Christmas Captive: A Holiday Romance

by Isabella Starling

  Grayson groaned, turning his head to the side. That's when he saw me, and his eyes darkened.

  "What are you doing up, Amicia?" he demanded. He hadn't even used my nickname, and my shoulders fell with disappointment.

  "I heard voices," I muttered, glancing between him and the beautiful woman glaring at me with pure hatred from the doorstep. "What's going on?"

  "We have a little midnight visitor," Grayson explained with a tight smile. "This is Lyra. Lyra, Amicia."

  She nodded at me and I repeated the motion. I didn't have it in me to give her more of a reaction, my body still twisted in knots.

  "Why don't you come in, Lyra?" Grayson suggested, and I felt sick. I didn't want her here, didn't want her near the man who'd bought me. I didn't understand my own feelings but I knew they were screaming at me to get this Lyra away from Grayson. "We'll speak in my bedroom. Amicia, make us some coffee."

  My lips pursed. Now he'd humiliated me to the role of a maid. I rushed toward the kitchen while Lyra gave me a self-righteous smile. My hands shook so badly I was convinced I'd break something, and in my rush to leave, I hadn't even asked them how they liked their coffee.

  I prepared everything, adding sugar cubes and cream to a saucer and carrying everything over to the office. There, Grayson was sitting at his desk while Lyra sat on the armchair in front of him, wiping her eyes.

  "Thank you, Kitty," Grayson spoke as I set the tray down. My heart soared when he used my nickname but I forced myself to fight the smile off my face. I was still upset. "Why don't you join us?"

  "Sure," I muttered. "I'll just put some clothes on first."

  "No." Grayson took me by the hand and smiled confidently. "Take the cardigan off."

  "But I..." His eyes allowed no room for arguing, and I flushed lightly as I peeled off the cardigan. I shivered, not because of the cold, but because I was nervous being so exposed in front of this woman who looked very much like a booty call.

  "Kneel," Grayson muttered, pointing to his feet to the side of the desk. "Next to me. Put your head in my lap."

  "Please, I-"

  His gaze left no chance of a reprieve, and with a sigh, I sank to my knees on the plush rug. I didn't even dare look at Lyra, instead choosing to focus on Grayson and staring up at him. I wanted him to tell her to get lost, to never come back again. I didn't want her around. I didn't want her in the space I shared with him, even if it was just for one short month. Perhaps she'd been here before—perhaps they'd dated—but I'd taken her place now, and I wasn't letting her replace me.

  "Lyra," Grayson spoke up with a sigh, gently running his fingers through my hair. "Lyra, Lyra, Lyra. I told you before. I don't want you anymore. What we had is over."

  So I'd been right... she'd been his lover, perhaps even his girlfriend.

  "Please." The woman leaned across his desk, pleading with him. It was excruciatingly embarrassing to watch her humiliate herself in front of him. At the same time, I was fighting the self-righteous smile off my face. "I'll do anything for you, Sir. I'll do anything you've ever wanted, give you all of me, let you have it all, Sir, please, Sir-"

  "Don't call me that." Grayson's voice was devoid of emotion as he cut her off. I leaned against him, seeing the pain in Lyra's eyes as she begged for him to reconsider. But he'd already made up his mind. The only person in the room who hadn't realized it was the woman sitting in front of us. I turned my head to the side so I wouldn't have to look at her.

  As Grayson told her to leave and that he didn't love her, I felt my stomach twisting. I felt sick. What did this mean for me? I was already starting to develop feelings for Grayson. But did I risk being tossed aside just like Lyra was now? Humiliated in front of his new toy while begging for a second chance?

  I didn't have the answer. My lips remained tightly pressed together as Grayson said goodbye to Lyra once and for all. He closed the door firmly and told me to go back to bed. I hesitated, but his insistent gaze told me I didn't have a choice.

  Burrowing back into my blankets, I chewed my bottom lip nervously as sleep evaded me for the rest of the night. I couldn't rest until I knew for certain whether he saw me as disposable. But something told me Grayson enjoyed keeping me on edge. That he'd keep me this way, enjoying my struggles. I wanted to hate him for it, but my heart betrayed me.

  ***

  I didn't see Grayson much the next day, but he told me he'd have a surprise for me in the evening. Some delivery men came in that afternoon, and I wasn't allowed out of the living room as they set something up.

  "Are you excited for your surprise?" Grayson asked once they finally left.

  "A little worried," I smiled cautiously. "Should I be afraid?"

  "You should always be a little afraid around me," Grayson smirked. "Only because I love it."

  The fact that he got off on my fear was thrilling, but I was too scared to bring it up. I tried to hide my flushed cheeks by allowing my hair to fall over my face. Grayson pulled his tie off the shirt he was wearing, dangling it before my eyes.

  "Will you let me blindfold you?" he asked with a smile. I nodded, knowing I didn't have a choice. After all, this was what I'd signed up for. He approached me, gently wrapping the silk around my eyes. I couldn't see a thing, but he was careful as he led me down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms. He gently pulled me forward, and placed my hands on something cool. It felt like metal. With a smile, I realized what he'd done.

  "If you wanted a private show, Mr. Kline," I purred. "You only needed to ask."

  "I'm asking now," he muttered in my ear as he pulled off the day. The ghost of his lips sent shivers down my spine. "Will you dance for me, Kitty?"

  I ran my fingers down the pole, inspecting it. It was sturdy. He'd paid money for this set up, and there was no denying my excitement. I lived to dance. To dance for Grayson would be extra special, not only because of the butterflies in my stomach. The electricity between us was sparking, and we hadn't even kissed yet.

  "Let me put on some music for you, Kitty." He played with his speakers and a slow, sensual song played over the speakers. "Now dance, pretty girl. Let me watch you twirl just for me."

  I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to familiarize itself with the sound of the music. My hips started swaying. I knew he was watching me, the hot weight of his gaze following me through the room as I started twirling around the pole.

  I danced for him and him alone. Finally, minutes into the dance I couldn’t handle not seeing him anymore. I pulled the blindfold off but kept my eyes closed for a few precious more moments.

  When I finally opened my eyes, I looked right at him. He was sitting with his legs spread, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other. I could see the outline of his erection through his slacks, and I was grateful for the sound of the music that covered up the moan that escaped my lips.

  I wanted him watching me. I wanted his cock hard. I wanted him wanting me so much he'd just cut everything off and take me then and there. And if Grayson Kline wanted a personal show, I'd give him one he'd never forget.

  The sound of the music reverberated through the room, through my body. I danced only for him. My dress slipped over my shoulders and I embraced it, acting coy as I slowly slipped it off. I stood before Grayson in stockings, a garter belt and a black set of lacy lingerie. I knew he was turned on. I felt the tension in the air, thick with the promise of what lay ahead. We were both prolonging this delicious moment, but I was beyond excited for the moment he finally gave me what we both wanted.

  After using the pole, I crawled to him on all fours. I braced my palms on his knees, rubbing my tits over his erection and feeling him getting harder and harder.

  "Don't you want to kiss me?" I whispered as I moved in closer and closer, tempting him to break the tension and just give in to the desire we both felt. "Don't you want to feel my lips on you? To make me yours?"

  "You're already mine," Grayson growled, taking a long puff of the cigar and putting it out on the ashtray on the coff
ee table. "When I take you, you'll be begging for it. Craving it."

  I didn't want to tell him I was already desperate for him. My desire for Grayson Kline grew with every second spent in his company. I found myself eager for every touch, intentional or not, and I was almost ashamed of the desire that burned within me when his fingertips so much as brushed against my skin. But he denied me on purpose. I knew it, he knew it. He wanted me to be more desperate. Usually, I'd be too embarrassed. I'd cut off contact with a man like him, a man determined to put me on my knees. Except Grayson was different. Grayson was...

  He leaned forward then, and he heard my gasp as his fingers gently wrapped around my neck.

  "I know you're fucking desperate for it," he muttered. "Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how badly you want me to kiss you."

  "P-Please." I flushed, embarrassed by my own neediness. "Grayson, I..."

  "Begging already." He smirked. "I'll only make it worse for you."

  I swallowed thickly, resisting the urge to ask for more. Our lips were dangerously close together, close enough for me to smell the alcohol he'd had mixing with the mint of his toothpaste.

  "Get in my bed," Grayson growled. "Right now. I want you in my arms tonight. From now on, you sleep in my bed, Kitty."

  My heart swelled in my chest. Before I got the chance to pick myself up, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my new bedroom himself.

  Chapter 9

  Grayson

  I cradled her in my arms for the rest of the night, and we woke up together in the guest bedroom. Her body was small and soft in my arms, and I cherished every breath she took as I held her. I had to resist the urge to bury my fingers in her silky depths as she slept, having to make peace with gently brushing my fingertips against her breasts instead. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d wanted any of the other toys. The others were merely amusement, a way to pass the time. With Kitty, it felt real.

  We had breakfast together while I explained I’d taken the day off for her. She seemed excited by the idea, but there was a note of sadness in her eyes I couldn’t miss, and it brought me down, too.

  Finally, after we were done with breakfast, and we settled down in the living room to admire the skyline and read, I decided to address it.

  “Why the sad eyes?”

  She hesitated; unsure whether she should tell me the truth. Finally, her lips parted, and the words came pouring out, as if she’d waited years to answer my question. “I’m just… worried that you’ll force me.”

  “Force you?” I repeated, raising a brow. “Force you to do what?”

  “To… you know.” She flushed again. “To have sex with you.”

  “I won’t force you.” My voice was gentler, kinder now. “I will make you beg for it, and I will fuck you someday, when you’re ready. I’ll edge you to the point you’ll be begging me for more, but I’ll never force you, Amicia. I told you—I’m not an evil man.”

  “Then why would you make me wait?” she demanded, making me smile as I touched her cheek, brushing it with my fingers.

  “Because I like to watch you squirm,” I muttered. “And I know you’re going to be so damn beautiful when you’re begging me for more.”

  “More what?” her words were barely above a whisper.

  “More pain… more pleasure… more everything.” I kissed the top of her head, finding it remarkable how attached I’d gotten to the sweet little toy after merely a week. Still, I only had two weeks left. After that, she’d be gone just like the rest of them, replaced by a new toy. Why did the thought of it make me hurt in my chest, though?

  “You think I will enjoy it?” She sounded incredulous, making me laugh out loud.

  “Oh, I know you will. Now, don’t you want to know what we’ll be doing tonight if you behave yourself?”

  “Yes,” she nodded.

  “Tell me properly, use your words.” I tipped her chin back with my fingers, making her look up at me. “Make a full sentence, Kitty.”

  “I want to know what we’ll be doing tonight if I behave myself,” she muttered, blushing as she added a nearly silent “Sir…” at the end.

  “Good girl.” I felt her body tense at the two little words. They were all the same in the end. So needy, so desperate to hear their favorite praise. Kitty was just like the other girls—eager to be acknowledged, desperate to be complimented. “We’re going to see the Nutcracker ballet at the London Opera House.”

  “W-What?” She jumped to her feet, bubbling over with excitement. “That’s…”

  “I’m glad you’re so excited.” I laughed. “The tickets are ready and there should be an outfit waiting for you. You need only behave yourself, Kitty.”

  “I’ll behave myself,” she rushed to say. “I promise… Sir.”

  “Good, I expect nothing less of you. Now get back to your book and I’ll get back to mine. You’ve got something to look forward to now, don’t you?”

  She nodded, the faint hint of a smile not leaving her lips as she settled in the loveseat next to me. I placed a palm on her thigh, making her shiver as I grabbed her. She was my property, after all—at least for another few weeks. And I wanted to make her feel like a toy.

  While we read together, I allowed my fingertips to wander all over her skin, gently smoothing down her dress. In moments, I was touching her bare skin until even I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t heard her whispered moans every time our skin made contact.

  “You like that?” I muttered in her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She blushed again.

  “You want more, Kitty?”

  “I do. Please. Sir.”

  “Remember you cannot come,” I reminded her. “Not under any circumstances. Do you understand that, Kitty?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, her eyes gravelly burning into mine. “I won’t.”

  “Good girl.” I was going to make this hard for her, just to see how far I could push her. Once I knew how much she could take, I would erase her boundaries and set new ones in place. “Crawl between my legs.”

  She didn’t hesitate, crawling to the spot I’d designated for her and waiting for further instructions, her hands demurely folded on her lap.

  “Take my cock out,” I said.

  “What?” She paled at the thought. “But I… You…”

  “Good toys don’t argue,” I reminded her. “Take it out, now.”

  Her shaky hands reached for me, undoing the zipper of my pants. Her fingers trembled as she touched the black silky fabric of my boxers, carefully reaching inside. Those pretty blue eyes widened when she felt how thick I was, and she pulled my cock out, a soft gasp leaving her full lips.

  “Do you like it?” I muttered, and she looked up into my eyes, nodding wordlessly. “Why don’t you taste it, Kitty? Maybe I’ll even give you some cream to lick up.”

  She licked her lips and leaned forward while I put my hands behind my head, groaning as I felt her mouth wrap around my tip for the very first time.

  She wasn’t an experienced cock sucker—and I could tell. But I didn’t mind it one bit, for what she lacked in skill, she made up for with the sheer need to please me. Her tongue twirled little circles around my tip, licking the precum out of my slit and filling her mouth with the taste of me. She moaned when my cock leaked, and I relaxed, allowing her to have full control of my hardness.

  Soon, she was working me even more eagerly. Long flicks of her tongue over my length and girth made me groan impatiently. When she moved down to my balls, I buried my fingers in her long, dark mane and held on for dear life. She was getting better and better with every second that passed, so very eager to please me she would’ve done anything just to get her prize out of my cock.

  “Amicia,” I spoke up, and her eyes flitted over to mine, glazed over with wanting and need. “When I come, you won’t. And you will swallow everything. I don’t want you to waste a fucking drop. Is that understood?”

  She nod
ded; her pupils dilated as she went to work my cock again. This time, I didn’t hold back. I tugged on her hair hard and I held her down on me until she was sputtering and choking. With a groan, I deposited a week’s worth of my cum into her throat, and pulled back, ropes of my juice dripping from her mouth onto her dress.

  “Remember your promise,” I told her, and she did, licking up the cum from her fingertips before scooping up more from the front of her dress. She licked up every last bit, making me grin wide. “Such a good girl you are, Amicia. You’ve made me very happy.”

  I put my cock back in my pants, my hand lingering over my pet’s locks, petting her with pleasure. “We’ll leave soon. You can get ready now. I want to show you off on my arm, Kitty, so make sure you look your absolute best.”

  She picked herself up, her skin aglow with the need to please. “You won’t be disappointed, Sir.”

  Chapter 10

  Amicia

  If the looks I was getting at the Opera House were anything to go by, I looked better than I’d ever had.

  Once I’d returned to my bedroom, I’d found a floor-length, mermaid-train red satin dress waiting for me, along with a pair of black heels with red soles. The look was completed by a black and red clutch, and jewelry that caught the light and sparkled beautifully. Grayson had attached the diamond necklace to my neck himself.

  As we made our way to the Opera House, I wrapped the fur wrap I was wearing more tightly around my shoulders. I felt special when I was next to Grayson, when he looked at me as if he had a real treasure on his hands. I was a long way off from the poor orphan I used to be. In his company, I was a queen.

  The thought of Margaret was heavy on my mind, reminding me with every step of the time I’d spent with the older woman.