Page 3 of Christmas Desires

“Look at me,” Simon said.

I glanced up, expecting disgust.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Open communication is an adjustment initially, but you never need to fear ridicule.”

Was I that transparent? I shook myself. Tonight was a fantasy come to life, so I squared my shoulders to show that I was ready.

“It’s fine. I’ll get used to it.”

“Good girl,” Simon murmured, and my system zinged to life.

Gene made me repeat the words as I held their gaze. It gave me a strange sense of power. In my bones, I knew they would stop if I asked them. Gene was calm, but Simon’s gaze, although controlled, held more heat.

Was I really going to shag both of them?Hells yes!Early Christmas present for me.

“Have you been a good girl this year, Candy?” Gene leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“Maybe,” I hedged, thinking about all my foul language and sometimes extended borrowing of clothes samples.

Gene smirked. Standing, he extended his palm. “Let’s show you around and get you comfortable.”

I stood and smoothed out my dress, not bothering to finish my wine. Gene’s warm hand spanned my lower back, and Simon flanked me on the other side. Something inside my chest fluttered. We drew a few eyes as we walked across the large room.

The corridor was cooler than the lounge with its roaring fires, and as we moved further into the big house, the paintings grew gradually more erotic.

“This is the Garden Room.” Gene indicated double doors to the right, with a plaque labelling it. “The various rooms are open to move between, but only when the light above the door is green.”

We explored further, and he showed me the doors to the Sun and Moon Rooms, explaining the types of activities that tended to go on in each. Apparently, you chose a particular room for the night based on your preferences or needs.

We ascended a spiral staircase, and my fingers tingled as I touched a hand to the polished wooden bannister. Arriving on the first floor, I tried to control my erratic heartbeat.

“These are all individual rooms. Guests book them for periods. We are in this one tonight.”

He opened a heavy-panelled door to a lushly decorated space. The four-poster bed drew my eye, and the stocking attached to the bottom of the bed made me shiver. The room was decorated for Christmas. Simon walked further inside, and I noticed a cross attached to the wall and a sex swing. Various objects sat on top of a dresser; some I recognised, a flogger, a cane and some cuffs, others I didn’t. A full-body quiver wracked me, and I pulled my eyes away.

“Colour?” Gene asked, and I realised his dark eyes had seen my reaction. “We’ll be checking in regularly.”

“Green.”

So fucking green. I wanted to yell. I was a loudmouth by nature but felt out of my element with Gene. Like my snarky personality had curled up for the night, resigned to leave me to it.

Simon strode over to a comfy armchair near the Christmas tree. Moonlight spilt in from the adjacent window, adding to the festive glow.

“On the bed are some clothes. Change into them and get into bed. I will change, but Simon will stay here and watch you. He will watch until it’s time to join in.”

Watch me change. Watch us.My breathing hitched, and a wicked smile spread across Simon’s face.

“What is your safe word?” Simon asked.

“Grinch. Red,” I said automatically.

“To slow or pause?”

“Amber.”

“Continue?”

“Green.”

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