Page 6 of Christmas Desires

“Ten,” I squealed, squirming against Simon’s restraining arm. My arse was on fire, but the rest of my body blazed with need.

“Such a good girl.” Simon smoothed his palm over my smarting skin.

“She’s ready,” Gene growled, and I whimpered.

Could I take it?The edges of my vision were hazy.

“Give her a reward to suck on,” Gene said, passing something to Simon above me.

Cool glass smoothed across my lips, and I opened my eyes to zero the stripy object. Oh my god, was that a glass candy cane dildo?

“Open,” Simon growled.

His erection dug into my side. I opened my mouth, and the cold glass slid into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I did obediently, and it smothered the squeal from the pain that whipped across the back of my legs.I hate the other cane!

“Suck it and take your punishment for being naughty, then we’ll show you what nice girls get,” Simon cooed as Gene smacked the thin cane down on my tender buttocks.

The pain morphed into a pleasure so dangerous it overcame me, dimming my senses. I rocked on the edge of an orgasm, and suddenly he stopped. Simon pulled the candy cane out of my mouth and replaced it with his thumb.

“Suck my thumb while Santa gives you a reward for being a good girl.”

I sucked, and Gene ripped my pyjama bottoms off my ankles roughly, kicking my legs apart, exposing my wet pussy.

“Such a bad girl enjoying that so much,” Gene said, pressing the cool glass to my drenched entrance.

Sucking harder on Simon’s thumb, Gene pressed the glass dildo inside me, and the sensation of being full of cold hardness made my eyes roll back.

“Look at you, dirty girl, being fucked by Santa’s candy cane,” Gene said as he built up a rhythm.

My orgasm hurtled towards me, and I moaned around Simon’s thumb. Their combined ministrations saturated my body and mind with sensations. Someone’s fingers found my clit.

“Come for us,” Simon growled.

I detonated as a bomb of pleasure burst inside me, spreading out of my centre as Gene ruthlessly fucked me with the candy cane, prolonging the orgasm.

He pulled the dildo free at the same time Simon removed his thumb from my mouth, and I slumped forward over his knees, boneless and floaty.

The sensations came to me down a tunnel as they unclipped my wrists from the chain and moved me like a rag doll until I reclined back against Simon’s front, sitting between his thighs in the chair.

Gene covered me with a soft blanket and offered me a drink. My mouth was dry, but I hardly had the energy to take a sip. The Christmas tree lights sparkled in the corner of my vision, and I lost myself in their beauty.

Simon’s hands smoothed over my hair and down my arms. After a few minutes, it coaxed me back to life. Unfortunately, the burning sting of my buttocks flared up too.

“There she is,” he whispered in my ear, and I blinked my eyes open, not realising they’d fallen shut. “We aren’t done with you yet. Give me a colour.”

“Green,” I said, my voice strangely hoarse.

“Santa’s waiting for you over there. You need to get on his lap to receive your present.”

CHAPTER 4

Elle

I blinked over to Gene, and my breathing hitched. His Santa suit was open as he reclined in the middle of the sofa, his arms spread and carelessly draped over the backrest, exposing his muscular tattooed chest. An impressive erection tented his baggy, red trousers.

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