly driving her crazy. “What’s the…What’s the wager?” she asked.

  “You stay with me one night for every orgasm you experience. Every time I make you come, our relationship extends another twenty-four hours. I’m betting I can satisfy you for the rest of your life, and I’m willing to give you an easy out if I ever let you down. The moment you stop coming, you’ll be free to go.”

  Kara’s heart beat like a snare drum, a rapid patter far too quick to count. How long was Ron really talking about? They had just met! Talking about the rest of her life was absurd.

  Ron ripped the robe off Kara’s body, fully exposing her to his greedy eyes. Her thick, swollen nipples strained toward the ceiling; the lips of her pussy glistened with excitement.

  Ron sat down on the bed beside
her and ran his fingertips lightly across her smooth stomach. “Of course, to be fair,” he continued, “you will have to be available to me any time I want you—night or day, at your home or your office, out dancing or at your parents’ house…”

  He reached out and tweaked her thick brown nipple. “If I want to touch you, I can. If I want to kiss you…” he bent over Kara’s groin and brushed her swollen clit with his lips, making her whole body jerk with pleasure.

  He looked back up into her eyes. “If I want to fuck you…”

  Ron gave his hardening dick a quick tug. “No matter where we are or who we’re with, your body is mine.”

  Ron let go of his dick and plucked at one of the neckties. “That’s why I’ve tied you up,” he said, “so you’ll remember our wager. If you agree to our bet, every night after this you’ll be just like this, even if you’re not physically tied to our bed.”

  Kara didn’t think she’d ever been this wet before. He hadn’t even really touched her yet and her pussy was quivering with excitement. But she wasn’t completely certain she understood what he wanted yet. He wanted her, of course, but the wager confused her. “So tell me again what you win.”

  Ron straddled Kara’s body and slowly licked each of her nipples. His tongue was long and flat, and her body strained to follow after it. He grinned broadly when he met her eyes again. His now rigid dick pointed straight up her stomach toward her mouth.

  “I win you, of course — night and day, body and soul — for as long as I can keep satisfying you.”

  “And if I win?”

  Ron shook his head, then slid down her body, a trail of his pre-come staining Kara’s stomach. “That is you winning, Kara. You get a man who adores you and wants more than anything else to satisfy all of your desires.” He hesitated, his mouth hovering inches over her clitoris. “You do think I can satisfy you, don’t you, Kara?”

  Kara knew that if Ron actually touched her clit with that tongue she would die from excitement. He was all the man she had ever wanted. She tried to tell him so, but her throat clogged with emotion and only a husky “Yes” popped out.

  Ron’s mouth drew closer, half an inch above her swollen nub of flesh. His hot breath prickled her skin, and she thrust her hips up against him. Ron tried to pull away, but she was too fast for him, smacking his mouth with her pussy and leaving her juices glistening on his lips.

  She watched Ron taste those juices, his hard dick thumping with happiness. He was smiling as well as he placed a hand firmly on each of her thighs and pressed her back down onto the mattress. He got right back over her aching clit so she could feel his breath when he spoke.

  “I’m glad you want me, Kara, but I’m not going to let you come until you agree to my wager. We’ll make it retroactive. Last night won me today. Before Christmas is over, I want to win the month of January.”

  January? That was, like, forty times! Ron thought he could make her come forty times? It just wasn’t possible, but suddenly nothing was more important to Kara than feeling Ron’s rough tongue try. She bucked back up against him, but Ron was ready for her this time, and his hands were too strong. No matter how she squirmed or thrust or twisted, she couldn’t get her pussy up into his mouth.

  “Do you agree?” he asked again.

  “Yes, damn it, yes!” she shouted, then screamed and thrashed anew as he sucked her clitoris inside his mouth.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Kara bucked like an unbroken mare and it was everything Ron could do to keep his mouth latched onto her. Despite the neckties binding ankles and wrists, Kara’s hips were everywhere on the mattress, twisting, pulling and thrusting in her excitement. Every muscle in her body seemed to have exploded, and the more he sucked, the more frenzied were her gyrations.

  It was absolutely the most exciting thing Ron had ever experienced. She was a mad woman, thrashing beneath him. He couldn’t begin to imagine how incredible her frenzied pussy would feel exploding around his rigid dick.

  Kara kept trying to say something, but her seizure-like orgasms wouldn’t let her form the words. It was breathtaking! Ron couldn’t be sure how many times she had already actually climaxed and there appeared to be no end in sight. When he’d suggested this wager, he’d naively believed that a space naturally separated each of a woman’s orgasms. He hadn’t realized they could all blur into one like a string of firecrackers or a machine gun. No woman had ever been this excited by him before, and he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he wanted Kara.

  Kara continued gasping, thrashing her head from side to side, making incoherent sounds of pleasure. Her rich ebony skin looked even darker now, if that were possible. She screamed with excitement, fought with her bonds, and writhed her hips in helpless ecstasy. Ron thought he ought to consider slowing the pace and letting Kara catch her breath, but her endless gyrations and sexy moans had him far too horny to stop now. His fevered dick needed to feel Kara’s pussy while she was still climaxing. He had to know now what Kara’s passion felt like squeezing against the naked flesh of his rock hard dick.

  Ron reared up over Kara, wiping at the juices that smeared his cheeks and chin. The veins stood out on his cock like corded muscle. He had always been large, but today he felt bigger than ever. His fat mushroom head was so swollen it had turned dark and purplish. Pre-cum oozed out of the eye and dripped onto Kara’s thigh like water from a leaky faucet.

  Kara kept writhing beneath him, unable to calm down while Ron rubbed the slick head of his cock against her juicy lips. He was so big he’d thought he’d have trouble entering her, but she was so wet and excited that the massive head easily slipped inside.

  Kara’s head snapped off her pillow, her mouth forming a beautiful, sexy ‘O’.

  Ron just couldn’t wait anymore. He lunged up the length of her body, crushing her wonderful breasts beneath his chest, and thrust his rigid cock as deep within her as he could make it go.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kara hadn’t believed that anything so big could enter her without tearing something, but the cum-slicked head of Ron’s cock felt velvet smooth as its more narrow tip opened her and Kara’s juicy lips happily swallowed it.

  Then Ron’s weight came crashing down on top of her, and his hips thrust hard against her own. His swollen meat stabbed deep inside her body, stretching her vagina to places it had never gone before.

  Ron was no longer gentle or patient. He was no longer worried about her needs. All he seemed concerned about was ramming his cock as deep inside her as possible.

  Kara loved it all!

  What might have hurt if he had tried it in the bathroom was everything her body wanted now. She’d been coming for what seemed like hours. Every nerve ending in her body had fired at least a thousand times. She could never be more ready to accommodate his girth than she was right this moment. And Ron’s thick head, pulsing veins, and the rougher skin of his shaft ignited her body anew. Her pussy shuddered all around him, and the only thing wrong was that the damn neckties prevented her from wrapping her arms and legs about Ron and locking him inside her.

  Ron lifted his hips, dragging that delicious cock back through Kara’s passage. He got his arms beneath him, taking some of his weight off her chest while improving his leverage. Then he shoved his cock back inside her.

  He wasn’t as completely gone as Kara had first thought, but he was definitely teetering on the edge of abandon. The faster he pumped his hips, the tighter she squeezed her pussy around him, the closer he came to exploding in her depths.

  His cock pistoned in and out of her. His flushed face darkened toward purple. He seemed to be trying to adjust his angle, leaning over on his side as he thrust against her in a way that her g-spot utterly adored. She started coming again, still always, and his lips clamped on to her, sucking at her mouth, her cheek, her earlobe.

  His right hand left the mattress, and his fingers dug hard into her breast. The pain blurred with her pleasure, and she spasmed even more tightly around his thick shaft. Her left
leg finally broke free of its restraint and she threw it around his thighs. His breaths were rapid, hoarse, and obviously painful, sure signs that he was close to erupting.

  “Fuck me!” she shouted with all the passion in her blood. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  Ron thrust even deeper than before, the tip of his swollen cock grinding against the end of her vagina. That added pressure was all it took. White-hot fire spurted out of him until they both began screaming out th