Their Christmas Miracle: A collection of spicy xxx-mas tales

by Fox, Logan

Lexi gasped and jumped off the bed, eyes searching the darkness. Dammit: Mason had gone and bought another gadget hadn’t he? One of those collars that changed the sound of his voice to something deep and dark.

  “Back on the bed, slave,” Mason instructed.

  Lexi crawled back onto the bed. She tried locating Mason, but all she had to go on was his weird voice and it seemed he was moving around, too.

  Something touched her foot, and she tugged it away on instinct. But it had been a soft, whisper of a touch — silk, perhaps.

  Despite her moving away, the touch returned a second later, now on her ankle.

  How could he see where she was?

  Erin

  He wore night-vision goggles, of course. He had to be: how else could her husband — sorry, Master — track her movements in the pitch black room?

  Erin groaned, letting her head fall back on the bed. Zach’s saving account was probably empty after this weekend. Night vision goggles, voice changers, and expensive hotels… he’d really gone all out.

  She snatched at the piece of silk Zach was trailing further and further up her leg. Tried to snatch it, anyway. He jerked it away at the last second, leaving her fingers to close over empty air. She let out a frustrated growl.

  The sound was cut off as a strip of silk slid between her lips. Erin gasped, hands going to the strip of cloth, but Zachary tied it off behind her head before she could fight him.

  “Leave it,” Zach commanded in his artificially-deep voice.

  Geez, he’d definitely gotten into character, hadn’t he? This had nothing on the cosplay events him and Mason attended where they’d dress up as someone from one of the many computer games they played together.

  “Sorry,” Erin said. Tried to say: the gag muffled her words into ‘owee’.

  God, please let him have kept the receipts. She was going to insist he take everything he splurged on this weekend and return it. It would be good to make sure nothing got knocked off or dropped on the floor: returns were usually voided if the items showed signs of use.

  How did you determine signs of use on a pair of night-vision goggles, anyway?

  “You disobeyed me, slave.”

  “What?” This came out:‘wa?’

  “I said you were to strip naked at the door.” Zach twanged the elastic band of her panties. “What is this, pray tell?”

  Pray tell? Erin snorted but managed to jerk her hip out of his reach. She began to explain, realized anything she said was an awkward mumble of vowels and gave up.

  “I want you on your knees,” Zach said.

  Erin moved from her cross-legged sit, coming up to her knees.

  Despite everything, the darkness in the room was actually quite sensual. Not being able to see Zach made it quite interesting. He could be anyone: a deranged scientist wanting to experiment with her unwilling flesh. A football jock. A famous actor. A famous actress. Erin squirmed a little, her knees digging into the soft pelt laid across the bed.

  “Put your hands out. Wrists together.”

  She did as Zach commanded, gasping when he tied a rough rope around her wrists. With a tug, her arms shot above her head. Somehow, he’d attached her to the bed, her trussed-up arms now lifted above her head. She jerked on them, but there was no give whatsoever.

  If this hadn’t been a four-poster bed, Zach would have had some serious explaining to do….

  “Spread your knees.”

  Still caught up in her thoughts on what was going on above her head — had he tied her a post? — Erin let Zach’s deep voice slide over her without anything latching on.

  Something soft struck the back of her thigh.

  Erin gasped, tugging back on the rope as she straightened her spine.

  “What the fuck?” she yelled. Or, at least: ‘wa tha fu?’

  “Disobedience carries harsh penalties,” Zach said. “As does swearing. Don’t think I can’t tell what you’re screaming through your gag.”

  Erin slumped. Whatever he’d struck her with hadn’t hurt: it had just been nigh unexpected. She bowed her head, hoping Zach would take it as an act of contrition, and waited.

  “Your knees, slave.”

  She jerked her knees apart.

  “More. Until your muscles start pulling.”

  When she stopped again, Zach snorted. The sound was awful, coming through his voice changer as it did.

  “That it? I thought you did gymnastics in high school.”

  Erin rolled her eyes. It would be just like Zach to mix that up: it had been Lexi who’d done gymnastics, not her.

  A touch on her belly. Something cool, supple, stiff. Leather?

  That touch trailed down her belly and slid behind her panties. Zach jerked her underwear open, sending a cool gust of air over her sex. Erin tried to fold forward, gasping at the sensation, but her ties prevented her.

  “I think this should come off, don’t you?”

  Erin moaned in agreement.

  Lexi

  “Too tight?” Mason asked.

  Lexi shook her head. It was easier than trying to talk through the silk gag. That had been a nice touch, but it wasn’t exactly new territory for her and Mason. Being strung from a four-poster bed, however…

  She writhed at the end of her bonds, her insides already aching for Mason. The one thing they’d never been good at was holding out long enough for a decent amount of foreplay. It had always just been: gag, undress, climax. Or: blindfold, undress, climax.

  Maybe he’d taken something. Like the opposite of Viagra. Those weird Chinese remedies for stamina or endurance or something.

  A smack to her ass cut off her train of thought and nearly derailed all sixteen cars and cargo.

  “Ah,” she cried out. Surprisingly, the gag did little to interfere with the expletive.

  “My pet likes it, does she?” Mason sounded a little surprised.

  Why the hell wouldn’t she be loving this? Lexi nodded furiously and received another smack — this on her other cheek — in repayment. She sighed heavily into her gag, swooning against the ropes. Two stripes of fire flickered on her ass, their heat a stark comparison to the cool air inside the bedroom.

  Mason moved — she could tell by the stirring in the air around her — and that same utensil touched the inside of her thigh.

  “Yes, Master,” Lexi moaned, knowing — and not caring — that Mason couldn’t make out her words through the gag.

  The whip slid up the inside of her thigh, stopping an inch from her throbbing sex. Any minute now, she was going to start leaking love-juice all down inside of her leg. A familiar heat pooled inside her, still sealed by the lips of her unused pussy.

  Mason moved the tip of the whip, drawing it instead over her breast and twanging her tightly-drawn nipple.

  “Are you going to be a good little pet for me?” Mason asked.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Will you scream as loud as you can for me, when I’m fucking you?”

  A furious nod, her hair tickling the sides of her face.

  “And you’ll tell me before you cum, so I can make sure you don’t?”

  Lexi stiffened. She couldn’t cum?

  IV

  A Good Little Pet

  Erin

  Erin gasped when Zach tugged down her underwear. Her pussy had been trapped in the folded fabric: maybe some of it still was. She shuddered, unsure whether the wave of sensation tearing through her lower body was pleasure or pain.

  “Kick it off,” Zach said.

  She managed to stand, stepping out of her undies and kicking them into oblivion. She began to go down to her knees again when she felt the bed move under Zach’s weight.

  “No, stand.”

  Erin straightened her spine, trying to see Zach as he stepped closer. Slowly, the suggestion of a hulking shape emerged from the darkness. God, was he really this broad and tall? She had the urge to shrink away from him and folded into it a few seconds later.

  “Spread your legs, slave.”

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p; She wiggled her feet apart, her soles sliding easily over the slick fur beneath her.

  “Are you wet yet?” That whip described a sinuous line up the inside of her thigh.

  Erin shook her head.

  “No? I’m shocked.” Zach touched the tip of the whip to her clit before snatching it away. The brief kiss of a touch made a thrill swoop through her, and Erin shivered at the end of her bonds.

  “I think you drank too much,” he commented as he moved around her. “Did you drink too much, slave?”

  Erin shook her head.

  Zach came to a stop behind her. The whip trailed down the curve of her ass, underneath her cheek, and came to a rest an inch from her taint. She bucked her hips back, forcing the tip of the whip to touch her clit. It had barely made contact before Zach jerked it away.

  “Impatient little minx, aren’t we?”

  Erin groaned. Her clit was aching in time with her fluttering heart. Zach had never spent this much time on her before. She felt so exposed, trussed up like this. Legs apart. Cool air brushing over her sex in a continuous stream. Her skin pebbled at the thought.

  “Should I rather just fuck you with this? Is my dick too big for you, sweetheart?”

  So nasty. Erin shook her head.

  Fingers closed over the front of her throat, gripping her chin, forcing her head back against a naked chest. Those fingertips found her lips, thrust past her gag, touched her tongue.

  “I’ll just have to shove it in as deep as I can. And I don’t care if I tear you apart in the process, you know that, right?”

  The tip of Zach’s cock touched the small of her back. Erin gasped and bucked backward, but Zach moved out of the way, breaking contact before she could intensify the touch.

  “Maybe I’ll even ram this monster in your ass, see how you like it. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

  Erin gave a furious shake of her head. Fuck no! She’d scream absinthe so loud, the walls would cave in.

  “Hmm…” Zach ran the tip of the whip down her spine. “Not even just the tip?”

  He brushed the whip’s tip against the outer fold of her sex. She ached in response and bucked again.

  Zach landed a whip-lash over her ass. It stung like liquid fire. Erin cried out, the gag muffling the sound to a soft whine.

  “You forget: you don’t have a say in what happens here tonight. If I want to fuck you in the ass—” he forced the whip between her ass cheeks, tickling her back door “—then I’ll do it. If I want you to take every inch of my dick inside your mouth, until it goes down your throat and you choke on it, then that’s what’s going to happen, understand?”

  Erin moaned. If she hadn’t been wet before, she was close to dripping now.

  Zach

  Zach stared down at the girl, bound and gagged, in front of him. She swung from her bonds, her knees brushing the fur beneath her. His dick stood proud from his flat stomach, bobbing as he moved around the bed. She’d made a small sound in the back of her throat when he’d climbed up onto the bed. Anticipation — either positive or negative — and perhaps even a touch of uncertainty?

  He hadn’t realized this set up would have been so erotic, so intoxicating. He felt ready to explode: if she’d been free and had made a grab for his dick, even a single touch would have had him cumming all over her face.

  An interesting prospect…

  She swayed forward, moaning again. Her gagged mouth came to within an inch of his beading cock. The urge to shove it past her gag was so intense that he leaned closer, until his dick almost brushed her chin.

  Perhaps she sensed him so close; perhaps she could feel the heat exuding off his erect dick. She moaned, thrusting her head forward.

  Zach barely managed to draw back in time.

  “Naughty girl,” he said.

  Watching her through the green-tinged darkness of the night-vision goggles made Erin appear so different, so alien. She was so sure of herself in here, so pliant and responsive. Mason had said it would work: that all Erin needed was to be dominated. He apparently did that with Lexi all the time: the sex was how he wanted, when he wanted. And Lexi was only too happy to comply. But thinking about forcing Erin — even though it would probably be mutual — to do anything more than their weekly routine of kissing, undressing, sex-with-the-lights-off had made him feel dirty.

  So why did this feel so good?

  Zach ran his hands through Erin’s hair. Even that felt different. A small thought in the back of his head flickered to life, but at the same time his dick throbbed once — hard — and he pushed further thoughts from his mind.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight, my pet?”

  Erin squirmed against her bonds, and let out a muffled phrase that sounded like: ‘No, Master.’

  God, that made his dick ache to be inside her. She was always taking the lead in the bedroom, getting everything over and done as quickly as possible. They would both cum, so it wasn’t as if she did it to get rid of him. But it was always more like a business transaction than an act of lovemaking.

  Tonight would be different.

  “No, you don’t,” Zach murmured. “And you won’t know until I’m doing it to you.”

  Zach grabbed the shaft of his dick in his hand and touched the tip of it against Erin’s cheek. She recoiled at first, but then leaned toward him as if wanting more. He drew a line from her cheek down to her chin and up the other side, careful not to get any of his precum on her face.

  He wanted her pristine.

  Zach dropped the whip on the side of the bed and used his fingertips to trace lines down the front of Erin’s body. He grabbed her breasts — just large enough to spill out of his hands — in a rough caress that made her moan and arch into his touch. He squeezed her tits together and crouched, sliding his dick between them.

  She gasped and began moving her torso up and down, letting his dick slide between her breasts. Zach grunted, the sound emerging strange and metallic, as he fucked her breasts in the eerie green glow of the night-vision goggles.

  Mason

  Mason stared at the girl securely harnessed to the four poster bed. She stood spread-eagled, her body quivering under his invisible scrutiny. He’d always loved Lexi’s body: it was a gymnast’s body, supple and lithe and strong.

  His cock ached to be inside her, ached for the friction of her tight, wet pussy. But he knew he had to hold out, just this once. Lexi deserved an evening’s — hell, a whole weekend’s — pleasuring, and he was determined to give it to her. No more quickies in the back seat. No more messy, soapy shower sessions.

  He wrapped his hand around his the base of his cock, his pinkie caressing his balls, and went to his knees in front of Lexi. As if sensing he’d changed position, the girl began to tremble.

  Mason leaned forward and breathed over Lexi’s clit. In the swarming green light of the night-vision goggles, the folds of her sex looked like the genitalia of an alien.

  “Oh, yes,” Lexi murmured.

  Weird. Mason frowned up at her. “It’s: ‘Yes, Master,’,” he said. “And every time I punish you, it’s ‘Thank you, Master’. Got it, slave?”

  “Yes, Master,” through the gag.

  Mason breathed on her again and she writhed, her thigh muscles bunching. God, she was seriously turned on right now. He went down on Lexi at least once a week, and it usually took her a while to get going. Maybe it was the room, the ropes, the gag.

  He leaned forward and kissed her hip bone. Lexi moaned and bucked her hips forward. Mason struck her ass with the switch and she groaned.

  “Thank you, Sir,” came the muffled words from Lexi.

  Mason grinned, tightening the grip around his cock. He’d jerked himself off minutes before Lexi had entered the room, but it hadn’t helped. He could cum right now, with a pump or two on his cock. But he wouldn’t. He would wait. He would let Lexi have a few dozen orgasms before he did.

  Leaning forward, Mason brushed another kiss on her other hip bone. The girl sighed, b
ut she didn’t buck.

  “Good girl,” he murmured.

  He kissed the smooth mound of flesh above her clit, touching the top of her sex. Lexi swayed a little, as if she’d taken all the weight off her legs and was simply hanging from her bonds.

  Good. He liked that.

  He used the tip of the switch to touch her clit, and the girl let out a gasp of pleasure that made his cock pulse in warning. Dammit, how was he supposed to keep himself in check? He peered up at Lexi, and a slow smile spread on his face. There was enough time…

  “On your knees, mutt.”

  The girl collapsed onto her knees in an instant. She knelt inches away from him, her blind eyes searching for him in the darkness. Perhaps she could see his silhouette, because she did eventually focus on his face.

  “Master?”

  But Mason ignored her, coming to his feet again. Time to let off a little steam. He pumped his cock, his hips bucking backward and forward as he moved into every thrust. Lexi, perhaps sensing what he was doing, sat up straight. She looked so expectant.

  “Master!” came the muffled call through the gag.

  Mason tugged free the girl’s silk gag. She opened her mouth, and he forced his dick between her lips.

  Zach

  Zach felt an orgasm approaching and tugged his dick free of Erin’s breasts. Too soon. Way too soon. The loss of her heat, of the softness of her twin mounds, made him shiver.

  “Master?” came the muffled question.

  He glanced down. It was difficult to make out minute details with the night vision goggles on, but her thighs were trembling.

  Zach moved around her and sank down on his knees behind the girl. She shivered as he drew her hair away from her shoulders and began to kiss each vertebra of her spine.

  He slapped her ass. “Up.”

  Erin scampered to her feet.

  “Legs open.”