Bad Boy Christmas: Box Set

by Cheyenne McCray

  Alyson was still a little woozy from her over-the-top orgasm, when he brought her to her feet and snapped something to the collar around her throat.

  A leash.

  Uh-oh.

  “Follow me,” he said in that authoritative tone he used when he was being all Dom.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He tugged on the leash and she did her best to follow him, blindfolded and shackled, with a plug up her ass. Now she sort of knew what prisoners felt like when they were hobbled and handcuffed. And here she was.

  A prisoner of desire.

  She didn’t know where he was leading her, but she followed, the sound of the chains clinking and their soft footsteps in the luxurious carpet. Her sharpened senses took in the scents of Christmas all around her—cinnamon, cloves, oranges, and pine. The music still played softly in the background, Connick’s sensual voice adding to the eroticism of the moment.

  They stopped and Greg unhooked the leash from her collar. “On your knees.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She found it easier to call him that, and it made her even hornier.

  He helped her to her knees, then unfastened the cuffs at her back and the ankle hobble, too. She rotated her shoulders, feeling sore from her hands being cuffed for so long.

  The only thing left on her now was the blindfold, the butt plug and the dangly things on her nipples. They hurt, yet felt good all at the same time. She liked how the dangly parts caressed her breasts.

  In the next moment he took off the blindfold, too, and she blinked and squinted. They were in a bedroom and it was still dark, but another fireplace crackled, hissed and popped, and its glow lightened the room a little.

  For a moment she wondered how the fireplace could be working in a hotel room with the power out, then thought perhaps it was gas heated.

  But then, at this moment, she didn’t really care.

  “Lie on the edge of the bed, belly down.” He gestured toward a bed that looked heavenly soft with a thick white comforter and lots of fluffy pillows. “I want you half on, half off, so that your ass is in the air.”

  She was so busy looking at his gorgeous features and body that she almost forgot, but she got out a “Yes, Sir,” before she went to the bed. Her heart pounded and her breath caught as he approached her with the flogger in his hand.

  When she was lying on the bed, the dangly nipple thingies pressed against her breasts, causing them to ache even more. She trembled a little, but she presented her ass high like he’d ordered her to.

  “Do you know why you’re being punished?” he said in a hard, controlled voice as he slapped the flogger over his palm.

  “Yes, Sir.” Heart pounding, her hair slid on the comforter as she nodded. “I climaxed without your permission.”

  He trailed the flogger over her spine, up between her shoulder blades to her neck. She shivered with every touch of the soft leather. She tensed, anticipating the first snap of the flogger.

  “Relax,” he said. “Don’t scream or cry out.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, trying not to be so tense.

  The first snap of the flogger caught her off guard and she did cry out. Tears moistened her eyes as he rubbed the spot with his fingers, bringing pleasure to the burn.

  “You know I’ll have to extend your flogging, don’t you?” he said as he removed his fingers.

  She fought to keep the tears from her voice. “Yes, Sir.” The tears weren’t just from pain, but from the fact that she was so freaking horny, and all of this was turning her on so much that she didn’t know how much more she could take of it.

  Alyson bit down on her lip as Greg flogged her ass. Every time he struck her, he would rub the area making it turn into a slow burn and then pleasure. Combined with the butt plug still up her ass and the rings squeezing her nipples, the flogging was actually bringing her closer to orgasm.

  He even used it on her pussy and that made her want to scream out with pleasure. The soft ends of the flogger reached as high as her clit. Just a little more and she’d end up being flogged even more for climaxing.

  Although this punishment wasn’t too bad—she was totally getting off on it—but she needed Greg to fuck her, and that was driving her crazier than anything.

  “Stay here,” he said and the flogger thumped on the floor as he tossed it aside. She remained half on, half off the bed, the plug still in her ass, the dangles smashed into her breasts and her ass burning. And horny beyond belief.

  She heard the rattle of ice and turned her head to see one very gorgeous Greg Ellington bringing the ice bucket with the glass cock inside it, a tube of lubricant and a condom package. She had an idea what the glass cock and lube were for and she shivered.

  He was finally going to fuck her. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

  Although the thought of that glass cock did give her some pause.

  “On the bed, hands and knees,” he said, and she heard the husky desire in his voice.

  “Yes, Sir.” Just as much desire was in hers as she crawled up on the bed.

  When she was on the bed she saw that the dangly things were what she mistook for earrings when she first opened the box full of BDSM equipment.

  The ice cubes rattled in their tub as he joined her on the bed.

  “Are you ready to be fucked, Alyson?” He bent over her and she felt the warmth of his chest against her back, his cock just brushing her folds.

  “Yes, Sir.” She knew she sounded like she was begging, and she didn’t care. She wanted him.

  “Mmmm…” He trailed his lips down her back and she shivered with every movement of his mouth.

  As he kissed his way down her spine, he removed the butt plug and tossed it onto the floor. It surprised her how empty she felt without it inside her. After he reached the small of her back with his lips, he rose and she heard a soft tearing sound, then the ice cubes rattling.

  She looked over her shoulder to see him rubbing the glass cock with lubricant. A Christmas-red condom was already on his cock. The sight of the colorful condom didn’t make her want to laugh at all. It made her even wetter and more ready for him.

  Greg gave her a wicked grin and her belly flipped. He placed the head of his erection at the entrance to her core, and the tip of the glass cock at her anus.

  At the same time he thrust his erection inside her pussy, he gently pushed the glass cock into her ass.

  The shock of the ice-cold glass and the feel of his cock inside her almost made her climax at once. He felt so big and filling, and he reached her so deep. The cold glass cock sent another whole set of sensations through her, and the combination was unreal.

  Slowly he drove his erection in and out of her at the same time he moved the sex toy in her ass. She felt so full inside and out.

  “I can’t take anymore, baby.” He withdrew his erection and the glass cock and tossed the cock onto the plush carpet. He gripped her hips in both hands. “I’ve got to fuck you now and I’ve got to fuck you hard.”

  “Please.” It was a moment before she realized she didn’t say “Sir” but he didn’t seem to care about the role-playing any longer.

  He thrust his cock into her so hard she caught her breath and gasped for air.

  His grunts and her moans filled the air and her breasts swayed with every slam of his hips against hers. He felt so good. She’d never imagined sex could be like this and she wanted it all. Wanted everything.

  He reached around her and gently slipped the rings off of her nipples. Immediately, she felt a rush of pleasure and pain in her breasts that nearly made her climax.

  Alyson panted and tried to keep her wits about her. But she was slowly losing it. Her whole body tingled and shook.

  Her arms buckled and her cheek hit the comforter. Lights swirled in her head, like colorful Christmas lights and decorations.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Come for me again.”

  His voice sounded distant as blood rushed in her ears and she climaxed a second time.

  Greg shouted and
she felt the pulse of his cock in her pussy, causing the contractions in her core to become more intense.

  They both collapsed on their sides and he held her, her back spooned against his chest.

  She swore she heard jingling bells in the distance and the sound of Santa calling out his Christmas greeting.

  * * *

  Christmas Day

  “You are most definitely the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.” Greg’s deep voice was a silken caress upon her nape, and she shivered as she woke.

  Alyson turned in his arms and smiled as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “I never expected to get anything like you in my stocking.”

  He lightly kissed her on the lips. “Shower, then breakfast?”

  “Mmmmm…” She pushed a lock of his black hair from his face. “What do you have in mind?”

  A grin crept over his face. “I can think of a tasty morsel I’d like to order up.”

  Alyson couldn’t help letting out a giggle then stifled it. She, Alyson Charmaine, tight-assed corporate lawyer, in bed with a gorgeous stranger and giggling.

  Greg swung his legs over the side of the bed and she looked up at him and sighed as he stood. Damn, he was good looking. Daylight poured through the window, showing his strong features and sculpted body to perfection.

  She propped her hand up on her elbow as she looked up at him. “You must work out a lot.”

  “Part of the daily routine.” He gave her a wicked smile. “Last night I got one of the best workouts I’ve ever had.”

  Heat rose in Alyson’s cheeks. “Just wait until today’s routine.”

  “Can’t wait.” He held his hand out and she let him help her off the bed and to her feet. She giggled again as he practically dragged her to the shower.

  * * *

  Alyson’s senses were sky-high—she smelled oranges and cinnamon along with Greg’s musky scent. The music was low and seductive in the background, and the slightest brush of air against her skin was like fire.

  They had spent the day cuddling in front of the fire, sharing Christmas stories and talking about their lives, their families. They had made love once in the middle of the day, and it had been sweet and special.

  It was evening again. The power had come back on during the night, and the room was lit in a soft glow from one nightstand lamp and firelight. The storm had continued to rage all day and the news reports said it was likely to continue.

  They’d just eaten a wonderful dinner from room service of lobster, asparagus, potatoes au gratin, and sautéed mushrooms. Greg had said he had something special in mind for desert.

  And now she was lying on the heavenly comforter while he had the basket of goodies on the floor beside the bed.

  Waiting for him sent her senses into overdrive.

  “Close your eyes,” he murmured before he stood. “Promise me you won’t open them.”

  She smiled. “I promise.” Their BDSM role-playing the night before had ended once they’d gone to sleep. Today it had been just the two of them experiencing one another in different ways. All had been fulfilling and she’d loved every minute of it.

  They had tried to call their families to wish them a Merry Christmas, but the telephone lines were down, and neither of their cell phones were getting any reception.

  Alyson was so acutely aware of Greg as he rustled in the basket that she almost forgot to breathe. Then he climbed onto the bed, knelt between her thighs, and brushed his lips through the soft hair of her mound.

  Omigod, did she ever want him to lick her clit. She was so wet, so ready for him. But the maddening man picked up her foot and began kissing her from her toe to her heel, his lips soft and warm, his tongue gently flicking against her skin. He moved his sensual mouth to her ankle, then up to the sensitive skin at the back of her knee, and then the inside of her thighs.

  He murmured, “Baby, I’ve never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do right this moment.” The way he said it was so damn sexy that she thought she’d come just from the sound of his voice.

  When he reached her mound he stopped, leaving her dying for him to touch her there. He eased down the comforter and brought his mouth to her other foot, starting the whole process over again.

  Alyson kept her eyes closed and whimpered as he moved between her thighs, his agonizingly slow kisses butterfly strokes against her flesh. Again he stopped when he reached her mound, and she almost screamed out loud in frustration. “Greg…please.”

  “The way you say my name is like a caress,” he murmured. He shifted on the bed and when he moved between her thighs again, she heard a familiar sound. At the same moment she felt something cold and creamy on her right nipple, and then her left.

  Whipped cream. Oh, God, he was covering her in whipped cream!

  “I love the way you taste,” he said, just before he captured her nipple in his mouth.

  With a small cry, Alyson arched her back, forcing her nipple more firmly into Greg’s mouth. His hands stroked her from her hips to under her breasts as he suckled the cream from first one nipple, then the other.

  When he pulled away, she heard the thick sound of whipped cream again, and then felt its chill between her thighs…right on her pussy—followed by his hot tongue.

  His mouth and tongue were so fabulous that she couldn’t help but cry out and clench the comforter. He anchored her hips with his big hands, holding her tight while he went down on her.

  Greg licked away all the cream and then concentrated on Alyson’s clit while sliding two fingers into her core. A light sheen of perspiration broke out on her skin as his talented tongue devoured her and he thrust his fingers in and out.

  Incredible sensations built up in Alyson, swirling within her, tighter and tighter until she heard only a slight buzzing in her ears, felt only the man’s tongue on her pussy…and then her orgasm slammed into her.

  Alyson screamed, her body trembling with one aftershock after another. Greg kept licking her, not letting up until she came again. And then again.

  Three orgasms? In one sitting? She’d never thought she was multi-orgasmic until last night, but then she’d never been with the right man before.

  And was Greg ever the right man.

  A rumble of satisfaction rose in Greg’s chest as he moved his lips to Alyson’s mouth and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her breathing was hard, her skin flushed and her body still trembling.

  “You can open your eyes now.” He leaned back and trailed a scarf over her breasts and gazed into the passionate green eyes that were begging him to fuck her. And he intended to give her everything she wanted for Christmas. And more.

  “Greg?” She licked her lips. “Did you mean it earlier, when you said we could do anything at all?”

  He smiled as she echoed his own thoughts. “Anything.”

  When he drew away, her gaze darted to the hearth and back to him. “Lie on the carpet. In front of the fireplace.”

  For a second he stilled, wondering what the fiery vixen had in mind. “All right.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Your every Christmas wish is my command.”

  Alyson grinned, a mischievous light in her eyes that showed the spunk within. “Go on then.” She waved him toward the fireplace, then turned to dig into the basket on the floor. “Close your eyes,” she instructed while her back was to him.

  Greg settled onto the thick carpet, his hands behind his head and his cock so hard for Alyson that he didn’t know if he could wait much longer to be deep inside her again.

  “Are your eyes closed?” Her voice sounded hesitant and unsure, and damned if that didn’t make her even sexier.

  As he closed his eyes, he tried to relax. “Yeah.”

  He heard the light sound of her footfalls as she crossed the carpet, then felt her presence as she settled next to him. She draped a silk scarf across his eyes and brushed a kiss over his mouth. Her breath feathered upon his lips, scent washing over him like a warm afternoon in Spain.

  Wit
h his eyes closed, he was more in tune with the sound of her breathing, the crackle and pop of the fireplace, the beat of his own heart. Alyson trailed another scarf down his chest, the caress of silk over his body enough to make him groan in anticipation.

  She knelt between his legs, her knees pressed against the inside of his thighs, and he heard the sound of a jar opening. The next thing he knew, something cool and sticky was being poured over his cock, from the tip down to his balls…and he smelled chocolate. The woman had just drizzled fudge over him.

  And he hoped she intended to clean every bit of it up.

  Her chocolate covered fingers gripped his shaft, and then Alyson’s tongue flicked along his cock, like a cat licking up cream. His cock jerked at the indescribable feel of her sweet tongue and mouth as she sucked and licked the fudge from him.

  Greg groaned again as he slid his fingers into her hair and fisted his hands in the silken strands. As her mouth slid over his length, the soft purring sounds she made vibrated through his cock, driving him closer and closer to climax. She worked his shaft with her hand while taking him deep to the back of her throat.

  “Alyson.” His breathing was harsh, sweat beading on his skin. “I’m going to come.”

  She purred louder, taking him unbelievably deep. His balls drew up, his muscles corded, and his orgasm slammed into him with the force of the blizzard raging outside.

  After Alyson had swallowed every bit of his semen, she moved up and straddled his waist, her soft pussy pressed against his belly. She slid the scarf from his face, and when he opened his eyes he saw her looking at him from beneath her lashes. “You taste so good, Greg.”

  Damned if the woman didn’t make him hard again, just by her sexy voice and smile.

  With a growl, he grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back. Alyson shrieked in surprise and then giggled as he moved between her thighs. But when he pressed his cock against her slit, and her eyes met his, her laughter stopped.

  She slid her fingers into his short hair. “You’re already hard again.”

  “Mmm.” He rocked his hips against hers as he looked into her brilliant green eyes. A feeling surged through him, one that he’d never felt before. Like he’d finally met his soul mate on a snowy night in room 69. “Where have you been all this time, Alyson Charmaine?” he whispered.