I pull her to her feet by her messy bun, causing it to come undone. Her long chestnut brown hair cascades down her back as I spin her around and grab her chin between my forefinger and thumb, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Do you like being my victim?” I repeat, allowing a growl to slip into my tone.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, her green eyes wide and her cheeks flushed with rosy color.
“Good.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder as easily as if she were a rag doll. I spank her ass again as I carry her to the bedroom, then dump her unceremoniously on the queen-sized mattress of the luxurious four-poster, canopied bed. “Close your eyes, hands above your head, wrists together, and stay,” I command.
My voluptuous beauty nibbles her lower lip and nods, complying like a good girl.
With a deviant grin, I watch her for a moment, admiring her form, before turning on my heel to undress the pretty, festive Christmas tree in the open-plan living area of the cabin. As I make short work of unravelling the rainbow-colored fairy lights and tinsel, my gaze falls upon the fridge, and recalling the treats Jennika had set out for herself... I have adeliciousidea.
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CHAPTER THREE
Jennika
Ihear Dane returnto the bedroom and dutifully keep my eyes closed, partially out of fear, but mostly out of titillation and desire. This man who’s almost old enough to be my father may yet murder me and dump my body in the snowy forest... but until then, it seems he’s determined to ravage me. And despite my trepidation, I’m surprisingly all for it.What red-blooded woman wouldn’t want to be ravaged on Christmas by a sexy stranger?
“No peeking, princess,” he warns and as I feel him kneel on the bed. Seizing my wrists above my head, he begins to tie them together.
My heart races and a lump forms in my throat.Oh, my God!I’ve never really had the chance to play with bondage before and the presented opportunity only gets me wetter and sends a thrill of excitement through my veins.
When my wrists are secured, my dominant visitor moves to the bottom of the bed. “On your knees.”
Having already had my ass eaten out, I feel no shame as I roll over, my eyes still closed, and back up on my knees—bearing my weight on my forearms as I present my ass high in the air—waiting on tenterhooks for what happens next.
“Good girl, Jenn,” Dane praises as he takes one of my ankles and secures it to the bedpost with what can only be tinsel.
The glittery, scratchy plastic fibers tickle me, and I giggle to myself, my hair spilling off my back to fall around my shoulders.
“So, you like a tickle?” he says, his deep tenor sending thrills over my skin as he secures my remaining ankle. “How about I tickle that sweet, juicy, pussy of yours as I fuck the shit out of your tight ass?”
The mere thought has me as turned on as it has me terrified, but desire wins out over fear any day of the week and I sway my ass for him, getting comfy on my arms. “Yes, please,” I say.
Dane growls and spanks my ass again. My skin glows hot with the heat of his strike as he rises from the bed to strip. “I love it when you beg, princess.”
Then surprising the hell out of me, I feel something solid slap my face as his weight shifts on the bed in front of me. My eyes fly open, and a gasp falls from my lips as I’m confronted with a beautifully cut and erect cock.