Page 22 of A Season for Christmas

But unlike Kent, when this is over, she’s mine.

Catherine

Putting Samuel on his back again after she’d just flogged the backs of his shoulders and his buttocks was not exactly cruel, but it was not kind, either. She could tell he had not realized how sensitive those areas would be when he plopped onto the bed. His arse hit first, and she could see the shock on his face, his mouth opening and eyes widening, but it was too late.

His upper body was already falling back.

“Bloody hell!” he cursed, gasping as his stomach muscles flexed, automatically trying to sit back up again.

Laughing, Catherine straddled his lap, using her hands to push him back down again.

He glared up at her.

“A little sensitive?” she asked, her tone light but not mocking.

His glare deepened, anyway.

“You know I am.” His hands grasped her hips, holding her above his cock. His feet were still on the ground, the tops of hers hanging off the edge of the bed and pointing toward the floor. Minute shifts in his body as she watchedhim indicated he was trying to get comfortable—and struggling with it.

The pressure of his body weight on his sensitive skin as it rubbed against the bedding beneath him would be uncomfortable… but she also intended for it to add to the sensations he’d be experiencing.

“I will make you forget it soon enough,” she promised, smiling as she lifted her knee. One eyebrow raised, he watched her as she turned on his body, so she was facing away from him, hand around his cock, and pointing it up to her pussy. This time, she was going to ride him while facing away from him, giving her access to his sack.

Though she did not reach for it yet. His hands moved over her hips, fingers curving around them as she positioned his cock at her entrance.

He groaned as she sank down onto him, matching her sigh of pleasure. The thick shaft stretched her open deliciously, her muscles clenching as she lowered herself, her body shuddering with delight as he filled her. Bracing her hands on his thighs, she moved herself up and down, rolling her hips as she rode him, letting them both bask in the enjoyment of his initial insertion.

Up and down, up and down, then she reached between his legs and gripped his sack. Samuel jerked beneath her, his hips thrusting upward as he let out a gasp.

“Bloody hell!”

She did enjoy making him sound like that.

Tugging on the tender flesh in her hand, she rose up again, then gave him some relief as she sank down.

She could feel him shifting beneath her but did not realize his intention until his front was hot against her back, his breath on her neck, his hands sliding up to cup herbreasts. Catherine moaned, leaning forward into his hands as they closed around her breasts, squeezing the tight buds of her nipples between them. He kneaded the soft flesh, making her whimper as she rocked on his cock, the power exchange between them flowing back and forth.

She was on top, she was in charge, yet she was also very aware that with his hands free, he could easily turn them both over and take control. But he did not. Despite the ability, he chose not to… and that choice to submit to her was a power headier than any she’d ever experienced before.

“Oh, yes.” She leaned back against him, moaning again as his mouth clamped down around the base of her throat, his hands fondling her, massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, and adding to the tumult of sensation flowing through her. The new position had her tugging on his balls even more, pulling them upward. He groaned, shuddering beneath her, his hands gripping her tighter in retribution. “Yes, Samuel.”

He thrust upward, hard, bouncing both of them on the bed as she arched against him, crying out as she moved.

“Catherine… my lady…” He could not finish the sentence, but it did not matter. She understood what he was asking, what he was requesting, as the ecstasy spiraled up to engulf them both.

Her pussy clamped down around him.

“Yes, Samuel, now!”

She cried out as well, grinding herself down atop him, releasing his sack so she could rub her fingers against the swollen nub of her clitoris. Pure rapture shot through her, from the little bud to her tightly pinched nipples as they throbbed in his grip in time with the pulsing spurts from his cock.

It was pure, hedonistic pleasure—both of them shuddering and gasping together, their bodies wrapped around each other. She fell back against him, still rubbing, as he finished emptying himself into her.

11

Samuel

Their stolen time together was everything Samuel could have hoped for, but the next morning, the road had been cleared, and they got back on their way to Clarence. Once again, he’d chosen to spend the morning riding Herod rather than in the carriage to help wear the horse down. Herod had been mad with joy and extra mischievous after being cooped up in the stables during the snowfall. He enjoyed playing in the snow.

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