Kidnapped for Christmas

by Evangeline Anderson

  Jillian shook her head. “No, Master,” she murmured demurely.

  He grinned. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He reached down beside the bed and she heard a musical rattling sound. When his hand reemerged, he was holding something that shimmered in the candlelight. He touched it to the hollow of her throat and Jillian nearly jumped out of her skin—ice!

  “Cold, isn’t it?” He traced the ice cube slowly around her left breast. “I told you I was going to cool you down. Now just relax and take your punishment like a good girl.”

  “Yes…yes, Master,” Jillian gasped and moaned when the cool cube came in contact with her nipple. The hot wax had rendered her tight peaks supersensitive and every nerve ending in her entire body seemed to tingle when he stroked the slippery ice over her naked flesh. God, first fire and then ice, she felt as if she were going to explode, unable to stop herself from writhing under his slow torture.

  “You’re a very good girl, holding still like this,” he said, watching her face as he traced the ice cube down her trembling belly and circled her navel with it. “It’s not easy to lie there and take it, to submit and allow another person to dominate you so completely.”

  “What…what do you know about it?” Jillian’s teeth were chattering as the icy cube made its way down to the bare mound of her pussy. “You’re the one doing the dominating, remember?”

  He smiled, revealing white, even teeth. “I’ve been on the other side of it a time or two, sweetheart. Not because my natural inclinations run that way—they don’t. But I believe you can’t really understand what your sub is going through if you don’t try it yourself once in a while.”

  “Wow.” Jillian stared at him, surprised. She couldn’t imagine such a powerful man allowing himself to be tied up and taken the way he was taking her. The idea was strangely and powerfully erotic and she wondered suddenly if she could do the things to him that he was doing to her if their positions were reversed.

  “What are you thinking?” He lifted the ice cube for a moment, his eyes fixed on her face.

  Jillian blushed. “I guess I was just trying to picture you in the position I am now—helpless and naked on the bed.”

  He grinned. “You like the idea, huh?”

  “It’s…intriguing,” Jillian admitted. “Will I get to see you naked before this is through?” she asked, wondering where she got the nerve to ask such a question. But she couldn’t help wondering if he looked as good without his pants as he looked with them. And if the cock she’d felt when he rubbed against her could possibly be as large as it looked under that tight black leather.

  “Do you want to see me naked?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  Jillian could feel her cheeks heating but decided to be truthful. “Very much, Master,” she murmured, letting her gaze rove over his muscular body.

  He smiled. “Maybe later, if you’re good.”

  “I can be very good, Master.” Jillian raised her eyes to his, letting the heat she felt fill them. “See?” Deliberately she spread her legs even wider, arching her back and giving him free access to her naked pussy.

  He made a sound like a growl of pure lust at the back of his throat. “You think I won’t finish your punishment if you come on to me? Well, you’re wrong.” He brought the ice cube down again, sliding it between her open pussy lips and using it to circle the sensitive nub of her clit.

  Jillian gasped and arched up off the bed. The chilly tingle of the ice against her heated bud was too much. She was ten times more sensitive there since he’d dripped the hot wax all over her and it was impossible to hold still.

  Suddenly he removed the half-melted cube. “Enough punishment,” he growled, his deep voice throbbing with lust. “I think I’ll give you that reward after all.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and scooped her hips up in his powerful hands. “Been wanting to do this from the first minute I saw you,” he muttered.

  “Oh!” Jillian’s back arched again as he buried his face between her thighs, lapping her cold pussy with his hot mouth. He circled her clit slowly and then sucked it into his mouth and tortured it sweetly with the tip of his tongue. Then, tilting her pelvis back to spread her even wider, he plunged deep into her open pussy, plundering her tight sheath, tongue-fucking her as hard and long as he could, as though he wished with all his heart it was his cock instead of his mouth between her legs.

  Jillian’s hands clenched into fists as she twisted on the bed beneath him. She had never been tasted this way before, never been devoured so savagely. The few times Barry had tried to give her oral sex had been disasters. Jillian had been too embarrassed to really open up and enjoy anything he was trying and he obviously wasn’t into it, making her feel even more inhibited. After one or two tries they had given up and decided to stick to missionary-style sex. At least she couldn’t feel too embarrassed lying under him in the dark, just waiting for him to be finished.

  But with the man she had come to think of as her master, there was no time for embarrassment and he had already stripped away most of her inhibitions. She was nothing but pure sensation, her legs spread wide, his muscular shoulders hunched between them as he lapped her open cunt greedily. It was as though he would never be able to get enough of her.

  He likes this, Jillian realized through the haze of pleasure he was generating inside her. He likes tasting me this way. Eating me. Going down on me. The realization, almost as much as the feel of his tongue inside her and the rough rub of his facial hair against her sensitive thighs, put her over the edge. Incredibly, she felt another orgasm shooting through her as he ravaged her with his mouth.

  “Oh…oh God! OhGodohGodohGod!” she babbled. Her hips jerked helplessly and then he was pushing two thick fingers inside her again, sucking her clit while he finger-fucked her, making sure that she wouldn’t come down for a good, long time.

  The world seemed to tilt above her head and Jillian moaned and cried like a woman possessed, unable to help herself, unable to stop. Unable to do anything but ride out the fierce pleasure he was giving her until she thought she might die from it.

  At last he pulled away and looked up at her, his mouth shiny with her juices in the candlelight. “God, sweetheart, you taste delicious.” His deep voice was hoarse with desire and once again, Jillian wished he could fuck her. The thick cock she’d felt earlier had to be aching in the tight confines of his pants and while having his fingers and tongue inside her was nice, what she really wanted was that long, thick length inside her, skewering her, fucking her within an inch of her life. Stupid rules about how far they could go. It’s my fantasy, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I be able to dictate what happens at least a little? she thought, forgetting for a moment that it wasn’t her fantasy at all but Sabrina’s. Then she remembered, but it still didn’t ease her desire to have him inside her.

  “Master,” she whispered, her own voice somewhat hoarse from shouting. “I know…know you can’t fuck me. But could you kiss me, please?”

  “With pleasure, sweetheart.” He sat up and positioned himself between her spread thighs. Jillian groaned in pleasure again as she felt the hard lump inside his leather pants settle between her open pussy lips.

  “I want you,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips and drawing him closer. He rubbed against her and she could see a mixture of desire and frustration on his handsome face. His cock was throbbing against her sensitive clit and she felt positively empty inside she wanted him so badly. “Please,” she whispered, knowing he would understand her. “Please, Master.”

  “I can’t.” His deep voice was a growl of pure desire. “You don’t know how much I want to, sweetheart, but I just can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” Jillian writhed under him, doing her best to break down his defenses. “I won’t tell.”

  He growled fiercely and took her face in his hands. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. It isn’t nice to tease your Dom.” Before she could respond, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her as hard and desperately a
s he had eaten her pussy only moments before. Jillian moaned into his open mouth, thrusting her tongue up to meet his, giving everything she had to the kiss. She could taste her own salty flavor on his lips and she lapped at them hungrily, like a cat getting the last traces of cream. God, but she wanted him inside her. Wanted him so badly she could barely think. The weight of his muscular body against her naked curves with only his leather pants between them was driving her crazy.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so out of control, so needy and desperate. It was certainly not a feeling Boring Barry had ever engendered in her. In fact, none of what she was feeling with this man was like anything she’d ever felt before. Like most girls, she’d read her fair share of romance novels and scoffed at the idea of the heroine burning with need or her body betraying her with lust. It was a revelation to find out that such things were actually possible.

  When he pulled back, breaking the kiss, she was almost crying with desire. There was a tortured look on her master’s face too, but he sat up resolutely and picked up the tray of candles.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he said a little roughly. “That’s all the sensation play we’re going to do and you came through beautifully.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Jillian looked up at him demurely through her lashes. His thick cock looked as if it were about to burst out of his leather pants. “But what about you?”

  “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” His voice became warm. “And you’re doing great. I’m proud of the way you handled the wax. You really opened up for me.”

  Absurdly, Jillian felt a warm tingle of pride at his tone. Then she wondered why it should be absurd. She was tied to a bed, undergoing a scenario that had been dreamed up by someone else, with no way to stop the action because she didn’t know Sabrina’s safe word. That took some guts—so why shouldn’t she be proud to receive her master’s approval?

  Watch it, Jillian, the little voice in her head warned her. You’re getting in deeper and deeper. That was true, she was. But the question was, did she care? No, Jillian decided, she wanted to go deeper. So then, the real question was, what was next? What else had her sister asked for?

  Her master was already taking the tray of candles with him into the other room and Jillian wondered what he would bring when he came back. “What’s next?” she asked, trying to keep her voice casual. “I mean, what do you call it? If what we just did was sensation play then…?”

  “Oh, you want the actual term for what I’m going to do to you next?” He fixed her with a thoughtful stare. “I shouldn’t tell you. I don’t usually talk this much during a scene, you know.”

  “Why not?” Jillian wanted to know. If he told her to shut up and just say “Yes, Master” or “No, Master” she supposed she would. But she liked it better this way, somehow. It was as though they were already getting to know each other, which was what she wanted.

  “It breaks the mood. You lose some of the tension, the anxiety that makes a scene work when you talk it out.”

  “So why are you letting me talk?” Jillian decided to push as far as she could. If he had limits to his seemingly limitless patience, she wanted to know about them now, before she got even deeper into this “scene” with him.

  He frowned, obviously considering her question. “I don’t know. Maybe because it doesn’t seem to be the case this time. Or maybe just because I like the sound of your voice.”

  Jillian felt her cheeks heating and she dropped her eyes. It was silly, but she felt like a girl in high school who had just been given a compliment by the captain of the football team. Why did he affect her this way? Besides the fact that he had her tied up and helpless, that was.

  “See?” He put down the tray of candles and sat back on the bed beside her. “I have you tied to the bed naked and I’ve been touching and testing for hours now and yet a simple compliment makes you blush.” He traced the curve of her cheek with one finger and Jillian shivered with pleasure under his touch. “You haven’t played the scene much before, have you?” he asked. “You’re new to the lifestyle.”

  “The lifestyle?” She looked up, uncertain of what he meant.

  “Bondage and Domination. Have you played with anyone the way I’m playing with you now?” he asked.

  Biting her lip, Jillian shook her head. “I haven’t even been with anyone for six months, not since I broke up with my fiancé. And before him, well…” she hesitated, unsure about revealing so much of her past. But her master seemed genuinely interested.

  “Yes?” he prompted, still looking down at her.

  “Before him I had a boyfriend in college,” Jillian admitted. “And that was pretty much it.”

  “Amazing. You’re practically a virgin.” He sounded pleased.

  “I am not,” Jillian flared back. “I just…don’t have a lot of experience with this kind of thing—with what we’re doing now. My fiancé, Barry, he was…well, he was about as far from this as it was possible to get.”

  “He was vanilla.” He said the word as if it was synonymous with boring and Jillian had to agree.

  “If that’s what you call it, then, yeah, I guess he was.” She shrugged as well as she was able, since she was still tied to the bed.

  “And that’s why you left him?” He arched an eyebrow at her.

  “How do know I left him?” Jillian couldn’t resist asking.

  He smiled. “A woman like you wouldn’t stay with someone she didn’t want to be with. You wouldn’t put up with someone who didn’t challenge you for very long.”

  Jillian wanted to say something about the fact that he couldn’t possibly know her after such a short time but she decided to let it pass. “I guess it was something like that,” she admitted. “My parents loved my fiancé, but one day I looked at him and realized that I couldn’t picture myself growing old with him. He was so bland it was like being engaged to a bowl of oatmeal. Ugh.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. “So you left him and decided to try a walk on the wild side, huh? That why you ordered a ‘nap?”

  Jillian felt distinctly uncomfortable. “I guess so,” she said lamely. “But, uh, you still never answered my question. What’s next?”

  He stood up and picked up the tray again. He was still smiling but his dark brown eyes had turned serious again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to go off on a tangent. What we’re going to do next is penetration. Specifically, double penetration.”

  “What?” Jillian asked but he was already gone.

  * * * * *

  He was getting in too deep. Kyle knew it and yet he felt helpless to stop it. She was topping from the bottom and he was allowing it—letting her talk during the scene, asking about her past, telling her about his past…this wasn’t the way things were supposed to go. And yet, he’d never had a more emotionally powerful experience with a sub before. He was connecting with her on a level he hadn’t thought possible and he didn’t even know her.

  Well, you’re getting to know her, he thought as he put the tray of candles down on the counter of the tiny prep room that adjoined the bedroom. And you know you shouldn’t be. It’s not like you can continue this once the scene ends and you take her home.

  He knew it was true but he couldn’t help himself—he wanted this woman as more than just a sub. Right from the start, his time with her had been more sexually charged than anything he did when he went to the BDSM clubs. Of course, part of that was because he was playing out her fantasy but another part of it was because he’d wanted her from the moment he saw her coming down the front steps of her apartment that morning. With her dark hair and eyes and her unexpectedly lush, full figure, she was his ideal. Her mixture of innocence and bravery, submission and intelligence intrigued him. And then there was the deep well of untapped sexuality he sensed inside her.

  She’d told him that she had only been with two men, neither of whom had satisfied her apparently. Well, of course not, Kyle thought, both of them had prob
ably been as vanilla as they come and whether she knew it or not, this girl had what his brother Adam called a “freak streak”. She needed to be tied down and dominated as much as Kyle needed to dominate her. But he got the distinct impression from her subdued clothing and quiet but intelligent demeanor that she would be willing to keep the kink in the bedroom and not insist on parading it all over town 24/7.

  Face it, Kyle, she’s the one you’ve been looking for. A permanent sub. A girl you could actually have it all with. He pushed the thought away. It was ridiculous and wrong and against all the rules. Besides, it was just his cock talking. He was still throbbing in his pants, could still taste the salty-sweet flavor of her wet pussy on his lips. And never had he been so tempted to give in and fuck a sub as he had been with her. With those kinds of urges going on inside, it was no wonder she was looking like Ms. Right to him.

  Don’t be stupid, he told himself sternly. Just go back and finish the scene. Don’t let things get out of hand. Strengthening his resolve, he blew out the candles and reached in the cabinet for the equipment he was going to use next—two vibrators, one large and one small, and a handful of condoms to cover them. Adam had explained that all the equipment was sterilized within an inch of its life after every scene but it still made the client feel better to keep things safe. Kyle agreed. Taking the vibrators and condoms, he went back to the bedroom to where his sub was tied to the bed.

  Even though he had only been gone a few minutes, seeing her again still hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. She was naked and vulnerable and heartbreakingly beautiful. The faint pink marks of the candle wax were beginning to fade but her smooth, creamy skin was still flushed from the orgasms he’d given her. God, what he wouldn’t give to feel his cock being squeezed in her tight little cunt the way she’d squeezed his tongue and fingers. But he couldn’t keep thinking like that, Kyle told himself sternly, not if he wanted to keep control of himself and the scene.