All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom

by Stacey Kennedy

  “That means nothing—who cares what Madame Eve thinks? You should have told me.” She glared. “I cannot believe you did this.” She strode over to her suitcase, grabbed a pair of pants, plus a shirt, and set about getting dressed. “You should have warned me. Told me it was you. You had no right to assume I even wanted to be with you again.” She never looked back, but he could tell by her curt tone that she loathed him.

  She dressed and he saw her wince as the clothing settled over her sore body. He wanted to help, but knew better than to approach her right then. He leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and waited for her to calm down. The Taryn in front of him was one he knew well. If he said a word, she’d trap him in an impossible situation he’d never recover from—nothing he did would ease her. He waited for her to stop being so angry, to allow herself time to think.

  “And there you go—like you always did—saying nothing while I’m the only one letting my feelings be known.” She scowled at him. “You have nothing to say?”

  He shook his head. Not right now. Not when you’ve cornered me.

  Her eyes narrowed, her face turned a dark shade of red, and rage wafted off her. “I’m so fucking angry with you.” She spun on her heels, heading for the patio door, only dressed in the T-shirt and a pair of jeans. “Go home.”

  He sighed, annoyed, infuriated, and frustrated. He hoped she’d be more receptive to him—that she missed and wanted him as much as he did her—but her demand had been firm. She wanted nothing to do with him.

  It only confirmed he had made the right choice in how he approached her. If he had knocked on her door or even called her, she would have run—just like she did now. He wanted to show her the spark that existed between them, and he held no doubt she’d witnessed it tonight. He suspected her hesitation came from the night he broke her heart and she broke his—too swamped with old pain to see straight.

  He had lived that life for the past five years, and he wouldn’t walk in the shadow of despair any longer. He hadn’t gone through all he had to ensure this night happened to let her walk out of his life again.

  Fuck this. She’s mine.

  He snatched the quilt off the bed and strode out after her. The snowy mountains of Alaska stood picturesque against the moonlight sky. The ski hill was lit up and he could hear laughter as guests enjoyed the cold winter’s night. His focus remained on finding Taryn. Each step he took into the deep snow froze his feet as the icy air made him shiver.

  He passed a large snowdrift, and she appeared standing beside an evergreen tree. Her head was in her hands and she sobbed. He sighed in relief. Her first reaction might have been anger, but as always, she’d break down and let him in.

  He stepped in behind her, placed the quilt over her shoulders, and turned her to face him. It tugged at his heart seeing the pain in the depths of her eyes—pain he’d put there. “Are you ready to talk now?”

  “I wasn’t expecting this,” she said so softly he barely heard her. “Why wouldn’t you tell me it was you?”

  “Because I wanted to remind you of how good we are together before you knew that I was with you. I didn’t want you to react exactly like you did.”

  Her eyes narrowed but there was no heat in her gaze. “How else was I supposed to act? You blindsided me and violated the trust.”

  “I did nothing you didn’t agree to. Madame Eve told you exactly what would take place here. You knew you’d be blindfolded, brought into a BDSM scene, and you agreed to know nothing about me before tonight. You, not me, set the limits. I merely followed them.” He cocked his head. “Did you not question why I never engaged you sexually?”

  “You….” He saw the argument rise on her expression before she stopped herself. “You’re right. You made me pleasure myself and never touched me in that way.”

  “Nor did I kiss you. I acted as your Dom and nothing more, which had all been things you agreed to. In fact, you wanted sex if I remember and didn’t I refuse you? I might have gone about this in a way you disprove of, but I would not have taken you without you knowing the truth.”

  She studied him—the sadness, dismay, and even the anger dissipated from her face—she looked exhausted. “How did Madame Eve know about us? How did she arrange this?”

  “I hired Madame Eve four months ago, filled out the questionnaire in search of a lifestyle submissive, and as you know she asked about previous relationships.”

  “So you told her about me?”

  He brushed his knuckles across her cheek and it pleased him when she leaned into his touch. “Of course I would.”

  “But….” Her chin quivered. “But I don’t understand. You let me go.”

  He deserved to see how much his actions hurt her, and she hid none of it in her expression. “What was I to do? You came to me and spoke of big dreams in Houston.”

  “You could have come with me.”

  A tear fell down her cheek and he caught it with his thumb. “I couldn’t and you know that. I had the contract to build the new library in Sackville. I would have lost the deal and that project made the company what it is today.”

  “You lost me.”

  His heart clenched. The truth hurt. “A bad decision on my part, but not one I’ll make again.” It took a good part of the last two weeks to organize his life and get his priorities straight. But he’d not live another day in a life he didn’t want and be away from the woman who fulfilled him. “I sold the business a week ago and moved to Houston last weekend.”

  Her eyes went huge. “You sold the business…for me?”

  “It’s always been you, Taryn, and will always be you. It hadn’t been until Madame Eve contacted me and told me you had signed up with her services, did I realize I couldn’t live another day without you. I saw that I had submerged myself in my work to try to forget you but that I failed miserably—all that remained was an empty man.”

  “Blake,” she whispered.

  He needed to explain himself and pressed on to share his soul with her. “Madame Eve felt regardless of what happened between us, that we were a perfect match and I happened to agree with her.” He leaned in and her warm breath tickled his lips as the crisp air nipped at his skin. “I’ve made enough money. Yes, I could make more, but without you I have nothing.”

  She exhaled so deep the air fogged around them. “I have waited five years for you to say what you just said to me. There has not been a day where I haven’t thought of you, missed being in your arms, and craved to be your submissive. If I wasn’t as cold as I am now, I’d think I was dreaming, but I doubt I’d feel frostbitten in a dream.”

  He chuckled. “Best we warm you up then.” He gathered her in his arms, trudging through the snow with one intent—spend the rest of the night reminding himself and her how right it was for them to be together.

  ***

  Taryn welcomed the warm air from the suite as Blake shut the sliding door. He turned back to her, his eyes intent and her insides melted. She dropped the blanket to the floor as he latched onto her arms and yanked her toward him. He placed his lips over hers and set to make her forget her own name.

  She swiped her tongue across his as he kissed her deeply. It’d been so long since she had his lips on hers, she’d forgotten how good the man could kiss. No one kissed her with the fevered pitch that he did, and no one but him could make her legs wobble.

  He backed away, only a moment, and removed his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, down his toned abs, and was delighted when they clenched beneath her touch. He’d always been muscular, but not like this. Her pussy ached for him at the feel of each groove beneath her fingers.

  He left her mouth, to kiss along her jaw, to her shoulder where he bit. She gasped, but the throb along her clit only pulsed deeper. He touched her just how she liked it—rough and never hesitated. It made her burn. She raised her arms when he grabbed her shirt and lifted it over her head. He wasted no time removing her bra, pants, and panties then stepped back to examine her.

  “I want y
ou to know that it had been a torment not to see you naked—not to be able to touch your splendid pussy.” He cupped her moist heat and squeezed tight. She ground herself against his hand. “Fuck, Taryn, you’re a sexy woman.”

  The crackling fire lit his face in a warm glimmer. My Blake. My Dom. She’d missed him terribly, and seeing him like this, so powerful in front of her—she wondered how she’d gone so long without him. She had mourned their break-up for the past five years and her heart welcomed the healing.

  He must have seen the happiness in her expression because he smiled. “We could exchange sentiments, but I’d much prefer to let your body speak to how happy you are that I’m here with you now.” He gestured to his pants. “Remind me of what I’ve been missing these past five years.”

  She sank to her knees, kept her gaze focused on his, and undid his belt. His eyes burned with a wicked light and butterflies danced in her stomach. His black slacks pooled at his feet as his heavy cock rested at eye-level. She ran her hands up his thighs, licked the tip of his dick, and savored the salty liquid on her tongue.

  He threaded his fingers through her hair and stared hungrily at her. She kissed his thighs, ran her tongue along his muscular legs, and trailed her hands along his abs. He tensed as she blew lightly on his cock and then slid her tongue up his shaft in a firm stroke. She brought him into her mouth and took him deep into her throat.

  She backed away not a moment later and moistened him with her saliva before wrapping her hand around his erection to spread the warm liquid along his cock. She flicked the tip with her tongue to tease him, drew in a long breath, then went wild on him.

  His hand tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head while she stroked his cock without mercy. His moans washed along her skin, raising goose bumps, as his cock hardened even more against her tongue. Each sound he made urged her to suck harder, stroke faster, and within only minutes, he jumped away from her.

  “That….” He sounded breathless. “That was one hell of a good reminder.” He leaned down to cage her face in his hands and took her mouth with a hard kiss that dampened her pussy.

  He broke off the kiss, and she gasped at the loss of contact. “Nothing pleases me more than having the scent of my cock on your mouth.”

  Her clit pulsed at the low growl of possession in his tone.

  “You are to remain kneeling there.” He approached a bag on the floor and took a large square black velvet box. He turned back to her and smiled. “I got you something.”

  She took the box from him and ran her hand over the rich fabric. “What did you do?”

  “Go on.” He gestured toward the box. “Open it.”

  She glanced back to the gift, opened the lid, and gasped when sparking diamonds greeted her. “Oh, Blake….”

  “Stand and let me decorate you.”

  He took the jewelry out of the box and it appeared to be a long necklace. She stood, turned her back to him, and he flicked her hair across her shoulder. “This, my pet, will be what I expect you to wear when we are in a scene together—a statement that my diamonds are along your skin and the knowledge that you are worthy of wearing such treasures.”

  Her breath hitched as he tightened the choker around her throat. The statement he made brought tears to her eyes. She ran her fingers along the choker, down the two rows of diamonds between her breasts and continued until she hit the belly chain as he fastened it. Nothing had ever felt so right.

  He turned her to face him and his eyes shone with adoration. “You look perfect, exactly as you should, and now you understand what this symbolizes.”

  A marriage proposal meant something to some people, but in her world, this meant so much more. “You’ve collared me and claimed me as yours.”

  His powerful gaze burned scorching heat through her body reaching down to her center. “Yes, my pet, I’ve collared you, but I haven’t claimed you—not completely, anyway.”

  Chapter Three

  The diamonds enhanced Taryn’s beauty, and Blake would never grow tired of looking at her. She’d been marked as his and had accepted him as her lifestyle Dom. But his needy cock reminded him to stop admiring her and claim her.

  He approached his bag and took out the last of the items he’d brought—four pieces of long black rope. Her breath hitched as he returned to her, confirming she still enjoyed the feel of restraints. He took her hand, led her in front of the footboard then turned her around so her ass rested against the wood, and she faced him. If he could have placed her on the bed, tied her down and done the wicked things he wanted to, he would have. But her body would be sore from the punishment earlier and her wellbeing stayed on his mind.

  He sank to his knees, took one of her ankles, and tied the rope tight against her skin. He attached the remaining rope to the post on the bed before he repeated the move on the other ankle, and then did the same to her wrists to leave her caged between the posts on the bed.

  His cock ached to slam into her slick pussy, but he’d not stray from what he’d craved for years. “Every day since you were gone, I thought of how you taste and your sweet honey tormented me.” He licked out to savor her and groaned as her cream delighted his tongue. “Exactly as I remembered.”

  He smacked her pussy and hit her clit hard. “I grant you the right to not address me as Sir as long as you tell me nothing but the truth. Tell me how much you want my cock?”

  “I’ve thought of your cock every time I masturbated. I’ve dreamed of how it used to fill me up, and I want you to make me come like you always could.”

  He took her clit between his fingers and pinched. “While you fucked yourself, what did you think of?”

  “I-I….” She moaned. “I thought of how you used to make me feel. The way your power would wash over me, just like it did tonight, and how I’d do anything I could to please you.”

  He inserted a finger inside of her, then another, and her pussy tightened around him. “Did you do this while you thought of me?”

  “Yes, always.”

  He grasped her hip and he thrust his fingers inside of her with a steady rhythm. His muscles burned as he fingered her, and she bucked under his touch. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she shook, indicating a rising climax, but he wanted his mouth to offer her orgasm, not his fingers. He withdrew them, slid his tongue into her moist heat, and she hissed as she stared at him. Her hooded eyes made his cock stiffen further. He grabbed it and stroked himself.

  The sight clearly pleased her since her eyes darkened as she watched him jerk off. He used his free hand to pinch her clit again and her moans encouraged him. He increased his speed with his tongue until her breath froze, her eyes widened, and her body quivered—all followed by a whoosh of air from her, indicating she was in the throes of her orgasm.

  He swirled his tongue and her body trembled against his lips. He gave her a final, deep lick all the way up until he reached her clit then kissed it. He sat back on his legs and ran his fingers lightly over his shaft, while he waited for her to acknowledge his presence again.

  ***

  The haze cleared from Taryn’s vision and she watched Blake as he touched himself in a way to make her spent body awaken. “I’m not the only one who is incredible with their mouth.”

  He winked as he stood, and then approached his pants on the floor. He took out a condom from his wallet, applied the latex over his rock hard cock, and then looked back to her. His gaze looked nothing less than a man who planned to fuck her savagely and, she eagerly awaited him.

  He returned to her, gripped her hip, and placed his cock against her slick entrance. “Are you ready for me, my pet?” She nodded and he pushed in. She groaned—a sound he mirrored. “You’re fucking tight.”

  “I should be.” She gasped. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”

  “Nor have I.”

  The acknowledgment he’d not been with another made her blissfully happy, but she was too lost in the pressure along her pussy. She watched as he rubbed his cock along her heat
and tweaked her clit. She shifted her pelvis forward and circled her hips in time with his touch. Her moves inched him into her tight pussy, but slowly. He allowed her to take him in and his only help had been when he stepped forward so she could wiggle her way onto him.

  By the time he was fully seated inside her, her pussy released to accept him, and his thick cock stretched her in a beautiful way. He grabbed her hips with both hands, placed his forehead against hers, and closed his eyes.

  “I’ve craved to be right here for so long.” He dipped lower and fucked her in the exact way she liked it—hard and ruthless. Each thrust made her moan, squirm, and made her pussy so wet.

  He withdrew his cock, dragged his arousal over her anus, and then rejoined her. He grabbed onto her bottom, gave it a tight squeeze before he dipped his hand between her cheeks and inserted a finger into her tight bud.

  She gasped at the initial intrusion, but pleasure immediately followed, flooding her with sensations. He continued to thrust in her pussy with primal strokes that had her struggling against the bonds.

  He lowered his head to bite the sweet spot along her neck and she cried out. The burn along her skin, paired with the pressure in her pussy awakened her climax. But just as her body hinted at a release, he withdrew his cock.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He grinned haughtily. “You don’t think I’d let you come that easily, do you?”

  She should have known better. His finger in her bottom moved and it awakened a new sense of pleasure for her. Her clit and her pussy ached for him to return but as he denied it, only to offer it somewhere else, it stole her breath.

  “I know your pussy hasn’t been fucked, but has your ass?” He continued to stroke the tight knot. “Has anyone used your ass like I used to?”

  “No,” she barely managed.

  “This shall be a real treat for me then.” He removed his finger and strode back over to his bag. He took out a bottle of lube, and her body scorched in need of him. He applied a new condom before he spread the clear liquid to his cock and coated it. He dipped some onto his fingers and threw the bottle to the ground.