“Ah….” She swallowed. What she really wanted to say was, Oh, my God, can you ever help me. Right here. Right now. But instead she managed a weak, “What—what are you doing in my room?”
“Yours?” The man quirked an eyebrow, and damned if it didn’t make him look even sexier.
She frowned. “My key is right there on the end table. Room 69.”
He gave her his devastatingly sexy smile. “Apparently the hotel gave us the same room.”
His blue gaze slowly traveled over her, from her face to the scarf she clutched to her breasts, to her thighs, down to her bare feet. “I’d hoped you were my Christmas present,” he murmured, his voice husky as his eyes returned to her face.
Yes, yes, yes! I’m yours! that wanton woman inside her head shouted.
But she was Alyson Charmaine, corporate lawyer, no social life to speak of, and a sex life that consisted of her vibrator and a good erotic romance book.
No. Not this time. This was the opportunity to live her fantasy. To have wild, incredible sex with a total stranger.
And God, what a fantasy this man was. He’d been all she could think about since the moment she first saw him.
Yet even as she considered the thought of throwing herself at this sexy man, she knew she couldn’t do it. Fantasy and reality were two very different things, and she was a wimp, plain and simple.
“Greg Ellington,” he said before she could make a run for the door—er, get dressed and run for the door. “And you are…?”
“Alyson…Charmaine.” She forced herself to look away from that incredible cock to the old- fashioned white and gold telephone beside the settee. “I—I’d better call the front desk and get another room.” Keeping her eyes averted, the scarf clutched to her chest, Alyson started to move past the man.
The room went dark.
Alyson gasped as the power went out. She stumbled over one of her discarded leather boots, then smacked into a hard wall of male flesh.
Very naked, very aroused male flesh.
He caught her to him, saving her from falling, his fingers gripping her arms. She found her hands trapped between them, her palms to his chest.
“Are you all right…Alyson?” His lips were close to her hair, his voice deep and sensual, his rigid cock pressed to her belly.
And God, the way he’d said her name made her want to melt into a sticky pile of goo—and have him lick up every bit of her.
Heat radiated from him and she could smell the almond shampoo he must have used to wash his hair, mixed with his spicy male scent. “I—I’m fine,” she finally said. But the trembling in her body, the way she felt near this man, told her she was anything but fine.
Flames in the hearth crackled and popped, firelight flickering over Greg’s strong features as Alyson looked up at him. His lips were so close to hers she could barely breathe. Could barely think.
What the hell. Cool, reserved, corporate lawyer Alyson Charmaine dropped the silk scarf, wrapped her arms around Greg’s neck and kissed him.
At first Alyson’s move had surprised Greg. But then all he could think about was her mouth. He couldn’t believe how soft and luscious her lips were against his, how good she felt in his arms—how right. Alyson tasted of spice and wine, and smelled of heaven—like sunshine and orange blossoms.
“Like honey,” he murmured, then nipped at her bottom lip. “So sweet.”
Alyson moaned, opening her mouth to him, and he delved inside. His tongue met hers, a slow erotic dance that fueled the burn under his skin, the desire for her that had been building since the first moment he’d seen her. And now that he had her in his arms, he knew he couldn’t let her go. Not tonight. Perhaps not for several nights. As long as they were snowed in, she was his.
Moving his lips from her mouth, he trailed soft kisses along her jaw to her earlobe. He gently bit it then murmured in her ear, “I want you, Alyson Charmaine.”
“I don’t even know you. And you don’t know me.” But even as she spoke, she slid her fingers into his damp hair, pressing him closer.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever.” And he did. Like his soul knew her, and he’d loved her in some other place and time. He grasped her hips as he pressed his cock tighter to her belly. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
Like I’ve known you forever. Greg’s words echoed in Alyson’s mind, and somehow she felt it, too. Whether it was the magic of the moment, the spirit of Christmas, or perhaps a bit of karma, this moment was meant to be.
She stepped away, and in the firelight saw disappointment in his expression. But when she reached up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, releasing her full breasts, passion flared even brighter in his gaze.
He brought his hand to her face and traced her jaw with his fingertip. “You are so lovely.”
Her lips trembled, so intense was her hunger for this man. When he bent his head and swirled his tongue around her nipple, she couldn’t help but cry out from the exquisite sensation. He grasped her waist as he licked and sucked first one nipple, and then the other. His mouth was hot and warm and wonderful.
When she thought she’d die if he didn’t touch her wet slit, he raised his head and brought her close to him. All that separated them was the thin barrier of her lace panties. She reached for the waistband of her panties. She wanted it off now, wanted to feel his skin against hers, needed to feel him deep within her.
Before she could get rid of it, he caught her hands to him. “Allow me.”
He proceeded to ease her panties down, slowly brushing his lips over her belly, her hip, her thigh, stopping only to nuzzle the soft hair at her mound. She heard his deep inhalation as he breathed in her arousal and it caused a fluttering sensation in her belly. He continued pushing her panties farther down her legs and she shivered with every kiss, every flick of his tongue against the inside of her thigh, her knee, and even her ankle.
After she stepped out of her panties, there was nothing left between their bodies. He eased up until he towered over her again. He stroked her shoulders, trailing his fingers in small circles.
In the near darkness, his gaze locked with hers and he murmured, “What is your wildest fantasy?”
You, she thought without hesitation. “Sexual fantasy?” she whispered aloud.
He eased his hands down to her ass, squeezing and massaging it. “Anything at all.”
Her gaze darted to the table and he moved toward it to look inside the boxes. He gave a low chuckle as he withdrew the wrist cuffs and the collar. “Did you bring these for a special occasion?”
Alyson’s face burned. “Those aren’t mine. I found them in that box when I opened it.”
Smiling, Greg moved closer to her. His breath feathered over her neck and shoulder as he leaned close to her ear. “What would you say if I told you I want to dominate you?”
She jerked back to look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”
The light in his eyes told her before his words did. “I enjoy a good round of bondage and domination play in the bedroom.”
“Wow.” She sucked in her breath. “But if I let you cuff me, I’ll be totally at your mercy.”
“Isn’t that part of the enjoyment of turning over control?” He slowly dragged the red leather collar over one of her nipples. She grasped his biceps and moaned. “Tell me, Alyson.” He moved the collar over her other nipple and she dug her fingernails deeper into his biceps. “What do you really want?”
She shivered as he continued to stroke her. “I—” Her gaze flicked to the table, and back to Greg. “I’d like give you my submission tonight.”
His answering smile was so incredibly sexy that her knees went weak and she melted into him. Her nipples pressed against his bare chest, his hard cock dug into her belly, and she breathed in his intoxicating scent.
A surprised laugh bubbled up within her as he swept her off her feet and into his embrace. Out of sheer reflex, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as he carried her and set her down so th
at she was standing beside the gift-laden table.
Shivering with awareness, and perhaps fear of the unknown, Alyson waited as he picked up the lighter and lit each of the candles on the candelabra. Candlelight flickered, casting more shadows across the room, but giving her a better view of his features.
The first thing he brought up to her was the red leather collar. “Will you wear this tonight for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Without hesitation she nodded.
Greg gave her his sexy smile that caused a fluttering sensation in her belly and caused her to grow even more damp between her thighs. He fastened the collar around her neck and she felt a strong sense of ownership—that she belonged to him.
If the storm held up, maybe longer?
Next he brought the leather wrist cuffs to her. “Turn around.” His voice became commanding, dominating. “You are to refer to me as Sir when you respond to me, or you will be punished. I give no second chances.”
She shivered, totally turned on by their role-playing. “Yes, Sir,” she replied and turned so that her back was to him. He drew her arms behind her, fastened the cuffs around her wrists and linked them so that she couldn’t move her arms.
Greg took her by the shoulders and brought her to face him. Jeez, he was handsome. He gestured to an armless chair, the seat a red velvet cushion. “Lie on your belly on that chair.”
Alyson worried her lower lip with her teeth as she walked to the chair. She lowered herself so that her belly was on the cushion. With her hands shackled behind her back, it wasn’t easy, but she managed to get her head and shoulders over one side, her hair hanging in her face, her ass sticking up in the air.
“Good girl.” His voice slid over her skin like satin.
She turned her head just enough that she saw him select the ankle shackles next. As he kneeled to fasten them to her ankles, hobbling her, the pounding in her chest grew more intense.
The next thing he did was pick up the scarf she had dropped somewhere along the way after her erotic dance.
He brought it toward her. Her mouth watered at how close his very erect cock was to her mouth.
“What are you going to do with that, Sir?” her voice wavered.
His voice dropped to a purr. “Keep you from crying out or screaming loud enough for the people in the other rooms to hear.”
In an instant he had her gagged.
Oh, my God.
He reached up for another scarf and before she knew what he was doing, he blindfolded her.
Heart beating so fast it almost hurt, she wriggled and made a sound of protest. He laughed and he slapped her on the ass. “You are my little sub tonight, Alyson Charmaine.”
But then his voice grew more serious. “Since you obviously can’t have a safe word right now, how about a signal with your fingers. Show me what you’d like your signal to be.
Alyson flipped him off and he laughed. Damn, but he had a sexy laugh.
“Okay. Got it.” He was still chuckling. “If you flip me the bird, we stop.”
She forced herself to relax. Was she nuts? Sure, she’d wanted sex with a stranger, but she felt so vulnerable and helpless.
And God help her, so turned on that her thighs were slick with moisture. She heard him rustling around in the box. Not being able to see what he would do heightened all her senses.
The thought made blood rush in her ears from both fear and the thrill of being taken like this.
“Have you had a plug up your ass before?” he asked as pressure on her anus and the coolness of the gel made her startle. She nodded. “Very good, baby.” He slowly began to push the thick plug into her ass. “You’re doing great.”
Since she’d experienced them, she knew to relax when the plug was inserted, but she could tell this was a slightly bigger one than what she was used to. The feel of the slick, cool gel mixed with the initial pain as the plug slid in. Her eyes watered behind her blindfold, but as her anus became adjusted to the plug, she felt a sense of fullness, pleasure even.
He moved away from her and she heard more rustling. “Good, there’s ice with the champagne.”
Ice?
“It shouldn’t take too long to cool,” he said. “I’ll just leave that in for a bit.” What the hell was he talking about? Next came the rustling of ice cubes, then the click of a switch and the hum of a vibrator.
Yeah, she knew her way around one of those.
Greg knelt behind her and pushed her legs apart, as far as they would go with the hobbles, and her pussy spasmed as he brushed her folds with the vibrator. He slid it inside her slick core and she cried out behind her gag as the vibrator went deep and added to the dual sensation of the plug up her ass.
He pushed his body between her thighs. While holding the vibrator inside her with one hand, he reached around and pinched one of her nipples. Alyson moaned and he pinched harder. It hurt then it felt so good. He pinched her other nipple just as hard and her body bucked.
She was so freaking close to orgasm she was about to lose it.
“Don’t come until I give you permission, baby.” He slid the vibrator in and out of her core, taunting her.
The words barely registered. Alyson thrashed as the butt plug enhanced the movement of the vibrator in and out of her, and Greg continued to pinch her nipples. The chains connecting her ankles rattled and her blindfold and gag somehow made everything more intense.
Greg bit her ass cheek.
She lost it.
The orgasm hit her so hard she saw flashing lights behind her blindfold. Her body jerked and she fought against her bindings. Her pussy contracted around the vibrator and her anus clenched down on the plug.
Her whole body continued to throb and throb and she felt lightheaded from lying over the edge of the chair.
Greg rubbed his fingers over the spot he’d bitten. “You were a very bad girl, baby. You climaxed without permission.”
Greg smiled as he brought Alyson to a wild orgasm but grimaced as his cock ached even more. The fact that she’d climaxed without his permission meant he got to erotically punish her—and he was looking forward to it.
“Let’s get you to your feet.” He withdrew the vibrator and set it on the floor. He took her by the shoulders, turned her over so that he could sweep her into his embrace, and helped her stand.
As he’d expected, the moment her feet touched the ground her knees buckled and he had to hold her up. She’d have to be lightheaded, not to mention a little boneless from what must have been a spectacular orgasm, if the way she had gone wild was any indication.
He held her by the shoulders for a few moments as she got her bearings. Gently kissing from her jawline to her ear, he murmured, “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
A shiver wracked Alyson’s body and he grinned. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. The fact that she was blindfolded, gagged, and had a butt plug in her ass totally turned him on, and he knew it had to be adding to her own enjoyment. With her eyes covered, he didn’t have to hide his pleasure of the situation as a Dom often did when his sub could see him.
Her skin was flushed and by having her arms shackled behind her back, it caused her breasts to thrust up. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to her nipples.
“Spread your legs as far as you can,” he ordered as he pressed on the inside of one of her thighs, close to her heat. With the short chain between her ankles, she could only move them a short distance apart. She moaned when he touched her and he caught the rich smell of her musk.
Greg removed his hand and reached into the box to grab the dangly nipple rings. After he retrieved them, he moved his mouth to one of her breasts and suckled her nipple. A groan rose up behind her gag and she gasped when he bit down on her hard nub. He took one of the dangles, slipped the loop over her nipple and tightened it with the slider, and she moaned. Just tight enough for her to feel a little pain with her pleasure.
He licked and sucked her other nipple, making it just as hard as the other one when he bit down
on it. The gag muffled all her groans, cries and moans, but he felt every one of them and that made him even hotter. In a few seconds he had the other nipple ring on and flipped the dangles of each one so that she could feel the tickle of them against her breasts.
When he finished, he said, “On your knees.”
Alyson hesitated, but he took her by the shoulders and helped her lower herself to the soft cream-colored carpeting. He reached behind her head and brought her face close to his cock, letting the sensitive head brush her cheek as he took off her gag. Her mouth was a sexy shade of red, and when she moistened her lips it shot a rod of white-hot desire straight through his erection.
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “You allowed yourself pleasure when you weren’t supposed to have any, isn’t that right?” he said, smiling because she couldn’t see him and because of the fun he was going to have punishing her.
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was raspy, no doubt from being gagged for a while.
“Now you’ll suck my cock and take me as deep as you can go.” He picked up the riding crop. “While I use the crop on you.”
Her throat visibly worked as she swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Greg placed his erection to her lips and she opened for him, taking him inside her warm, moist mouth. A groan rose up in him as he grabbed the back of her head with one hand and slowly thrust in and out. “Do you like me fucking your mouth?” It was hard keeping his voice steady, but he managed.
She nodded and sucked harder. He wished right now her hands were free so she could stroke him, and that she wasn’t blindfolded so he could see her beautiful green eyes.
He raised the crop and hit her ass with it. She made a muffled cry around his cock.
“You looked so beautiful when you went wild with your orgasm.” He struck her again and she made another muffled sound. “But your orgasms are mine to control.”
Again he hit her with the crop and then again. Not too hard, just enough to sting and not leave marks.
Goddamn she felt so good. The power of an orgasm was rushing toward him when he jerked his cock out of her mouth and his breathing was ragged. He wanted to wait until he fucked her before he climaxed.
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