Page 18 of Wicked Christmas Eve

His hands were no less impressive and I was again reminded of what he looked like with that belt looped in them. Big fingers with blunt nails that I knew would soon touch me in ways I had never been touched. I swear, but I had never been this mesmerized by anyone before.

Not even the younger version of this man had filled me with this much fear and anticipation. Although what I was afraid of now I refused to put into clear thoughts. I had to keep my heart out of this at all costs. Now and forever.

I had the determination clear in my mind until I made the mistake of meeting his eyes. There I was hit by unfiltered hunger that made my heart stutter and my thighs clench.

That look did not make me think of a man with a one night fling on his mind. I didn’t know what the hell it meant. I only knew that I might be in trouble.

Cyrus picked up a red sack from the floor and reached inside. I watched him withdraw a handful of condoms and long strips of red silk.

“Open my pants and pull out my cock.” The gruff tone of Cyrus’ voice deepened, brushing against my mind with dark desire.

Clearly he’d read my mind. I pulled at the button of his pants with little finesse, hoping he wouldn’t notice my shaking hands. After a brief pause to calm my racing heartbeat, I wrapped my hand around the thick, heavy column and pulled him free.

My eyes widened.

Oh my God.

It was exactly as I’d suspected and so much more than I remembered. If I thought I was turned on before, it was nothing in comparison to the hard pulse I felt now between my thighs. There was nothing to be disappointed in with that package.

Immediately my gaze was drawn to the bulging crown. A small bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip. Without thought, I leaned forward and licked away the moisture.

“Whoa. Not so fast.” He jerked back. “Here, put this on me.” He handed me a condom in a bright green festive wrap. “Do you have any allergies?”

I shook my head while ripping into the small foil package. I was so damned eager for his cock I pushed the latex along the length of his rigid flesh in record time.

“Hands behind your back, beautiful. While I appreciate your enthusiasm, we’re going to take this a little slower.” He walked behind me and out of sight.

With my muscles quivering, I did as he asked and leaned back on my legs so I could cross my wrists at the small of my back. The cool touch of the silk ties he carried caused me to jump. I held my breath while Cyrus wrapped the restraints around my wrists several times before he tied them off.

I tugged at them. I could probably get loose if I really wanted to, but it would take some effort. Not to mention I didn’t want to. Tied up only excited me more.

Cyrus fisted my hair and walked around me, his grip turning my head in a way that forced me to meet his gaze. Every move felt like it was designed to remind me that he had the control, but I wasn’t exactly without power.

That edge of pain from his grip also did nothing to dissuade the pressure building inside me. Quite the opposite in fact. I wanted more and I wanted it now.

I leaned forward and captured the tip of Cyrus’ erection between my lips and sucked hard, the taste of peppermint exploding across my tongue.

“You should have waited my instructions, pet. Now I’ll have to punish you. Which I suspect is what you would have wanted anyway. I know it’s all I thought about after that bratty display in my office this afternoon.”

He wasn’t wrong. I’d lingered in that office despite my discovery that should have had me turning around and exiting immediately. Only the hard expression I’d gotten a momentary glimpse of made me wish ever since it had been me he was about to dominate with that belt.

It also had me second guessing every decision I’d ever made since the one that resulted in my leaving town.

He leaned down and I felt the brush of his warm breath against my face. “But first, since you seem more than eager to play, I’m dying to see what you look like with your lips wrapped fully around my dick.”

My heart thumped hard at his sensual threat as he pulled my hair with an iron grip and forced his cock deep into my mouth, inch by glorious inch. My gag reflex kicked in, making me choke a little and Cyrus withdrew to the tip. I breathed through my nose to recover, and he pushed his way inside once again.

I licked and sucked to the best of my ability, while he controlled every movement that either fed me his dick or pulled me off of it.

After long moments of this tug of war we had going I looked up through my lashes and froze at the tight lust evident on Cyrus’s face. Sweat beaded across his brow, and strain lines showed around his eyes and mouth. Deep satisfaction swelled inside me. He had my hands tied behind my back, his hand holding my head still for his driving cock, and it was me who affected him.

Me.

Not that I was unaffected. Quite the opposite. My insides trembled, and my entire body ached for him to touch me again. A slow desperation was quickly giving way to a torturous need.

I needed him inside me and soon.

I whimpered at the thought, the sound startling me. We both froze. His cock swelled, giving me the distinct impression he was about to come. Instead his hand fisted tighter, pulling my hair until my eyes watered. I sensed he teetered on the edge of control, and I had the crazy desire to push him over. My tongue darted forward and licked the underside from root to tip.

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