Bidding on Santa (Holiday Heartthrobs Novella Series Book 1)

by Annelise Reynolds

  His tongue slid across mine. The taste and feel of him heady and intoxicating. His hand grazed across my nipples, and my body shuddered as pleasure rocked me. I was on the edge of orgasm and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet.

  “Don’t move.”

  I felt him move my panties down and then he tugged at them. It took me a moment to realize he was cutting them off me.

  He rested his head on my lower abdomen. “God Katie,” he drew in a deep breath, “I’ve got to taste you.” The other leg of my panty was forgotten, he let it fall and lifted my leg, hooking it over his shoulder.

  The first swipe of his tongue over my aroused flesh was electrifying. When his tongue lapped at my clit, I melted. The sash at my wrists kept me grounded, and my weight was on his shoulders to keep me from toppling over.

  His fingers joined his mouth, and he pushed inside me. I rode his hand and face, chasing orgasm. Just as I was about to go over, his tongue on my clit was replaced by something cold.

  “Ahhhhh!” I shrieked as the ice came into contact with my heated flesh. Damn, I was almost there.

  He removed his fingers and replaced his tongue on my core, swirling and delving inside me. The ice melted quickly against my clit. Both sensations, the cold of the ice mixed with the heat of my body and his mouth, had me panting for breath and quivering for release.

  “Don’t you dare cum,” he said against my pussy as he pushed me closer to the edge.

  “I have to.” I fought for control, but fighting only pushed me closer.

  His hand reached up to cup my ass, then I felt his finger against my back entrance. Anal wasn’t something I had ever done before. Hell, oral wasn’t something I was used to with my ex. Missionary was the best I could get out of him, and that didn’t happen often enough.

  Will and I were on two separate levels where sex was concerned. I wanted it often and was open to trying new things. He wasn’t and didn’t. It was after one night of arguing that I found out the real reason he didn’t have sex with me often. I was a woman.

  Why he couldn’t have told me sooner? Why he wasted so many years of both our lives, I’ll never know. I left and haven’t looked back.

  Doug’s tongue on my clit, his fingers working magic, and my body burning from the inside out, I crested over the cliff. I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure from the most intense and explosive orgasm I’ve ever had coursed through my body.

  “While I love the way you orgasm, Katie, I told you not to.” I felt him get up and move away. I moved forward to give my legs a break. I really wanted to kick my shoes off, but I held back.

  “I didn’t tell you to move, Katie. Get back where you were.”

  I did as he said, and moved back. The position was barely comfortable. I felt the stretch in my hamstrings and glutes. My body was exposed to his gaze. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt them on my body.

  Butterflies danced in my stomach as I waited for what would happen next. The silence drew on, and still I waited. I could hear him breathing, I heard him swallow and the pinging of glass. What was he doing? My mind started to run crazy. Was he done with me?

  “Sir?” I finally questioned, remembering not to call him Doug.

  “You disobeyed me. I told you not to cum.”

  “I couldn’t control it.”

  I felt his hand on my ass, massaging – spreading my cheeks to him, then I felt wetness coating my back passage. It was warm and wet. His breathing was erratic, and I realized he’d cum on my ass.

  Cory

  When her body shuddered against my tongue and her taste flooded my mouth, I couldn’t help it. I had to get off. If I entered her at all, I would blow before either of us got what we needed – and she needed to be punished.

  So I walked away and just looked at her, legs spread, pussy exposed and ass in the air. I wanted to punish her: punish her for cumming without me, for leading me a merry chase, for coming here with a man she didn’t know.

  Anger surged through me with the thought that she could have ended up hurt tonight if a man other than me had been the one to have her.

  When she called out ‘Sir’, I moved behind her and stroked my cock. Using my anger, I came hard and fast on her round ass. I used my fingers to push my cum inside her pussy.

  It was reckless as hell, but for some reason I wanted to possess her in every way possible. I took my semi-flaccid cock and slid it along her wet slit. She groaned each time my cock hit her clit. When she wiggled to get closer, I pulled away.

  “Please,” she moaned when my cock started to harden again. “Please.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Mmmmm. Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  My dick was hard again, as I just slid her along my length over and over again. Her wet pussy coating my cock. It would be so easy to just glide right inside her. She was ready – and I was more than ready, but I had to wait. I had to make this night one she would never forget.

  I listened as she started panting for breath. She was racing toward another orgasm, but I wasn’t going to let her get it, not yet.

  Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pulled back on her hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to really hurt. I held her hips firmly against me and stilled. I could feel her quivering cunt against my shaft. She had been close.

  Katie whimpered and I almost lost my resolve. “You shouldn’t have cum before I told you to.” She groaned.

  I gauged her breathing, the spasms of her needy sex, and the trembling that racked her body. I held still until she started to quiet down again, not wanting to push her over the edge, not yet.

  “You want my cock?” Her pussy twitched, and I smiled.

  “Yes.”

  “I want to bury my cock so deep inside you.”

  “Mmmm.”

  I tugged on her hair again and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I want to plant my dick so firmly in you and cum so deep inside you feel every spurt of my cum in your core.” I wanted to cum in her so bad.

  She groaned. The lady liked words and the image of what I had described, but she specifically brought up condoms, so I grabbed one of the ones that came in the fantasy bag and rolled it on. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I thrust deep inside her, and it was like going to heaven. Her pussy was made for my cock.

  Katie

  His thick cock pushed inside me, stretching and filling me. His words had been so erotic, I was ready to tell him to skip the condom. Thank goodness I didn’t and I heard him tear open a packet before I felt his cock slide in.

  He thrust inside me hard, over and over again. Each time he slammed home, his cock rubbed against my g-spot. It was like he had a map directly to it. He knew just where to hit each time to give me the maximum amount of pleasure.

  I’ve never been loud during sex, my ex really didn’t give me a reason to be, but I couldn’t help the sounds I was making now. My calves and thighs were burning from the position I was in, but I didn’t care. I didn’t notice that my feet were aching in my heels or that my back was pulled tight or that my arms were going numb. I didn’t care about any of it…

  All I cared about was the amount of pleasure he was bringing my body, and that I was almost to the edge of ecstasy. So many different sensations coursing through me; excitement, lust, pleasure like I’ve never known mixed with the mild pain. I was dangling over a cliff of no return.

  “Cum with me,” he ground out, and that seemed to catapult me over the edge. I cried out, trembled, and fell forward, thankful the wall was there to hold me up because my legs wouldn’t have been able to do the job.

  I felt him release my wrists from the door, then he swept me into his arms. “Do not take off that mask, Katie.” His voice was thick.

  I felt him turn to the side and take me through a door. My feet hit the tile, and I knew we were in the bathroom. “I’m going into the other room. When I come back, your hair needs to be up, mask back in place, and you nee
d to have the bath filling with water.”

  “Why do I have to put the mask back on?” What was it he didn’t want me to see?

  “Trust me, Katie. The mask needs to stay on or this night is over.”

  He left. His cryptic words had me curious. I wondered if he was married or something, but Robyn would have told me if he was, plus all the guys in the auction were supposed to be single.

  I pulled off the mask and looked in the mirror. Where he sucked on my neck was already starting to bruise, but I didn’t mind. That could easily be covered. I’d just had two of the best orgasms of my life, and the night wasn’t even over yet.

  The tub was huge, so I started the water, steam rising up as it started to fill. I grabbed a wash cloth and washed between my legs, the abrasive fabric and warm water felt good against my sensitive clit.

  I used a hair tie he left on the counter and put my hair up in a messy bun, like he’d asked me to do. I was wondering if he would come in and join me, I hoped he would. I could use a few more orgasms like the last two before this night ended.

  “Are you ready?” His voice came through the door.

  “Just a minute.” I climbed into the bath and sank down then slipped the mask back over my eyes. I didn’t want the night to end. I’d take whatever fall-out came from it, but in my gut, I knew there wouldn’t be any.

  Robyn said he was a nice guy, and all the firefighters that participate in the auction are single, so the chances that this would completely backfire on me were slim to none.

  Cory

  I hesitated before opening the door. If she didn’t have the mask in place, she’d freak. It was wrong letting her think I was Doug, but I needed the chance to make her need and want me as much as I want and need her.

  The blowback from this night could come back to haunt me, but at least I could have the memory of her. I rested my head on the door and took a deep breath before turning the handle and walking in.

  When I saw her in the bath with the mask on, relief washed through me. She was beautiful. Why the hell it took me so long to see it, I have no clue. I just wasn’t ready to settle down when we first met. She looked like she had commitment written all over her, and I didn’t want any part of it. It was my mistake, and it cost me – greatly.

  I didn’t get to see her often, just when Jim and Robyn had close friends and family over, and she was distant and aloof with me. I couldn’t blame her, but damn, I’d tried to make up for our first date. Nothing. I was met with a wall.

  Hopefully she would let go of the past and realize that the annoyance she has felt for me all along was frustration. I hoped it was at least, by the way that she responded to me tonight, I was fairly certain I was right.

  She turned her face toward me when I walked in. I paused even though I knew she couldn’t see me. The water was barely over her hips, so her body was exposed, every curve of her was on wet display.

  “Good girl,” I said, swallowing around the lump in my throat. My cock was already hard again, and I wanted to be inside her.

  I grabbed the bubble bath from the counter and emptied it into the steaming water. I wanted her to relax before our next bout of sex. Her back was stretched from being bent over the way she was, so I wanted her to relax those muscles.

  “Move forward,” I said, throwing the empty bubble bath container in the trash and grabbing a wash cloth before climbing in behind her.

  I leaned back and settled her between my legs while the water filled around us. It was great that I was able to get a suite with a shower and a tub big enough for the both of us.

  She sighed and curled up against me. I almost broke and took off the mask, but I needed her just one more time at least before she found out and I lost her forever.

  “Sir.” I smiled, thankful she didn’t call me Doug again.

  “Yes, Kitten.”

  “Thank you,” she said with a sappy smile on her face.

  “You’re welcome.” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes just enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Fear of her finding out the truth clouding my thoughts.

  Every woman I ever played with before always knew up front that she was temporary. Sometimes it lasted long enough to get through a scene – other times a few months. I’d never really thought of taking on a sub permanently. I’ve never had the urge to collar a woman or train her for a collar. Being in control of another person full time was not something I looked for.

  With Katie, I could see it. I could see it all. But my actions tonight could cost me a future with her. I broke my number one rule as a dominant – I lied to her. And it could cost me everything.

  We sat like that in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, the bubbles swirling around us.

  “How did you know what I want?” Her question came from out of nowhere. I paused, thinking, before I said too much, revealing who I am.

  “Because I want the same thing,” I finally said, not really answering her, but giving her what I could.

  I shut the water off and took the washcloth in hand. Her breasts floated in the water, her nipples playing peek-a-boo with the surface. I ran the cloth over her neck and across her chest, purposely missing her nipples which were now hard.

  Goosebumps covered her arms as I slid the cloth down them. I kissed behind her ear and pushed my hips forward, letting her feel my hard cock, but I wanted her begging for it.

  I cupped her thigh and brought it out of the water, guiding her to rest her leg over the ledge of the tub. I heard water dripping on the floor, but I ignored it – right now was about her.

  “You’re so sexy. Thank you for giving me tonight to own you. I hope you find your ‘Sir’ someday,” I whispered in her ear. “I can imagine seeing you submit to me completely.” I moved my hand up to her neck wrapping my hand around it, squeezing. “I could see a collar around your neck. I’d own you then.”

  Her breathing picked up as she got aroused with my words and touch. I trailed the cloth up the inside of her leg, when I got to her pussy, I let go of the cloth, using my fingers on her clit.

  I could tell she wasn’t just wet from the bath. Her body was responding to mine as it had earlier. The electrical current had been there all along – I just didn’t see it at our first meeting.

  Katie

  His hand on my throat brought a new level of excitement. It was dangerous and edgy, but controlled and comforting.

  It was like I was experiencing sex as it is meant to be for the first time. The hunger inside me and the curiosity to know more, try more, delve more into the kind of life I’d only ever imagined or read about in books.

  His other hand found my clit, and I squirmed against him – ready to feel what was going to happen next. Sir seemed so in tune with my needs and my body. The way he was holding me when he got in the tub, it felt like maybe he cared – which was completely ridiculous since I only just met him and have never seen his face.

  I tried to get a grip on my emotions. Desperately clinging to my control so I didn’t do something stupid and start falling for a one night stand. ‘It’s only tonight,’ I said to myself over and over, even as he thrust his fingers inside me. I whimpered – he squeezed my throat a little more.

  I felt him withdraw, and my pussy ached for him to fill it again. He lowered my leg back into the water, and started washing me again. Every caress and glide of the cloth against my skin had me ready to come unglued.

  “Why did you stop?” I questioned him. I didn’t really expect him to answer.

  “I stopped because you aren’t ready yet.”

  ‘WHAT?’ my mind screamed at me. I am beyond ready. My nipples hurt, my pussy aches, my clit is throbbing, and I need the release only he can give me.

  He continued to wash me, giving my body and heated blood time to cool down. “Stand up, Kitten.” I did as he asked, pulling myself out of the water.

  The drain was pulled, and I felt him get up beside me before I was lifted off my feet and into his arms. I was set down a few feet away, an
d I heard him open the shower. He pulled me in behind him then released my hair.

  “Get on your knees, Kitten.”

  I knelt down where he guided me, and waited for what would happen next. Even though I couldn’t see him, I still looked up to where I guessed his face would be.

  He turned on the water, and an icy blast hit me from above. The water came from directly overhead. I had to bow my head down so I could breathe properly.

  “That’s beautiful.” His voice sounded gruff and aroused. “Submission looks good on you, Kitten.”

  It felt good too. This felt like more than sex. I was aroused beyond belief and ready to go at any moment, but this felt like so much more than that.

  “Give me your hand.” I raised my hand up toward him, and he placed a wet rag in it. “Wash me.”

  I reached out and found his leg. I scooted forward just a bit to get out of the steady downpour. Blindly running my hands over his sculpted muscles, the fine hairs on his legs tickling my palms, I massaged and washed one leg then the other, feeling my way around.

  This was the most erotic moment of my life. I got to know his body not by sight, but by touch. I worked on his thighs – enjoying every second of my hands on his body.

  I hesitated slightly before reaching his waist. This was new to me. A shower with a man was not something I’d ever done, much less blindly washing his body. It felt so intimate.

  Gently, I grasped his hard length in my hand and ran the cloth over him – washing him. He flexed and groaned at my touch. I cupped his sack, gently massaging him.

  With the steady stream of water coming from above, I had no clue how much soap was on him. I wanted to suck him off. It was something I enjoyed doing, and also something I was good at.

  “May I taste you?” I asked him. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on his lower abdomen – his stiff cock grazed my cheek. He smelled of soap and man, and I was hungry for a taste of him.

  Without saying a word, he buried his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back. I felt his head against my lips and opened my mouth, taking him inside.