Page 87 of Their Christmas Miracle

Zach

Zach felt an orgasm approaching and tugged his dick free of Erin’s breasts. Too soon. Way too soon. The loss of her heat, of the softness of her twin mounds, made him shiver.

“Master?” came the muffled question.

He glanced down. It was difficult to make out minute details with the night vision goggles on, but her thighs were trembling.

Zach moved around her and sank down on his knees behind the girl. She shivered as he drew her hair away from her shoulders and began to kiss each vertebra of her spine.

He slapped her ass. “Up.”

Erin scampered to her feet.

“Legs open.”

She spread her legs like a good girl and waited. He could see her body move with every breath she took.

“Hold still. Very, very still.”

Erin whined as he kissed her ass cheek. The back of her thigh. She shuddered when he touched the tip of his tongue to her dripping sex. God, she was so wet. He’d never known her to drip like this. She tasted incredible: tangy and creamy. His tongue probed the folds of her sex, licking every inch of her.

She was moaning now, shivering as she struggled to hold still. He grabbed each of her ass cheeks in a hand and tugged them apart, exposing her ass and her taint and her sex to the night. Screw this, he wanted to see her in detail. He wanted to see an inch inside her and deeper.

He released her, loving the way she groaned in despair, and rolled off the bed.

Mason had been clear about why the goggles: the lack of light would make their beauties experience every other sensation ten-fold. But if he blindfolded her…

Zach snatched another length of silk from his preparation table. It looked like something a very perverted doctor would have on standby during surgery — the table was full of erotic implements, half of which he had only a brief explanation from Mason on how to use.

He returned to the bed and blindfolded Erin. She didn’t make much mention of this — gagged or not — and he frowned at her. Maybe this was small-fry compared to what he’d already done with her tonight. He’d have to pace himself if he was going to keep her excited the whole weekend long.

Blindfold completed, Zach lit a handful of candles on the bed’s side tables and snatched off his goggles.

There.

Erin’s skin glowed in the candlelight, her legs spread-eagled and her hands tied. Standing, they weren’t above her head anymore, but he could fix that.

Zach tugged on the ropes fixing Erin to the bed posts. Her hands shot up until her arms were straight above her head.

Better.

She moaned at him, twisting her head around. But she wouldn’t be able to see him.

Zach fell to his knees, this time in front of her, and licked the length of her sex with a quick swipe of his tongue. The girl let out a low wail and tried to close her legs, but Zach caught her ankles.

“Are you going to make me tie these up, too?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Zach sat back on his heels, eyes widening in surprise.

Well, fuck. Why not?

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