Mischief Under The Mistletoe

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by Maren Smith


  “Good girl,” Jason said, and she felt proud. Proud and horny. She wanted to beg him to fuck her. To use his cock or mouth on her, drive her to climax with is fingers. At this point, she would even accept the whip, if it would prove sufficient to drive her over the edge.

  She suddenly heard a door open, and stopped herself just in time from lifting her head to see who it was, knowing that it would only draw Jason’s ire. She was well aware of how she looked, though. Her ass red and in the air, her pussy partly visible from behind. The whip in Jason’s hand. Her face grew red from the shame of it, and she was only happy that her face could not be seen from up.

  “George,” she heard Jason said to the newcomer. “Are we set and ready?”

  “Yes sir,” she heard a male voice say, and wondered what he thought of the sight of his boss whipping a woman. Then she mentally kicked herself as she realized this would not be the first time he would have done this. The wave of jealousy that overtook her was so cloying, Jenny had to take a deep breath.

  “Good,” she heard Jason finally say and realized that she had missed their whole conversation. At least George, whoever he was, was finally going to leave. Then she heard Jason say, “George, what do you make of her?”

  “Oh, not in my place to say sir.” George sounded a bit embarrassed. Not as much as Jenny though, who had gone palely red.

  “I’m making it your place,” Jason said, a hint of humor in his voice. But at the same time, he made it clear he was demanding an answer. “Jenny, get up and face me.”

  She swallowed, tears threatening to fall down her eyes. She thought about standing up and just making a run for it. But in the end, she rose to her feet and turned around in her heels to look at the two men. George was a handsome young man about her age, wearing a chef’s outfit. She could barely meet his eyes, but when she finally struggled to do so, the force of arousal that could be seen there almost had her reeling back. It was empowering to see she could have such an effect on someone, even more powerful when she realized he knew that no matter how much he wanted her, he could not claim her. Her breasts had fully slipped out of the hold the corset had on them, and her rosy red nipples were in full view. She watched Jason stride forward to wrap his hand around her waist, possessively drawing her close while the whip dangled from his other hand.

  “So, tell me, George. What do you make of her?”

  George swallowed, then in a thick voice gave his reply. “I don’t think I’ve ever laid my eyes on a sexier woman or a sight more beautiful than that. I think you, sir, are a very lucky man.” His gaze traveled from her erect nipples, to the area between her legs, his throat working feverishly. Then he seemed to catch himself, and blushed crimson red. “I’m really sorry if I crossed any line, sir.”

  “Don’t worry, George. I’ll let you know when you do.” He covered one of her breasts with his hand, his palm scraping her nipples, and Jenny shamelessly moaned and leaned into it, empowered by the gaze of the man across from her. He could want and watch all he wanted, but he could never have her.

  “If I push you to your knees,” Jason whispered into her ear, his voice low enough for only her ear. “If I demand you take my cock into your mouth and suck while George over there stands and watches, would you do it?”

  “Yes, daddy.” She did not bother whispering. Her gaze locked on his eyes, showing indeed that she would.

  “That’s my girl.” He patted her on her head. Then turned back to George. “That would be all for today, and give the staff my apologies for making them work on Christmas.”

  “No need, Mr. Dawson. The bonus you gave us more than made up for it. Have a lovely day,” he said, bowing slightly as he left. His gaze moved to take in one more sight of Jenny before he did. Feeling naughty, Jenny stared at him, and then reached down to grab Jason’s crotch, rocking into it. The blanched look that crossed George’s face was worth it, and Jenny found herself laughing as she watched him run out of the room.

  “I think you scared him,” Jason commented with a wry smile.

  “I don’t think scared people can run out of a room with a stiff cock.”

  “You ready to eat?” he asked her.

  “Yes, daddy,” she said with a smile, looking toward the direction of where she assumed the dining room to be.

  “Hold one minute,” he said, then walked to the Christmas tree and picked a box. He stretched out his hand for her. “Let’s go.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  JENNY COULD NOT HELP her gasp of shock as she stared at the meal that had been prepared and served on the table. There were foods she had never seen before, but knew they looked delicious. Standing to the side, she waited to see what Jason would have her do. And when he took his seat at the end of the table, she did not join.

  “So many things I want to do to you. So many things I want to do with you,” he said, his hand rubbing his cock through his pants. She knew he was hard underneath it. Had probably been hard since the moment he walked down the stairs. “But first, I want you naked. Take off all your clothes.”

  She lifted a hand to the hook that held her corset in place, and began to unhook it, her eyes on his as she did. The undergarment finally came free, and all she was wearing were thigh-high boots, the garter belt and the lace thong. She saw his hand clench on the table, and noticed the way his jaw flexed as he watched her strip. He was the one giving the orders, but she was starting to see the power she wielded in her submission. The garter belt went next, and as she threw it to the floor, she looked at him. Keeping her eye on him as his hands went to the waistband of her pants, she slowly eased the thong down her legs, making sure the pink fold of her pussy was hidden from him as she did. He sat up in his chair, nostrils flaring in arousal. And when she used a finger to finally open herself up to him, showing him the pink pearl between her legs, she saw a small spasm travel up his legs. She was bending down to remove her boots, when she heard his chair move.

  “Leave it,” he barked harshly, “and come here.”

  She slowly walked toward him, his powerful gaze humbling and empowering her at the same time. He pushed the wrapped gift toward her.

  “Open that,” he commanded, and sat back as she did.

  Jenny unwrapped the present to reveal a purple velvet box inside it. She looked up at him, and he nodded his head. She opened the box to reveal two metal balls wrapped in satin. She looked up at him, confusion written all over her face. And he replied with a smile. Standing up, he collected the balls from her, and walked her across the table to the other chair, then pushed her gently into it. She opened her mouth slightly when he pushed her legs open, widened her eyes when he leaned between them, then moaned when his tongue licked through her wet pussy. One hand came up to thumb at her nipples, and Jenny wanted to place a hand on his head, push into his face and ride him to that release that seemed teasingly just within reach. But she knew better than that, and kept her hands to her side. Her legs thrashed up and down though, and she could not stop the spasm in her legs when his teeth grazed her clit. His lips teased her lips, and she felt herself spill her essence into his mouth. Then his fingers were spearing into her pussy, working upwards toward that spongy spot that seemed to hold the highest concentration of nerves. But just before he reached it, just at that point when it seemed like her moans were at the loudest, the tremors wracking her body getting more violent, he suddenly stopped. And his mouth was covering hers, filling her body with another kind of pleasure and denying her the orgasm she was sure she was close to. As he kissed her, she felt the cold touch of metal between her legs. Then her pussy was filled with the weight of one ball, and then the second one too. He lifted his head and looked at her.

  “One gift of many that I’ll be showing you tonight. Shall we eat?” he stood up on his feet and walked back to his chair.

  Jenny looked at him, wondering what his end game was. Then she shifted in her chair and barely bit back the moan that wracked her, as the balls shifted in her cunt. She tried to relax another way, and fo
und that it didn’t matter how she tried to sit down, she could still feel the balls moving inside her.

  He smiled at her across the table. “You are not expecting me to serve myself, are you?”

  Jenny looked at him, then got to her feet. And nearly fell back down as the balls jostled within her, stimulating her pussy and sending tremors through her whole body. She got to her feet again, and looked across the table at where Jason sat back comfortably, and still fully clothed. She tried taking one step, and still felt the hot flame of arousal lick through her. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to walk forward. But she couldn’t stop herself from moaning as she carved the turkey and served him, along with a helping of mashed potatoes. He opened the bottle of wine, and she poured into two glasses, moving back and forth across the table to serve both of them.

  By the time she got back to her chair, she was breathing fast and her legs were shaking non-stop. She picked up the fork and looked at him, watching as he took his first bite. Jenny had no appetite for the meal in front of her. But she nevertheless picked her knife and began to eat too.

  “If I had not invited you over,” he started to ask, taking a sip of his wine. “What would you have done?”

  “Stayed home and eat leftovers,” she answered honestly, happy for the distraction. “Maybe catch a program on TV.”

  “Sounds kind of boring. Now, aren’t you glad I’m giving you a Christmas you’ll never forget?”

  Jenny could not help but think that there was a note of finality in his words, and she suddenly felt miserable at the idea that he would leave and forget her.

  “Have you given any thought to my offer about coming to work for me?”

  Jenny thought of asking him in what capacity, but she just shook her head instead.

  “Use your words, Jenny,” he admonished her.

  “No, sir,” she said just a little harshly.

  His eyes blazed with banked fury, then he seemed to collect himself and she wondered what he was thinking.

  “Okay, how about you ask me something. Anything,” he said.

  She looked at him, then picked up her glass of wine and took a sip as she wondered what to as him. Then she finally lifted her head and looked at him. “What do you want from me?”

  “What do I want from you?” he smiled at her, and she suddenly felt foolish.

  “I mean I know what you want from me today; tonight. But after that, what happens?”

  “What do you want to happen?” he asked her quietly, and Jenny had no answers. Not that she didn’t know what she wanted. But it was more that she did not know that they both wanted the same things. And it didn’t matter what she wanted, unless he wanted it too.

  When she refused to answer, he cleaned his mouth with his napkin, then dropped it and looked at her. “If you asked me that question, I’ll probably not know how to answer you. But now, now I want you. It is that simple. I saw how George looked at you, saw the way you teased him and it was at that moment I knew that while I am happy with anyone looking at you in all your beauty and glory. I’ll kill anyone who ever puts a hand on you. You think this is a one-night thing? Then think again, because I’m not even close to starting with you Jenny. I’m hungry for you, and I don’t think it is the type of hunger that ever goes away again. Does that answer your question?”

  Jenny looked at him, his desire for her empowering her. Now she knew she would do anything he wanted her to do, because she knew that while he had control over her body and will, she also held a little bit of him in her.

  “Am I the first person you’ve brought here?” she asked, looking at him. Not in a way that questioned his authority, but intended in a way that told him she needed to know this for her peace of mind.

  “No,” he answered her bluntly. But she did not feel the pain she was expecting. Instead, she felt a motivation to make sure she would be the last.

  “Is that your last question?” he asked her when she was quiet for a few moments, and she shook her head.

  She looked at the meal in front of her and knew she could not eat a single bite again. He also had long pushed his plate away from himself. Rising to her feet, she didn’t hide the tremor in her legs as the balls teased her. Her nipples were two acute points of pleasure and she ached for him to put his lips on them. Bowing her head, she asked her last question.

  “What do you want from me?”

  He surged to his feet and stalked to where she was. Then she was falling into his arms and he was swiftly moving up the stairs with her. The balls stimulated her drenched pussy and she moaned with every step. Then she was being dumped on a bed and his hard body was stretched across her. She lifted her hand and grabbed a hold of his shirt. A small nod gave her permission, and she ripped his shirt open with glee, buttons popping in every direction. He unbuckled his belt and she dragged his zipper down. Then his pants and boxer briefs were flung to one side. He was now standing gloriously naked above her. He leaned down, bracketing her body with his arms as he kissed her hard.

  “So many things I want to do to you, baby girl,” he said, the endearment making her purr. “But I’ll have to apologize because I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you now.”

  Jenny nodded soundlessly, then watched as he reached for the nightstand and sheathed his cock with a condom. He reached for the small string that jutted out of her pussy and gently pulled the balls out, his eyes on her as she let out a small cry of pleasure. Gripping his cock with one hand, he began to tease her pussy with it. He spread her slick juices around the head and she found herself praying that it would be enough to ease the entry of his large erection into her wet opening. Still, when he pushed into her, slowly so she could ease into accepting a cock of his size, she found herself grimacing in pain. Then he was buried deep into her, and Jenny found herself deliciously full. He reached down and cupped a breast in each hand as he anchored himself and started a rhythm, thrusting in and out, the speed of his thrusts slowly increasing. He reached out and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her ass so her hips tilted upwards and his cock could go all the way in. Soon he was fucking her hard, her head bouncing on the bed as one hand slipped between her legs to tease her clit and she cried out her approval, her pussy clamping down on his cock.

  Her body gathered heat, and soon her world was reduced to the motion of his cock pulling out and pushing back into her cunt in a hard and fast rhythm. Rising higher and higher, the coil of tension in her spine wounding tighter and tighter, until she crashed and her whole world exploded into shocking, terrifying waves of pleasure. Her hips thrashed under his hand as the storm of sensation spiraled upward until even her hair seemed to tingle.

  She managed to catch one breath and another, and then his hands gripped her hips and he hammered into her. He roared as he came, a thrilling sound. And the furious jerks so deep inside set even more mini-orgasms inside her.

  Finally, he dropped beside her and rolled to lie beside her, both of them breathing hard.

  Lying beside him, she did not know what he would want to do next. But she knew that whatever it was, she was willing and ready to obey his every order.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep,” he mumbled, and she turned around to drape her body across his, her breasts pressing deliciously against his side.

  “No, I’m still awake.” She kissed him on his chest just because she could, smiling as his body spasmed a little.

  “Good,” he said, curving his hand around her ass, and rubbing the surface that still seemed to tingle from the whipping he gave her earlier. “I have some toys I want to test on you.”

  Jenny smiled, and when he reached out a hand for her a few minutes later, she humbly followed him.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “SO, ARE WE OPENING presents now?” Jenny asked, excitement in her voice. Not really because she was a Christmas person, but because of the decadent promise in his tone when he told her about the wrapped presents under the tree. That, and her first taste of one such gift. Her pussy still ached delici
ously, more from the blissful ramming of his cock, but she still couldn’t forget the bone-melting ecstasy of the balls weighing down her cunt.

  He kept a firm grip on her hand, and led her to the table, instead. “Not yet. First, we eat; replenish the energy you’ve lost, and also for what is about to come next.” There was a dark, sensuous promise in his eyes, and Jenny was ready for it when his hand lifted her head and he captured her lips in a kiss. The force of the kiss still caught her off guard though, and just like that she felt the low hum of arousal curl in her belly.

  Unlike the first time they sat, he led her to the table this time and poured the bottle of wine. The already-cold dinner was emptied into a can by the side of the table, and he served her from the food on the table, which was still kept hot by the cooler it had all been served in, almost as if he had planned it that way. With the way things had been going, Jenny could easily see how he could have done that. Still, it felt weird to have him serve her, and her discomfort must have shown in her posture, because after he served the bottle of wine, he grabbed her by the lapels of the silk bathrobe he had wrapped her in and laid a hot, heavy kiss on her.

  “I’d be a terrible person if I didn’t take good care of what’s mine, don’t you think?”

  “I feel like I should be the one serving you.” She lifted her hand and fisted it in his robe. Her action possessive, even though there was no threat anywhere to be found.

  “Jenny, you are to do what I want you to do. And now, I want you to eat, relax. Trust me, you’ll need to save your energy for what is to come.”

  He moved back to his place on the table, and after raising his glass, lifted it to his lips. Still, Jenny waited until he lifted his fork before she also picked hers and began to eat.

 

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