Page 7 of Yule Tied Up

She grabs my wrist, halting my actions.

“Dom, wait, stop.”

“What?” I demand.

She doesn’t tear her eyes from the trees. “Don’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“As if someone is watching us. From the woods.”

I laugh softly and bite her earlobe. “Baby, no one is creeping around in these pitch-black woods waiting for the off chance of some horny couple taking a wagon ride.”

“No, I mean, but …”

I pull my fingers out and spank her pussy as hard as I can with her pants still in place.

She bites her lip, and her gaze flies up to meet mine. I pinch her clit and then rub it, then pinch again, and as I slip two thick fingers inside her, she shatters.

With perfect timing too, because we’re just hitting the first few stalls again, and there are people up ahead. Her back bows, and she lets out a cry. Her pussy clenches around my fingers,two, three more times, her orgasm shuddering through her. She falls back against the seat behind her with a sigh.

Her fingers uncurl from Tino’s arms, and she flicks a shy glance at Kirill, who has stopped rubbing his massive erection. Just in time, too, as we trundle into the main thoroughfare and through a big group of revelers.

“Good girl.” I gently pet her pussy before I pull her panties back into place. Then I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck them in. I groan at the taste of her.

I’m sure I’m not the only one with a raging hard-on. When we get back to the cabin tonight, we’re going to fuck her senseless.

CHAPTER 4

Tino

The wayI nearly gave up all propriety and sank to my knees to taste her just now. Being away, just the four of us, reminds me of how it used to be.

I love the way we are now, and I adore Lucy with everything I have, but being away like this is like the early days, where it was all tension, and hot and heavy between us. The constant ache I had then, and the need for Mackenzie, is flooding back now. I think the others feel the same way.

Will she like it? Being that Mackenzie again? I hope so, because I brought my camera, and I’d love to get some depraved footage on film. She’s made for it. I still watch the very first video I took of her, when she didn’t even know I was filming her, and fuck my fist to it.

I turn to her now and kiss her cheek, grateful she came into our lives, even if it was fucked up at the time.

The wagon draws to a halt, and Kirill pays the driver.

He shoots us a strange glance, and I wonder if he figured out what was going on.

“Want to sit on Santa’s knee and see if he has a gift for you?” Dom asks Kenzie.

She calls our bluff. “Okay.”

And she does. Our duchess walks right up to that line, takes her place in it among all the kids, and when it’s her turn, laughing, she goes right up to Santa and sits on his knee.

“Ho-ho-ho.” Fake Santa does a belly jiggle. “And what can I get you for Christmas, young lady?”

She lightly touches his beard, but glances over at us. “Well, Santa, I think I already have everything I want this year.”

The crowd is laughing, and I take out my camera, wanting to capture this. She’s laughing too, her cheeks pink from the cold and her hair mussed by the wind and light snow. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“Dirty whore.”

What the fuck? I whip around. Who said that? I look at the faces of the men around us, but they’re all smiling and holding hands of the women with them. I could swear I just heard those words, though. Low, deep, almost a growl. As if they were carried on the wind.

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