Bad Boy Christmas: Box Set (3 page)

The first thing he brought up to her was the red leather collar. “Will you wear this tonight for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Without hesitation she nodded.

Greg gave her his sexy smile that caused a fluttering sensation in her belly and caused her to grow even more damp between her thighs. He fastened the collar around her neck and she felt a strong sense of ownership—that she belonged to him.

If the storm held up, maybe longer?

Next he brought the leather wrist cuffs to her. “Turn around.” His voice became commanding, dominating. “You are to refer to me as Sir when you respond to me, or you will be punished. I give no second chances.”

She shivered, totally turned on by their role-playing. “Yes, Sir,” she replied and turned so that her back was to him. He drew her arms behind her, fastened the cuffs around her wrists and linked them so that she couldn’t move her arms.

Greg took her by the shoulders and brought her to face him. Jeez, he was handsome. He gestured to an armless chair, the seat a red velvet cushion. “Lie on your belly on that chair.”

Alyson worried her lower lip with her teeth as she walked to the chair. She lowered herself so that her belly was on the cushion. With her hands shackled behind her back, it wasn’t easy, but she managed to get her head and shoulders over one side, her hair hanging in her face, her ass sticking up in the air.

“Good girl.” His voice slid over her skin like satin.

She turned her head just enough that she saw him select the ankle shackles next. As he kneeled to fasten them to her ankles, hobbling her, the pounding in her chest grew more intense.

The next thing he did was pick up the scarf she had dropped somewhere along the way after her erotic dance.

He brought it toward her. Her mouth watered at how close his very erect cock was to her mouth.

“What are you going to do with that, Sir?” her voice wavered.

His voice dropped to a purr. “Keep you from crying out or screaming loud enough for the people in the other rooms to hear.”

In an instant he had her gagged.

Oh, my God.

He reached up for another scarf and before she knew what he was doing, he blindfolded her.

Heart beating so fast it almost hurt, she wriggled and made a sound of protest. He laughed and he slapped her on the ass. “You are my little sub tonight, Alyson Charmaine.”

But then his voice grew more serious. “Since you obviously can’t have a safe word right now, how about a signal with your fingers. Show me what you’d like your signal to be.

Alyson flipped him off and he laughed. Damn, but he had a sexy laugh.

“Okay. Got it.” He was still chuckling. “If you flip me the bird, we stop.”

She forced herself to relax. Was she nuts? Sure, she’d wanted sex with a stranger, but she felt so vulnerable and helpless.

And God help her, so turned on that her thighs were slick with moisture. She heard him rustling around in the box. Not being able to see what he would do heightened all her senses.

The thought made blood rush in her ears from both fear and the thrill of being taken like this.

“Have you had a plug up your ass before?” he asked as pressure on her anus and the coolness of the gel made her startle. She nodded. “Very good, baby.” He slowly began to push the thick plug into her ass. “You’re doing great.”

Since she’d experienced them, she knew to relax when the plug was inserted, but she could tell this was a slightly bigger one than what she was used to. The feel of the slick, cool gel mixed with the initial pain as the plug slid in. Her eyes watered behind her blindfold, but as her anus became adjusted to the plug, she felt a sense of fullness, pleasure even.

He moved away from her and she heard more rustling. “Good, there’s ice with the champagne.”

Ice?

“It shouldn’t take too long to cool,” he said. “I’ll just leave that in for a bit.” What the hell was he talking about? Next came the rustling of ice cubes, then the click of a switch and the hum of a vibrator.

Yeah, she knew her way around one of those.

Greg knelt behind her and pushed her legs apart, as far as they would go with the hobbles, and her pussy spasmed as he brushed her folds with the vibrator. He slid it inside her slick core and she cried out behind her gag as the vibrator went deep and added to the dual sensation of the plug up her ass.

He pushed his body between her thighs. While holding the vibrator inside her with one hand, he reached around and pinched one of her nipples. Alyson moaned and he pinched harder. It hurt then it felt so good. He pinched her other nipple just as hard and her body bucked.

She was so freaking close to orgasm she was about to lose it.

“Don’t come until I give you permission, baby.” He slid the vibrator in and out of her core, taunting her.

The words barely registered. Alyson thrashed as the butt plug enhanced the movement of the vibrator in and out of her, and Greg continued to pinch her nipples. The chains connecting her ankles rattled and her blindfold and gag somehow made everything more intense.

Greg bit her ass cheek.

She lost it.

The orgasm hit her so hard she saw flashing lights behind her blindfold. Her body jerked and she fought against her bindings. Her pussy contracted around the vibrator and her anus clenched down on the plug.

Her whole body continued to throb and throb and she felt lightheaded from lying over the edge of the chair.

Greg rubbed his fingers over the spot he’d bitten. “You were a very bad girl, baby. You climaxed without permission.”

Greg smiled as he brought Alyson to a wild orgasm but grimaced as his cock ached even more. The fact that she’d climaxed without his permission meant he got to erotically punish her—and he was looking forward to it.

“Let’s get you to your feet.” He withdrew the vibrator and set it on the floor. He took her by the shoulders, turned her over so that he could sweep her into his embrace, and helped her stand.

As he’d expected, the moment her feet touched the ground her knees buckled and he had to hold her up. She’d have to be lightheaded, not to mention a little boneless from what must have been a spectacular orgasm, if the way she had gone wild was any indication.

He held her by the shoulders for a few moments as she got her bearings. Gently kissing from her jawline to her ear, he murmured, “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

A shiver wracked Alyson’s body and he grinned. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. The fact that she was blindfolded, gagged, and had a butt plug in her ass totally turned him on, and he knew it had to be adding to her own enjoyment. With her eyes covered, he didn’t have to hide his pleasure of the situation as a Dom often did when his sub could see him.

Her skin was flushed and by having her arms shackled behind her back, it caused her breasts to thrust up. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her nipples.

“Spread your legs as far as you can,” he ordered as he pressed on the inside of one of her thighs, close to her heat. With the short chain between her ankles, she could only move them a short distance apart. She moaned when he touched her and he caught the rich smell of her musk.

Greg removed his hand and reached into the box to grab the dangly nipple rings. After he retrieved them, he moved his mouth to one of her breasts and suckled her nipple. A groan rose up behind her gag and she gasped when he bit down on her hard nub. He took one of the dangles, slipped the loop over her nipple and tightened it with the slider, and she moaned. Just tight enough for her to feel a little pain with her pleasure.

He licked and sucked her other nipple, making it just as hard as the other one when he bit down on it. The gag muffled all her groans, cries and moans, but he felt every one of them and that made him even hotter. In a few seconds he had the other nipple ring on and flipped the dangles of each one so that she could feel the tickle of them against her breasts.

When he finished, he said, “On your knees.”

Alyson hesitated, but he took her by the shoulders and helped her lower herself to the soft cream-colored carpeting. He reached behind her head and brought her face close to his cock, letting the sensitive head brush her cheek as he took off her gag. Her mouth was a sexy shade of red, and when she moistened her lips it shot a rod of white-hot desire straight through his erection.

He gave an exaggerated sigh. “You allowed yourself pleasure when you weren’t supposed to have any, isn’t that right?” he said, smiling because she couldn’t see him and because of the fun he was going to have punishing her.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was raspy, no doubt from being gagged for a while.

“Now you’ll suck my cock and take me as deep as you can go.” He picked up the riding crop. “While I use the crop on you.”

Her throat visibly worked as she swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

Greg placed his erection to her lips and she opened for him, taking him inside her warm, moist mouth. A groan rose up in him as he grabbed the back of her head with one hand and slowly thrust in and out. “Do you like me fucking your mouth?” It was hard keeping his voice steady, but he managed.

She nodded and sucked harder. He wished right now her hands were free so she could stroke him, and that she wasn’t blindfolded so he could see her beautiful green eyes.

He raised the crop and hit her ass with it. She made a muffled cry around his cock.

“You looked so beautiful when you went wild with your orgasm.” He struck her again and she made another muffled sound. “But your orgasms are mine to control.”

Again he hit her with the crop and then again. Not too hard, just enough to sting and not leave marks.

Goddamn she felt so good. The power of an orgasm was rushing toward him when he jerked his cock out of her mouth and his breathing was ragged. He wanted to wait until he fucked her before he climaxed.

Alyson was still a little woozy from her over-the-top orgasm, when he brought her to her feet and snapped something to the collar around her throat.

A leash.

Uh-oh.

“Follow me,” he said in that authoritative tone he used when he was being all Dom.

“Yes, Sir.”

He tugged on the leash and she did her best to follow him, blindfolded and shackled, with a plug up her ass. Now she sort of knew what prisoners felt like when they were hobbled and handcuffed. And here she was.

A prisoner of desire.

She didn’t know where he was leading her, but she followed, the sound of the chains clinking and their soft footsteps in the luxurious carpet. Her sharpened senses took in the scents of Christmas all around her—cinnamon, cloves, oranges, and pine. The music still played softly in the background, Connick’s sensual voice adding to the eroticism of the moment.

They stopped and Greg unhooked the leash from her collar. “On your knees.”

“Yes, Sir.” She found it easier to call him that, and it made her even hornier.

He helped her to her knees, then unfastened the cuffs at her back and the ankle hobble, too. She rotated her shoulders, feeling sore from her hands being cuffed for so long.

The only thing left on her now was the blindfold, the butt plug and the dangly things on her nipples. They hurt, yet felt good all at the same time. She liked how the dangly parts caressed her breasts.

In the next moment he took off the blindfold, too, and she blinked and squinted. They were in a bedroom and it was still dark, but another fireplace crackled, hissed and popped, and its glow lightened the room a little.

For a moment she wondered how the fireplace could be working in a hotel room with the power out, then thought perhaps it was gas heated.

But then, at this moment, she didn’t really care.

“Lie on the edge of the bed, belly down.” He gestured toward a bed that looked heavenly soft with a thick white comforter and lots of fluffy pillows. “I want you half on, half off, so that your ass is in the air.”

She was so busy looking at his gorgeous features and body that she almost forgot, but she got out a “Yes, Sir,” before she went to the bed. Her heart pounded and her breath caught as he approached her with the flogger in his hand.

When she was lying on the bed, the dangly nipple thingies pressed against her breasts, causing them to ache even more. She trembled a little, but she presented her ass high like he’d ordered her to.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” he said in a hard, controlled voice as he slapped the flogger over his palm.

“Yes, Sir.” Heart pounding, her hair slid on the comforter as she nodded. “I climaxed without your permission.”

He trailed the flogger over her spine, up between her shoulder blades to her neck. She shivered with every touch of the soft leather. She tensed, anticipating the first snap of the flogger.

“Relax,” he said. “Don’t scream or cry out.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, trying not to be so tense.

The first snap of the flogger caught her off guard and she did cry out. Tears moistened her eyes as he rubbed the spot with his fingers, bringing pleasure to the burn.

“You know I’ll have to extend your flogging, don’t you?” he said as he removed his fingers.

She fought to keep the tears from her voice. “Yes, Sir.” The tears weren’t just from pain, but from the fact that she was so freaking horny, and all of this was turning her on so much that she didn’t know how much more she could take of it.

Alyson bit down on her lip as Greg flogged her ass. Every time he struck her, he would rub the area making it turn into a slow burn and then pleasure. Combined with the butt plug still up her ass and the rings squeezing her nipples, the flogging was actually bringing her closer to orgasm.

He even used it on her pussy and that made her want to scream out with pleasure. The soft ends of the flogger reached as high as her clit. Just a little more and she’d end up being flogged even more for climaxing.

Although this punishment wasn’t too bad—she was totally getting off on it—but she needed Greg to fuck her, and that was driving her crazier than anything.

“Stay here,” he said and the flogger thumped on the floor as he tossed it aside. She remained half on, half off the bed, the plug still in her ass, the dangles smashed into her breasts and her ass burning. And horny beyond belief.