Page 39 of Holiday Power Play

“You told me what you wanted, Lana. It’s midnight, which means it’s officially Christmas eve and since you’ve been a bad girl… I think you know exactly what kind of present you’re getting.”

She stares up at me, those beautiful full lips of hers pouting.

“Don’t do that,” I warn her, running a thumb down her lips. “The more you pout, the more it makes me want to drive my cock into your sexy mouth. Now turn around. Be a good girl for once and do as your told.”

I’m pleased when she reluctantly flips herself around and puts her hands on the back of the couch.

“Lean forward,” I instruct her. “Ass up.”

Her bright red silk shorts, stretch out over ass cheeks and–my god–I want to just feast on her.

But not yet.

I rip the silk pajama top into strips. One, thicker than the other two. I grab the thicker one and lean forward, using it to cover her eyes. I tie it around the back of her head and secure it in place.

Then I grab one of the smaller strips and tie her ankles together. I tug on it to make sure it won’t come loose, before rounding the couch and tying her wrists together again.

Hello, my beautiful angel.The sight of her ready and waiting for me, springs my already hard erection to life.

If I’ll only get to experience Lana in this cabin, while her brother sleeps. Then I’ll need to take advantage of the short of amount of time we have together.

And by the time we have to leave, I’ll make sure she thinks twice about going back to the way things were before we got here.

I reach for her lips and she breathes out.

“You look so good, waiting for me,” I tell her, bending down to kiss her full lips. She kisses me back, hungry and excited.

I straighten and go back around to where her tight little ass is propped up. I put both my hands on her waist and pull her shorts down slowly. Waiting for me underneath them is a matching thong to go with the lace bra. White against her copper skin. Such a fucking sight.

Since her ankles are already tied, I can’t slip the shorts off the entire way so I just leave the pooled at her knees. Next, I reach for the lace fabric giving it a nice tug so that she feels it against her clit.

She whimpers. And it makes me so happy to see this tough woman, weak for me. I shouldn’t like it so much. But I’ll bet if the tables were turned and she had me tied up because that’s what she likes, I’d be just as turned on.

She wants this. She gets this.

I get on my knees behind her and bring my mouth to the roundness of her cheeks. “You are so goddamn beautiful, angel.”

“What happend to little grinch?” she chuckles.

“Oh you’re still my little grinch, but right now, dressed in these,” I tug on the fabric some more and she squirms slightly. “You’re my snow angel.”

I kiss her on each of her cheeks. “And I can’t wait to see how pink these will turn for me, once I’m done with them.”

“Oh,” she breathes out.

“Are you ready, angel?”

She nods enthusiastically and I ready my hand for the first swat.

Chapter 9

Lana

There aren’t many things that I’m afraid of. I learned early on in life that you need to be tough. Expect the unexpected, and always,alwaysbe the one with the plan.

It was a necessary and exhausting existence. Which is why I think I harbor these secret fantasies.

For once, I want to be the one getting chased. I want to be the one being told what to do. Someone, for all that is holy, take the reigns because–gosh, it’s so exhausting.

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