She shivered and couldn’t help it as she mewled with pleasure. He couldn’t seriously mean to fuck her bottom hole, could he?
He sat down on a black leather sofa and reached out for her. “Come over here, my pretty one. It’s time for a spanking. After that, we’ll decorate the tree so that I can admire my handiwork on those naughty cheeks of yours.”
Squealing with delight, she padded quickly over to him on bare feet and he pulled her over his lap. The moment her stomach made contact with his hard thighs, his palm smacked down on her trembling bottom and she moaned with need. His hand slapped her ass repeatedly and she loved every second of it. He didn’t spank her very hard, but enough so that the sting quickly morphed into a wave of lust that ricocheted through her body. Her hips rocked up and his hand caught the bottom curve of her cheeks. He focused next on her upper thighs and she cried out as the pain amplified, as well as the pleasure inside her.
Her bottom, already hot and swollen, wriggled over his lap as his other hand grasped her hip. He stopped spanking her for a moment, then his fingers grazed against the dampness of her arousal on her inner thighs.
“Look at this, so wet after getting a spanking.”
“Oh, my God,” she whined. His fingertips drifted in between her legs and began to caress her damp folds. Whimpering, she arched her hips into his touch as passion built within her. His digits caressed her throbbing clit and there was little she could do to stop the onslaught of pleasure taking over her senses.
“Please, sir, please let me come,” she cried out.
“Not yet.”
His fingers drifted away from her pussy, before trailing backwards and settling on her bottom hole. He didn’t speak anymore as he squeezed a cool liquid onto the rim of muscle there. Raina quieted, knowing that he was about to put that big plug into her backside.
It didn’t take long for him to prepare her tight little star. First, he pressed his thumb in and out of her, before gradually increasing the number of his fingers. Once he was able to enter her tight rosette with a few digits, he pressed the cool plug onto her bottom hole. It was made of silicone, so it was firm yet soft. She squeaked when it first began to enter her, but behaved as he inserted the tip. Once the plug reached its widest point, she cried out and wriggled, which only earned her a harsh spank on both thighs. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and he pushed the toy inside a bit further. The larger size made her feel anxious and she sighed with relief when the plug was finally fully seated within her tight channel. The curved ends of the plug hugged her close, one side settling against the curve of her cleft and the other cupping toward her pussy. The double-headed nature of the plug made it feel as though the toy was perfectly made for her. He patted her bottom gently and she nearly purred in response.
“Good girl. Time to decorate the tree now. Here. Take my hand,” he said while helping her to stand. Her legs quivered with unmet need as her honey dripped down her inner thighs. Feeling her clit throb in tune with her heartbeat, she swallowed heavily. She needed to come, yet he hadn’t allowed her to. She sure hoped he would let her soon.
He led her over to the boxes and she was able to put her pulsating slit in the back of her mind for a little while. The toy was heavy enough to consistently remind her of his dominance and she smiled as she looked back at him. The weekend had hardly even started and she already felt incredible.
They threaded lights around the Christmas tree first. Then, he would hand her an ornament and she would hang it on the tree. They joked and laughed the entire time, her completely naked and him fully clothed. She loved every second and giggled whenever he tweaked a hard nipple or delved between her thighs to keep her arousal on edge, but best of all was when he smacked her sore, red globes time and time again when she reached for a particularly high branch.
Together, they finished decorating the tree by placing a beautifully lighted star at the top. Then she rushed over to her bag and placed her gifts for him under the tree.
He stepped back and gathered her in his arms, sighing with approval.
“Look at how beautiful it looks with a woman’s touch,” he whispered in her ear and she smiled, feeling a blush come over her cheeks. She moaned as his fingers dragged across her stomach, across the gentle curve of her breast, up to a painfully hard nipple. He gripped a bud gently in each hand, twisting lightly to each side. She sighed as her body reacted instantly, arching her back and rising up on her toes in order to keep the pain at bay. Lust woke once again within her, returning with a vengeance like never before.
“Please, sir,” she begged, “please let me come.”
“You will come when I say, not a moment before.”
Whining, she leaned back into him as he lifted her feet from the floor, one arm snaked around her waist.
“Dinner first, Miss Impatient,” he teased with a grin, pinching her nipple harshly with his free hand. She groaned when he finally released her. “Come, I’ve got a roast in the oven. You can help by putting the salad together and pouring us some eggnog.”
She grinned at his words.
“May I freshen up first?” she asked, trying to hold back her smirk.
“Sure. Meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes. Don’t you dare touch yourself, little one. You do not have my permission to come. If you disobey me, I won’t allow you release until Christmas day and that’s a good thirty-six hours away.”
“I won’t, sir, I promise,” she whispered, knowing that she wouldn’t dare challenge him in this. That was a long time without orgasm and she didn’t want to experience a punishment like that.
“Good girl. Bathroom is down the hall. There’s a silk robe I put in there for you that you can wear in the kitchen with me. Wear nothing else though.”
She bounded out of the room and into the entrance of the house, grabbing what was left of her bag along the way. Smiling, she found the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She took a short bit to freshen up, before fingering the satin of a pretty green robe hung up on the back of the door. She shrugged it over her shoulders and sighed as the soft fabric caressed her skin. Hurrying along, she opened her bag and grinned when she saw the bottle of rum she’d packed away. Pouring a hefty amount into her little flask, she screwed on the top an
d tucked it into a pocket within her robe.
With a deep breath, she packed up the rest of her things and made her way back to the kitchen. As soon as she walked in, scents of wonderfully cooked food met her nose and she breathed in deep.
“This sure smells good,” she mused.
“That green looks gorgeous on you. I’m glad I found that for you. Brings out your eyes.”