Page 84 of Their Christmas Miracle

IV

A Good Little Pet

Erin

Erin gasped when Zach tugged down her underwear. Her pussy had been trapped in the folded fabric: maybe some of it still was. She shuddered, unsure whether the wave of sensation tearing through her lower body was pleasure or pain.

“Kick it off,” Zach said.

She managed to stand, stepping out of her undies and kicking them into oblivion. She began to go down to her knees again when she felt the bed move under Zach’s weight.

“No, stand.”

Erin straightened her spine, trying to see Zach as he stepped closer. Slowly, the suggestion of a hulking shape emerged from the darkness. God, was he really this broad and tall? She had the urge to shrink away from him and folded into it a few seconds later.

“Spread your legs, slave.”

She wiggled her feet apart, her soles sliding easily over the slick fur beneath her.

“Are you wet yet?” That whip described a sinuous line up the inside of her thigh.

Erin shook her head.

“No? I’m shocked.” Zach touched the tip of the whip to her clit before snatching it away. The brief kiss of a touch made a thrill swoop through her, and Erin shivered at the end of her bonds.

“I think you drank too much,” he commented as he moved around her. “Did you drink too much, slave?”

Erin shook her head.

Zach came to a stop behind her. The whip trailed down the curve of her ass, underneath her cheek, and came to a rest an inch from her taint. She bucked her hips back, forcing the tip of the whip to touch her clit. It had barely made contact before Zach jerked it away.

“Impatient little minx, aren’t we?”

Erin groaned. Her clit was aching in time with her fluttering heart. Zach had never spent this much time on her before. She felt so exposed, trussed up like this. Legs apart. Cool air brushing over her sex in a continuous stream. Her skin pebbled at the thought.

“Should I rather just fuck you with this? Is my dick too big for you, sweetheart?”

So nasty. Erin shook her head.

Fingers closed over the front of her throat, gripping her chin, forcing her head back against a naked chest. Those fingertips found her lips, thrust past her gag, touched her tongue.

“I’ll just have to shove it in as deep as I can. And I don’t care if I tear you apart in the process, you know that, right?”

The tip of Zach’s cock touched the small of her back. Erin gasped and bucked backward, but Zach moved out of the way, breaking contact before she could intensify the touch.

“Maybe I’ll even ram this monster in your ass, see how you like it. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

Erin gave a furious shake of her head. Fuck no! She’d scream absinthe so loud, the walls would cave in.

“Hmm…” Zach ran the tip of the whip down her spine. “Not even just the tip?”

He brushed the whip’s tip against the outer fold of her sex. She ached in response and bucked again.

Zach landed a whip-lash over her ass. It stung like liquid fire. Erin cried out, the gag muffling the sound to a soft whine.

“You forget: you don’t have a say in what happens here tonight. If I want to fuck you in the ass—” he forced the whip between her ass cheeks, tickling her back door “—then I’ll do it. If I want you to take every inch of my dick inside your mouth, until it goes down your throat and you choke on it, then that’s what’s going to happen, understand?”

Erin moaned. If she hadn’t been wet before, she was close to dripping now.

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