A Red Hot Christmas Paris

by C. J. Fallowfield

  Her eyes pleaded with me to let her continue. I knew that she loved to feel me spill down her throat, to witness the moment that I came and basked in the after-glow, but I was too impatient, I wanted to work on her now. I repeated my order and felt her sigh reverberate around my shaft as she slowly pulled back, licking her wet lips before allowing them to pout adorably. She sat back on her heels, looking up at me through her lashes as I tried to regain some semblance of control. Her technique was so flawless, I swore she could extract my very soul if I allowed her to continue. The burn in my balls was excruciatingly exquisite, only serving to heighten the anticipation for when I finally got to release in her. I rose up and ran my hand over her hair before ordering her to follow me to the chair. I picked up the lengths of rope and ran them through my fingers as Lulu automatically positioned herself on her knees on the seat, elbows on the backrest, watching me intently in the mirror as the sound of her heavy breathing caressed my senses. Coco was partially right. Doggie had always been Lulu’s preferred way of fucking, I’d just tweaked the position slightly to enhance her pleasure, leading her to nickname it “Le Grand Style.”

  I set three of the pieces of rope on the armrest as I deftly knotted one around her thigh, anchoring it to her ankle below her then secured it to the left leg of the chair. I repeated the process on her right side, which had the effect of forcing her curvaceous backside up and out, opening up her cunt and arsehole for my attentions. Damn, she was soaking already. Her inner lips were swollen and the musky scent of her arousal made my cock quiver with the desperate need to sink into her. I closed my eyes for a moment to rein in my impatience. I moved to the front of the chair and she automatically let her arms hang over the back of the armchair and crossed them in front of her, allowing me to secure each wrist to the opposing chair leg. I could feel the heat of her rapid breathing ruffling my hair as I crouched in front of her while I worked on the knots, and when I finally lifted my head, her eyes were no longer a simmering, glowing amber, but a fierce, molten volcanic orange of desire and need.

  ‘You are aroused, ma belle? You want my cock inside you already?’ I smiled.

  ‘Yes, desperately, Sir,’ she moaned.

  ‘All in good time, Lulu, all in good time,’ I replied.

  Lulu

  My body was prickling with need. Luc knew how much I loved it when he took me from behind, but trussed up like this just heightened the experience and allowed him to go even deeper. Not to mention the fact that I got to see the look of pleasure on his face in the reflection of the mirror as he watched mine. The anticipation was killing me. My pussy throbbed with need, my breasts were swollen and painful, my skin was screaming for his touch. I parted my lips and breathed deeply as he crouched in front of me, a satisfied smile on his face, his firm pectoral muscles and strong, rounded biceps flexing as his chest rose and fell. I swallowed hard, still in awe that this beautiful man was mine. I’d fallen for him the moment that I saw him, and I knew that no one could ever replace him in my heart. For someone who’d had no love in his life until he met me, he didn’t hold back from returning it. He was the perfect husband, lover, father, and best friend.

  He suddenly grasped my face and forced his tongue between my lips to sweep around my mouth before powerfully thrusting, circling around my tongue and teasing my lips with bites that took me to the edge of my limits for pain. It was like someone removing the cork from an effervescent bottle of champagne, explosions in my mouth that filled my head with stars and sent tingles down my spine. My fingers flexed, itching to grasp his hair and hold his skilled mouth in place, to grip those powerful arms of his, to feel his muscles rippling under my touch. Restraining me left me with mixed emotions of frustration and exhilaration. I moaned as he kissed his way along my jaw to bite my neck, tilting my head to let him get a firm grip as the tip of his tongue soothed the nip of his teeth. He moved to kiss my ear, his breathing deep and heavy, desperation radiating off him. He’d teased me all night, gripping my wrist firmly as I’d tried to grasp his erection under the table, then moving my hand back to my lap. He was the most selfless lover I’d ever had.

  ‘I cannot wait to fuck you, to see the look of pleasure on your face in the mirror as I bruise you with my cock,’ he groaned.

  ‘I can’t wait either, Sir,’ I agreed with a sigh as I wriggled my hips, needing some kind of friction between my legs to appease the ache, but I was spread so wide it was futile.

  ‘I have an early Christmas gift for you,’ he murmured, sweeping his lips across mine. ‘One that would make interesting dinner conversation if our inquisitive son were to open it by mistake.’

  I giggled as he rose up, then twisted my head to watch his taut backside and firm rugby player-looking thighs as he strode naked across the suite to his bedside table. My giggles were soon squashed as I saw the look of determination and heat on his face as he returned, one hand hidden behind his back. I knew that look, it meant he’d purchased a new toy for our private playroom in the basement at home. Luc had introduced me to the world of light bondage and BDSM, opening my eyes to a whole new world that excited me, though I was glad he didn’t want it to progress any further than we’d already taken it. Gentle restraint, paddles, floggers, toys, and his swing were exhilarating enough for me. Who needed more when you had a lover as skilled as Luc? He stood behind me, the chair blocking my view as he bent over and placed something on the floor before straightening up and reaching over to sweep my hair over one shoulder. I shivered as he ran his fingertips gently down my spine, inhaling sharply as he circled my anus, crackles of sensation burning me before he finally moved down and parted my swollen pussy.

  ‘Merde, so wet, as ever,’ he growled as his head disappeared, the warmth of his breath hitting my clit moments before his skilled tongue.

  ‘Luc,’ I moaned, closing my eyes immediately and tipping my head back as I inhaled sharply. At last! All that teasing during the evening had me wound up so tightly, but he wasn’t teasing now. He alternated between forceful licks, gentle swirls, almost painful nips, and powerful sucks that had my body trembling within seconds. My fingers curled around the delicate wood of the chair leg as my back bowed and a series of heated cries left my lips. I heard him grunt with pleasure as he lapped at me and I braced myself for my first climax of the night, and the fact that Luc wouldn’t let me rest. He’d force one after another from me and I’d be powerless to stop him. My core tightened as I started to pant, then I cried out as the sensation of pressure, and a bite that bordered on painful, surrounded my clit. ‘What … the … hell,’ I moaned.

  ‘Happy Christmas, ma belle. You are now the proud owner of a platinum clit clamp, adorned with a fringe of tiny diamonds.’

  ‘Clit clamp!” I spluttered, not sure if I wanted to yell at him to remove it, or give in to the intense sensation of throbbing it was creating.

  ‘Hmmmm, it makes your cunt look even more pretty,’ he purred proudly. ‘Your little pink bud has nowhere to hide now, and you will find the orgasm I am about to give you all the more intense.’

  ‘You kinky Frenchman,’ I moaned, wriggling my butt as much as I could to try and ease the pinching feeling between my legs. The sound of a sharp spank resonated before I felt the bloom of the sting on my backside. ‘Sir,’ I quickly added. Jesus, he was so hot when he was in one of his dominant moods. Then again, he was hot and dominant all of the time. This just took it to another level. ‘Oh, oh God, God, God.’

  He only rubbed the tip of his finger over my swollen, exposed clit and I shattered, a fast, hard, and seriously intense orgasm that made me flood, much to Luc’s delight. He proceeded to lap at me, occasionally thrusting his tongue inside me as he continued to stimulate me with his finger. Tears of bliss rolled down my cheeks as I bit my lower lip, trying to muffle the screams that I wanted to release. He was true to his word, refusing to allow me any respite between climaxes as he forced one after another from me, fucking me with his tongue before sliding it up to tongue my backside as he thrust deeply into
my trembling pussy with his fingers. I ended up clamping my teeth down on the back of the armchair, the soft filling eating up my screams as wave after wave of bliss crashed down on me.

  ‘Eyes,’ barked Luc.

  ‘I need … a minute, Sir,’ I moaned, finding it hard to lift my head. I was completely, and contentedly, exhausted after three intense climaxes in such a short period of time.

  ‘Non. As you English say, no rest for the wicked. Eyes on mine, Lulu,’ he ordered, the gruffness in his tone giving away how much he needed to come, too. I forced my head up, my eyelids heavy, feeling as if I’d just shot up with some illicit substance, such was the euphoric daze he’d just put me in. My God, even through my half-closed eyes, the reflection of him standing behind me, with his ripped torso and handsome lust-fuelled face, made my heart expand. Those dark chocolate eyes held me more captive than the ropes that bound me. I was sure that I’d do anything for this man, I was so in love with him.

  ‘Fuck me, Sir,’ I demanded.

  ‘Bien sûr,’ he grunted, the engorged head of his cock nudging at my pulsating entrance. Jesus, that clit clamp was insanely stimulating. I wasn’t going to last much longer once he was inside me. He wasted no time on pleasantries and thrust straight into me with a deep groan. He reached for my hair, wrapping it around his fist, and tugged, pulling my head right back and elongating my neck. ‘Who do you belong to, Lulu Le Grand?’

  ‘You, Sir. Only you. Always you,’ I cried, my muscles rippling around his girth as the heat of his velvet-soft shaft spread out, warming me from the inside.

  ‘Yes, always. From the moment I saw you, I knew that we were meant to be, ma belle. Forever.’

  ‘Forever,’ I whimpered, then sobbed with happiness as he started to power into me and my body and heart ignited again. The way only Luc Le Grand had ever made them do.

  The Donovan Position

  Hunter

  I SWIRLED THE LAST of my whisky around my glass as I watched Coco, her eyes wide as they followed Luc carrying Lulu off towards the bedroom.

  ‘He’s one kinky bugger,’ she uttered with a shake of her head. ‘I’d lay bets on “Le Grand style” involving something from a BDSM shop.’

  I chuckled. I knew Luc’s sexual preference, men talked too. Not quite as much as women, but we shared experiences. Coco was fully aware that I didn’t need anything other than my woman to get me off. I wasn’t averse to using the odd vibrator or dildo on her, or hauling her over my knee and spanking her when she infuriated me, which inevitably led to me fucking her, but that was it. I just loved sex, pure and simple. No games, no “unusual” kinks, unless of course you counted the fact that Coco considered it extremely kinky that I loved burying my face in her voluptuous arse. One day I was going to claim it with my cock. Shit, just the thought of doing that took my cock from a semi-reclined position to fully upright.

  ‘You feel you’re missing out, baby?’ I enquired before I tipped the last of my drink down my throat, the smoothness caressing it and the afterburn warming me from the inside out.

  ‘Not with your skills, or … assets, no,’ she replied as she turned her head to look at me, a faint flush of embarrassment on her cheeks. The fact that she was still a little shy at admitting how much she loved fucking always made me smile.

  ‘And which assets would those be?’ I asked with a cock of an eyebrow, determined to make her squirm.

  ‘You know very well.’

  ‘My flexible tongue? Long fingers? Big, thick cock?’

  ‘Hunter,’ she laughed, throwing one of the cushions from her sofa at me. I laughed in return as I tipped my head to the side and dodged it.

  ‘Admit it, baby. You just can’t get enough of me, I’m the best you ever had.’

  ‘You’re also the most arrogant and conceited, too,’ she huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

  ‘I notice you’re not denying my claim.’

  ‘Well, if you’re the best, so am I,’ she retorted as she gave me that narrow-eyed glare she’d perfected. The one that made my cock twitch. ‘Remind me, other than her, what was your relationship record before me? Four fucks in a row with the same woman?’ She flashed me a so-there smug smirk as she cocked her head to the side.

  ‘Touché, Barrella, touché,’ I chuckled. ‘I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve never had it better. And talking of, how about it?’

  ‘“How about it?!” Lulu gets picked up and marched to the bedroom in some kind of hot and animalistic “Me Luc, you Lulu” way and I get a “How about it?!”’

  ‘You know I’m not into all of that fancy shit, baby,’ I replied, stripping off my tie and undoing the buttons on my waistcoat.

  ‘So, if I was up for “it,” what do you have in mind?’ she asked, her eyes following my fingers as they deftly undid the buttons. I couldn’t help but smirk. I knew she was imagining these long fingers inside her, pumping, stroking, caressing, making her come. Fuck, did I want that too.

  ‘I’m in the mood for a little mutual masturbation. Then, as I’m not into “Le Grand style,” I’d suggest … the Donovan position.’

  ‘Oooooh, what’s that one? You’ve taught me so many,’ she replied, her eyes lighting up.

  ‘My favourite, a rough fuck up against the wall.’

  ‘Sign me up!’ she shot back quick as a flash. I grinned as I sat up and removed my waistcoat, then started on the buttons of my shirt. Coco loved it when I was extra vigorous, in awe that I could fuck her standing in the middle of the room with no wall supporting me. She also loved watching me jack myself off, it got her as wet as if I was fingering her. ‘Come on then, let’s go,’ she demanded, quickly rising to her feet.

  ‘Go?’ I queried, making short work of my shirt and peeling it back to expose my toned torso. ‘I want you to strip down to your underwear, then sit back on that sofa and get yourself off while I watch you and do the same.’

  ‘Here?!’ she gasped, her eyes darting around the room as if she was expecting an audience.

  ‘Yes, here,’ I confirmed as I deliberately pulled down the zip on my trousers slowly, letting her hear each ping of the metal as it was released.

  ‘But … but … Lulu and Luc could come in, or the butler!’ she protested. Her eyes flitted from my face to my crotch, then back up again as she swallowed hard.

  ‘Trust me, Lulu and Luc won’t surface until the morning. As for the butler, unless we call for him, he won’t enter the room until he sees on the heat signature cameras that we’ve left. Of course, if you’re not in the mood, we can always go to bed. To sleep,’ I added, with extra emphasis on the last two words.

  ‘Like hell we will! You know what seeing you in a three-piece suit does to me,’ she shot back, then she gripped the bottom of the jade green kimono-style top she was wearing and lifted it over her head.

  A predatory growl left my lips to see she was wearing a quarter-cup black lace bra, her large pink nipples balancing on the edge of the material, which pushed her breasts up and together. Jesus, I was reconsidering the fuck against the wall in favour of fucking that cleavage and spilling myself all over her chest and throat. I’d extracted myself from my jersey boxers by the time she’d reached behind her to undo the zip on her form-fitted, knee-length black skirt. I took a few deep breaths as my fingers curled around my hot shaft, waiting for the skirt to drop and reveal the stockings and suspenders I knew she was wearing. She’d let me run my hand up her thigh under the discretion of the table linen at dinner, but had squeezed my balls sharply to warn me off when I tried to pull the crotch of her knickers aside.

  ‘Fuck,’ I uttered, my eyes on stalks as I finally got to see her standing there, the suspenders denting her flesh, the circle of lace clinging to her thighs, and the tiniest scrap of material covering her smooth waxed cunt. I started to slowly stroke myself, parting my thighs and sinking lower in the comfortable chair.

  ‘God, you look so hot manhandling yourself,’ she moaned as she reached up to tweak her nipples and hissed through her teeth.
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br />   ‘Had to take the Donovan Manual Handling course,’ I quipped with a wink. ‘One wrong move and I could throw my back out carrying this load.’

  ‘Your cock should come with a hazard warning. You throw my back out on a regular basis, not that I’m making any complaints to the Health and Safety Executive any time soon,’ she giggled.

  ‘Sit down and touch yourself. I want to watch you climax first, then have you swallow me when I come.’

  ‘You’re so bossy. So hot,’ she added in a whisper, unable to take her eyes off me stroking myself, swirling my thumb around the head of my cock spreading the moisture gathered there already. Damn, I loved seeing her in suspenders.

  ‘Actually, turn around and bend over the sofa, then finger yourself from underneath so I can see your backside.’

  ‘No way! You know I love to watch you too.’

  ‘Then turn your head. That way I get to look at that fuckable arse of yours, as well as those beautiful eyes.’

  ‘I love the way my eyes were the last thought. Arse pervert,’ she muttered, making me laugh before she did as she was told, bracing her left arm on the back of the sofa as she bent over it.

  ‘You shouldn’t have such a damn sexy one then, should you. Jesus, look at it,’ I groaned as I took in the V of black lace that disappeared between her firm, perfect globes. ‘Spread your legs, I want to see your fingers working too.’ I inhaled sharply as she did as she was told, her right hand moving into position to push the material of her knickers aside as she glanced back at me over her shoulder. Christ, she was so damn sexy and she had no idea what she did to me. I was close to unloading and she hadn’t even touched me.

  ‘I’m going to kill you if someone walks in,’ she warned as she started to circle her sensitive, swollen clit.