Kidnapped for Christmas
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As if reading her mind, one of Kyle’s hands left her waist and slipped around her body to the place where they were joined. Parting her swollen pussy lips with two fingers, he rubbed hard over the slippery, throbbing bud of her clit, making Jillian jump and cry out with sudden pleasure.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a low growl of lust. “Want to feel you coming all around my cock while I fuck you, Jillian. Come for me now!”
Jillian couldn’t help herself. With a low moan of submission, she felt her orgasm overtake her, the brilliant heat of it nearly blinding her as she came. She could feel her inner muscles clamping down on his thick cock as if trying to draw him even more deeply into her body and her nipples were so tight and hard they hurt.
At the same time she felt Kyle thrust hard and deep, straining to get as far inside her as he could. Then he was pulsing into her, filling her wet, open pussy with his cum, claiming her as a master should. Jillian offered herself to him, body and soul, never wanting the moment to end.
It did end, though, and after a long, breathless time she felt Kyle pull out of her gently.
“Kyle?” She turned to face him, uncertain of what she would see on his face. Would he still be mad at her? Would he want to continue what they were doing or was this a one-time thing? Suddenly she felt horribly vulnerable and wondered if she’d made a terrible mistake letting Sabrina talk her into coming here.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Kyle cupped her cheek in his palm and looked into her eyes. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
Jillian shivered in relief. “So you thought about me the past three weeks?” she dared to ask.
“Thought about you? I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, sweetheart,” he growled. “What about you? Have you been thinking about me? About the time we shared?”
“Constantly,” Jillian admitted. “I thought about the way your hands felt on me, what you did to me…and I thought about something else too.” She dared to meet his dark brown eyes. “I thought about the way we connected so well,” she said in a low voice. She couldn’t believe she was saying this, but as long as she was telling the truth, she might as well do a thorough job of it. “I thought about how easy it was to talk to you and how good I felt when I was with you. I‑I missed that, Kyle. Missed it a lot.”
The stern look on his chiseled features softened slightly. “I missed it too, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time and when it seemed like you were running out on me after what we shared together, well…I’ve been working on this damn table like crazy, trying to forget you. But I couldn’t.”
“I’m glad.” Jillian wound her arms around his neck and smiled at him. “Because I want more of what we just did. A lot more.”
He looked amused. “More of what—the spanking or the sex?”
“Both.” Jillian kissed him softly on the lips. “More punishment, more pleasure, more you.”
“I want more of you too, sweetheart.” He smiled and kissed her back, exploring her mouth thoroughly before speaking again. “I want you in my bed and in my life.”
Jillian felt as if her heart would burst with happiness. “You can have me. And you don’t have to kidnap me to get me this time, either.”
“Then it’s settled.” He smiled at her. “Neither one of us is really dressed to go out tonight…” He eyed her current state of undress with hungry and approving eyes. “But how about we go on a real date tomorrow night—one that doesn’t happen in a dungeon?”
“Oh, I’d love to but…” Jillian bit her lip.
“But?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “If you’re supposed to be babysitting the damn cat again we’ll take him with us. He can sit at the table and eat caviar for all I care as long as you’re there too.”
Jillian laughed. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that I’m having a family get-together tomorrow night. It’s a Christmas Eve thing—you know. I just don’t see how I can miss it. Even to be tied up and spanked.”
He grinned. “I told you, it’s supposed to be outside the dungeon. But the date can wait if you want. How about I come with you to the family thing instead?”
Jillian was surprised. “Seriously? You want to meet my family?”
“If you don’t mind taking me.” He kissed her lightly and smiled.
“Of course I don’t,” Jillian said. “I guess I’m just wondering how in the world I’m going to explain to my parents how we met.”
Kyle laughed. “Just tell them I swept you off your feet—literally.”
Jillian smiled. “Off my feet, into a van and down the dark steps of a dungeon where you had your way with me until I begged for more.”
“And you’ll keep begging too if I have anything to say about it.” Kyle pressed close to her and she realized she could feel his hardness growing again against her inner thigh.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “Oh, yes.”
The End
About the Author
Evangeline Anderson is a registered MRI tech who would rather be writing. And yes, she is nerdy enough to have a bumper sticker that says “I’d rather be writing.” Honk if you see her! She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try to get paid for it. To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
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