Hey there! I’m so excited to be participating in the Scorching Christmas Fantasies event. With the theme of Christmas fantasies I couldn’t resist pulling an excerpt from one of my favorite short stories, Wicked Christmas Eve. It might not be long but I’d like to think it packs in a hot and sexy fantasy scene that is a lot of fun to read this time of year.
I probably don’t have to warn you that what I’ve written is both kinky and X-rated. I mean what is a holiday without a special themed event in the dungeon?
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“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 sex 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 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.
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After a disastrous Christmas eve visit with her family, Megan Wilson heads to her old stomping ground for a little liquid escape. Instead she finds the one that got away.
Unaware that Wicked Grounds has changed since she left town, she walks into the bar to find her high school crush, Cyrus Jackson wielding a flogger against the naked backside of a woman tied to a whipping post.
More than ready for an adventure, Megan sets out to prove to Cy she is woman enough to handle even his darkest desires. At least for one night..