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last caress,
Mac stood and looked down at her. "You are so hot. I can't wait to have
you completely tied and full. To put all my learning into practice. Thank
goodness for the snow. We might be having a different Christmas than either of
us expected."
Outside the room, the chimes from the grandfather
clock in the hall could be heard.
"Midnight," Mac said. "Merry Christmas,
love. Hell, Holls, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to have a drink. Would you like
one? Oh, and you can speak that
answer."
She nodded and giggled. "Yes, please, Sir. Oh,
and Merry Christmas, Sir. I won't be able to give you your other present,
though. It's at home. My home." She spread her legs toward the edge of the
bed, hoping he understood her unspoken invitation. "Here's one for now, I
hope."
He grinned.
"Keep them like that, pet. Stay there, I won't be
long."
It wasn't as if she could go far if she held onto the
bed as he had commanded her, but Holly smiled. "Yes, Sir."
Chapter
Nine
Mac went across the room to a small fridge and took
out a bottle of champagne. It was, he decided, justified. To see Holly, his
Holly, open for him, wet and wanting, was all he desired for his Christmas present.
He hoped she'd like his presents to her. All of them.
"Champagne, love, to celebrate what I hope will
be a glorious partnership." Swiftly, he poured a glass they would share
and went back to the bed. "Lift your head." She did as he bade, and
Mac held the glass to her lips so she could drink, careful not to spill any. "Good
girl. Enough?" He took a sip himself as she nodded.
"Yes, thank you, Sir."
"Look at me," he ordered. "Do not close
your eyes or look away." Would she? With infinite care, Mac tilted the
glass of wine over her and watched the bubbles creep up the side of the glass
and spill. Drop by drop, he coated her breasts, her belly, her clit, and her
pussy.
She squirmed as each dropped touched her and she giggled.
Her eyes went cloudy, and her breathing became harsh and choppy. To his
delight, Holly kept her legs wide, and her eyes open.
He put the glass on the table, bent his head, and
started to lap. Her navel, her breasts, each taut nipple. He suckled and nipped
his way down her body until he reached her cunt.
With delicate precision, Mac moved between her legs
and lifted one onto each of his shoulders, opening her to his touch. The soft
skin of her pussy mound kissed his cheeks as he moved into her and probed with
his tongue.
"Ahhh." Holly arched off the bed. "Oh,
fuck it. Mac, Sir, both of you. I need you. Punish me later, just fuck me now.
I bet plastic and fantastic is no substitute for flesh and for real."
He'd been warned this might happen. He had to stamp
his authority on the situation. Of course he was going to fuck her—no, make
love with her, he amended. But he had to take charge now or she'd be topping
from the bottom. His cock ached with the effort of not plunging into her and
doing as she asked. However, that was not what he needed, not to fulfil them
both. Mac knew a quick screw was not the answer.
He lifted his head away and sat up. Her moan of
disappointment hurt, but he hardened his heart. "One more word and I am
going to gag you. Do you understand? You may answer me."
She gulped and made a small movement with her head.
In response, Mac tapped her mound hard enough to hurt.
"Answer me, please. Do you understand? Ten punishment taps, pet. You'll
see the difference, Holly. Count."
"What?" She looked bemused. He felt cruel
for pulling her out of her state of arousal, but it had to be done. She'd feel
so much more later.
"Count each tap." He brought his hand down
on her cunt, none too gently.
She squealed, but said shakily, "O-One."
"Again."
"Two, three, four. Ah, sweet heavens above. It
hurts. Sir, it hurts."
"It's supposed to. You have your safe word."
But how he hoped she didn't use it. His cock was demanding to be let free from
its confining denim coat and rebelling against its enforced inaction. His
Mac stood and looked down at her. "You are so hot. I can't wait to have
you completely tied and full. To put all my learning into practice. Thank
goodness for the snow. We might be having a different Christmas than either of
us expected."
Outside the room, the chimes from the grandfather
clock in the hall could be heard.
"Midnight," Mac said. "Merry Christmas,
love. Hell, Holls, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to have a drink. Would you like
one? Oh, and you can speak that
answer."
She nodded and giggled. "Yes, please, Sir. Oh,
and Merry Christmas, Sir. I won't be able to give you your other present,
though. It's at home. My home." She spread her legs toward the edge of the
bed, hoping he understood her unspoken invitation. "Here's one for now, I
hope."
He grinned.
"Keep them like that, pet. Stay there, I won't be
long."
It wasn't as if she could go far if she held onto the
bed as he had commanded her, but Holly smiled. "Yes, Sir."
Chapter
Nine
Mac went across the room to a small fridge and took
out a bottle of champagne. It was, he decided, justified. To see Holly, his
Holly, open for him, wet and wanting, was all he desired for his Christmas present.
He hoped she'd like his presents to her. All of them.
"Champagne, love, to celebrate what I hope will
be a glorious partnership." Swiftly, he poured a glass they would share
and went back to the bed. "Lift your head." She did as he bade, and
Mac held the glass to her lips so she could drink, careful not to spill any. "Good
girl. Enough?" He took a sip himself as she nodded.
"Yes, thank you, Sir."
"Look at me," he ordered. "Do not close
your eyes or look away." Would she? With infinite care, Mac tilted the
glass of wine over her and watched the bubbles creep up the side of the glass
and spill. Drop by drop, he coated her breasts, her belly, her clit, and her
pussy.
She squirmed as each dropped touched her and she giggled.
Her eyes went cloudy, and her breathing became harsh and choppy. To his
delight, Holly kept her legs wide, and her eyes open.
He put the glass on the table, bent his head, and
started to lap. Her navel, her breasts, each taut nipple. He suckled and nipped
his way down her body until he reached her cunt.
With delicate precision, Mac moved between her legs
and lifted one onto each of his shoulders, opening her to his touch. The soft
skin of her pussy mound kissed his cheeks as he moved into her and probed with
his tongue.
"Ahhh." Holly arched off the bed. "Oh,
fuck it. Mac, Sir, both of you. I need you. Punish me later, just fuck me now.
I bet plastic and fantastic is no substitute for flesh and for real."
He'd been warned this might happen. He had to stamp
his authority on the situation. Of course he was going to fuck her—no, make
love with her, he amended. But he had to take charge now or she'd be topping
from the bottom. His cock ached with the effort of not plunging into her and
doing as she asked. However, that was not what he needed, not to fulfil them
both. Mac knew a quick screw was not the answer.
He lifted his head away and sat up. Her moan of
disappointment hurt, but he hardened his heart. "One more word and I am
going to gag you. Do you understand? You may answer me."
She gulped and made a small movement with her head.
In response, Mac tapped her mound hard enough to hurt.
"Answer me, please. Do you understand? Ten punishment taps, pet. You'll
see the difference, Holly. Count."
"What?" She looked bemused. He felt cruel
for pulling her out of her state of arousal, but it had to be done. She'd feel
so much more later.
"Count each tap." He brought his hand down
on her cunt, none too gently.
She squealed, but said shakily, "O-One."
"Again."
"Two, three, four. Ah, sweet heavens above. It
hurts. Sir, it hurts."
"It's supposed to. You have your safe word."
But how he hoped she didn't use it. His cock was demanding to be let free from
its confining denim coat and rebelling against its enforced inaction. His
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