Wicked Christmas Eve (2 page)

“Open.”

She didn’t think twice before she complied. He slid them inside and watched her clean his fingers with her tongue.

“Mmm. Maybe you’re a dirty girl after all.”

“Cyrus, you should take her inside the playroom before you get busted for breaking the rules.”

The disappointment she’d felt at his withdrawal dissipated in a sudden cloud of embarrassment. Heat raced up her neck and flooded her face.

Cyrus nodded and steered her toward the doorway that led to the back room and her stomach fluttered with nerves. “What about my—”

“Don’t worry. It's taken care of.”

She looked back to see the bartender had gathered her belongings and was placing them in a row of cubbies behind the bar.

“Maybe we should go over a few things. Do you have any hard limits?”

She racked her brain trying to think of something to say. All she had to go on was quasi experience, what she’d read in books, and what little she’d seen since her arrival.

“I don’t think I’d like that whip.” She pointed at the woman still bound to the whipping post with her ass covered in an elaborate design of stripes and welts.

Cyrus smiled. “No worries. The whip is not my implement of choice. I prefer something a little more up close and personal.” He winked. “Anything else?”

“I’m not sure.”

He nodded. “Let’s stick with a safe word, then. If I do something you really don’t like, you can say your word and we’ll stop and discuss what’s going on. Does that work?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He reached forward and pinched her nipples between his fingers. “You, pet, should have said yes, Sir.”

The sharp pressure at her sensitive tips increased ten-fold. Pain sizzled from her breasts to her clit.

“For tonight your safe word is Santa.”

Megan bit her lips to not laugh. No way in hell did she want to yell out ”Santa” when Cyrus was fucking her. “Okay—I mean, yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and led the way inside the backroom. Even with Cyrus blocking part of her view, it was hard not to stare at the woman who moaned and begged for more each time the Dom struck her.

When she lifted her head and glanced around the room, her mouth dropped open. Every inch of the room had been festively decorated for Christmas amid all the dungeon gear. There was a pretty little submissive tied to a St. Andrew's Cross with colorful Christmas lights, a male sub on his hands and knees wearing reindeer ears in a cage shaped like an animal, and a mistress in the naughtiest toy soldier costume she’d ever seen.

“You’re staring.” Cyrus had shifted, placing his mouth right at her ear.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s just so—”

“I call it festive,” he finished for her.

Over the top. Maybe even crazy. Megan kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t want to acknowledge the fact her pussy burned hotter the more she saw.

Fortunately for her, he led her to a small bench. “On your knees, pet.”

Curious as to what he was up to, Megan complied and dropped to the floor in front of him. At this angle she found herself face-to-face with his leather-covered crotch. With an unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric, her mouth watered, and she found herself dying to touch him. What would he taste like?

Cyrus picked up a red sack from the floor. She watched him withdraw a handful of condoms and long strips of red silk.

“Open my pants and pull out my cock.” The tone of Cyrus’ voice deepened, brushing against her with dark desire.

She pulled at the button of his pants, hoping he wouldn’t notice her shaking hands. After a brief pause to calm her racing heartbeat, Megan wrapped her hand around the thick, hard stalk of his penis and pulled him free. Immediately her gaze was drawn to the bulging crown. A small bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip. Without thought, she leaned forward and licked away the moisture.

“Whoa. Not so fast. Here, put this on me.” He handed her a condom in a bright green festive wrap. “Do you have any allergies?”

Megan shook her head while she ripped into the small foil package. She was so damned eager for his cock she pushed the latex along the length of his rigid flesh.

“Hands behind your back, beautiful.” He walked behind her and out of sight.

With her muscles quivering, Megan did as he asked and crossed her wrists at the small of her back. The cool touch of the silk ties he carried caused her to jump. She held her breath while Cyrus wrapped the restraints around her wrist several times before he tied them off.

Cyrus fisted her hair and walked around her. The edge of pain did nothing to dissuade the pressure building inside her. She leaned forward and captured the tip of Cryus’ erection between her lips and sucked hard, the taste of peppermint exploding across her tongue.

“You should have waited my instructions, pet. Now I’ll have to punish you. But first, I’m dying to see what you look like with your lips wrapped around my dick.” He pulled her hair and forced his cock deep into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, and Cyrus withdrew to the tip. She breathed through her nose, and he pushed his way inside once again.

Megan licked and sucked to the best of her ability. She glanced up through her lashes and froze at the tight lust evident on Cyrus’s face. Sweat beaded across his brow, and strain lines showed around his eyes and mouth. Deep satisfaction swelled inside her. He had her hands tied behind her back, his hand holding her head still for his driving cock, and it was her who affected him. Not that she was unaffected. Her insides trembled, and her pussy ached for him to fill it.

She whimpered, the sound startling her. They both froze. His cock swelled, giving her the impression he was about to come. Instead his hand fisted tighter, pulling her hair until her eyes watered. She sensed he teetered on the edge of control, and she had the crazy desire to push him over. Her tongue darted forward and licked the underside from root to tip.

“That’s enough.” He slid from her mouth.

Megan stared at him through her lashes and licked her lips. She had a feeling she’d remember what he tasted like for a very long time to come. From now on, the taste of peppermint would forever remind her of Cyrus Jackson.

“You taste like a candy cane, and I’ve always loved them.”

“That’s good to know.” He bent over the small red sack and pulled another item from his secret stash.

Something long and clear with red stripes. Megan’s eyes widened when she realized he held a candy cane dildo. She shivered at the thought of him using it on her.

He tugged at her hair and motioned for her to stand. With as much grace as possible she got to her feet.

“Bend over here.” He pointed to the rounded bench covered in red padded leather with a small platform to rest her knees on.

A sliver of fear, slow and insidious, worked its way through her as she considered his request. For a fleeting second, she wondered how the night had spiraled out of control. Then again, this was her fantasy, and she deserved it.

Megan climbed onto the bench and tried to rearrange herself into a comfortable position.

“Good girl. Now hold this. And don’t drop it. I’d be very unhappy if my new toy got broken.” Cyrus placed something cool and smooth in her hands. “I’ve got a few more surprises in my bag.” Cyrus leaned across her back, distracting her from all her stupid thoughts about fear and what she should or shouldn’t be doing. The thick ridge of his cock reminded her that all of her fantasies were about to come true.

Megan squirmed underneath him in the hopes he’d do something soon. Anything. God, her body ached to be fucked.

When the anticipation was about to kill her, he began to nibble his way from her neck to her ass, alternating between sharp bites and sensual kisses that drove her mad. He stood, leaving her uncovered and desperately needy. Megan bit back a whimper at the loss. Before she had a chance to question what came next, a hard, rough texture circled her right ass check and then her left.

What the hell?

She swung her head to the side to see a small red ping-pong paddle in his hand. Startled, she lifted from the bench only to find his hand at the small of her back pushing down.

“Stay still, my little pet. If you can’t continue, use your safe word. Otherwise don’t move.”

With the paddle stroking her right side, Cyrus used his talented fingers to trace her seam from asshole to clit.

“Judging by how wet you are, I’d say you are enjoying this.”

Megan dropped her head and tried not to pant. The need to have him inside her grew exponentially with every second he touched her. He wanted her to be still while her mind screamed to wiggle, shift, or press back to find some satisfaction. This teasing would drive her insane. His finger slid between slick lips, and Megan bit down on her lip. “Such a good girl.”

With each stroke, he pressed against a new bundle of nerves, sending tiny flares of electrified pleasure racing up her spine. Against her will, a low groan escaped her, and she pushed back to send his finger deeper inside.

A sharp
pop
of his paddle against her right backside shocked Megan into awareness. Pain radiated across the small spot, leaving her breathless and dazed.

“I did warn you to be still.” Cyrus slid his finger free, and before she could protest, another smack, harder this time, landed squarely across her crease.

Sharp pain erupted across her ass, arrowing straight to her pussy. She squirmed and writhed as the blows landed one after the other. Soft, strangled moans fell from her mouth as the tension of an orgasm built behind her clit.

“Your ass blushes the sweetest shade of red. It makes me want to keep going.”

She whimpered, her head shaking frantically.

“Good, little pet.” His hand smoothed across her heated skin again, eliciting a long low moan she didn’t even try to hold in that time. Cyrus grabbed the toy from her hands and hauled her up. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Oh yes. Please.” He’d made her so aroused she felt the trickle of her juices at the top of her thighs.

“Say it, then. Tell me and everyone else in this room how much you want to be fucked.”

The harsh demand rolled through her. God she loved to hear him talk like that. It outdid every single fantasy she’d ever had. “Please, Cyrus. Please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stay still.”

He moved away, and she cried out, the loss of his body heat too much to bear. With her ass burning and her head spinning in a combination of vulnerability and arousal, she wanted to melt into the firm bench.

Then he was back, and something cold and wet touched her anus.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass now, little sub. If you have a problem with that, you know what to do.”

Megan’s stomach muscles jerked. She enjoyed anal play, but it had been a very long time.

While she was considering how to proceed, Cyrus pressed his lubricated fingers to the tiny hole, stretching her to the point of a dull burn. Megan gasped for air.

“Don’t tense up,” he warned. “Push into it.”

She tried to relax, but the sensations rushing through her overwhelmed everything else. The intensity between fantasy and reality went beyond the fear and straight into ecstasy. What had started out as a game now threatened to go deeper.

The touch of lips across one flaming cheek nearly sent Megan over the edge. While he was preparing her passage for his cock, she was literally burning from the inside out. The tension coiled in her abdomen went taut. Each easy slide of his fingers in and out of her brought an orgasm closer than she thought possible. Her body tensed; sweat broke out across her skin.

“Oh…I’m going to…”

“No. Not yet.” In a blink, he’d removed his fingers and fitted the head of his cock at her opening. “Make it wait, Megan.”

Black spots wavered in front of her eyes as she tried to focus on something other than the need to come, but the sensation of the wide head of his dick pressing against her blew her mind.

“You haven’t forgotten about my candy, have you?”

Megan crinkled her forehead. Her eyes went wide with shock as a cool, solid length slid into her pussy. She’d forgotten all about the dildo.

Before she’d fully adjusted to what was happening, Cyrus pushed into her ass. In a combination of tenderness and ruthless invasion he took her in one powerful stroke. His ruthless invasion stretched her to the point of pain, leaving her gasping for air. Oh God, it was too much.

Her safe word hovered at the edge of consciousness as she considered using it. Then the toy in her pussy moved. The hook of the candy cane rubbed across her elusive G-spot as the stalk of the dildo pressed against her clit. A scream tore from her throat, and pleasure consumed her as she came.

“Fuck,” Cyrus snarled behind her. He began to thrust hard and deep into her. So hard the sturdy bench rattled underneath her.

This kind of possession unarmed her. Her body protested at first, the pain reaching a level she’d never experienced before.

Cyrus growled behind her, “You are only supposed to come when I tell you it’s okay.” As if to punctuate his words, the toy slipped from her still clenching pussy and dropped to the floor with a
thud
. And still he moved faster, taking her with a commanding force she instantly fell in love with. He braced his hands on her hips for more leverage, and despite the brutal intensity, another orgasm began to creep up on her.