Page 19 of Wicked Christmas Eve

“That’s enough,” he said and jerked free from my mouth.

I did not want to stop, but I knew enough about this stuff to know that I needed to trust his choices. I stared at him through my lashes and licked my lips. I had a feeling I’d remember what he tasted like for a very long time to come. From now on, the taste of peppermint would forever remind me of Cyrus Jackson.

“You taste like a candy cane, and they’ve always been my favorite Christmas treat.”

“That’s good to know.” He bent over the small red sack and pulled another item from his secret stash.

Something long and clear with red stripes. My eyes widened when I realized he held one of those candy cane glass dildos I’d seen online. I shivered at the thought of him using it on me. There was always a difference between what I thought I might want and reality…

He tugged at my hair and motioned for me to stand. With as much grace as possible and with shaky legs, I got to my feet.

“Bend over here.” He pointed to the rounded bench covered in red padded leather with a small platform to rest my knees on.

A sliver of fear, slow and insidious, worked its way through me as I considered his request. For a fleeting second, I wondered how the night had spiraled out of control and ended up here. Then again, this was my long held fantasy, and I wanted to go for it.

I climbed onto the bench and tried to rearrange myself into a comfortable position.

“Good girl. Now hold this. And don’t drop it. I’d be very unhappy if my new toy got broken.” Cyrus placed something cool and smooth in my hands. “I’ve got a few more surprises in my bag.” Cyrus leaned across my back, distracting me from all my stupid thoughts about fear and what I should or shouldn’t be doing. The thick ridge of his cock also reminded me that all of my fantasies about this man were finally about to come true.

I squirmed underneath him in the hopes he’d do something soon. Anything. God, my body ached for—hell, I didn’t know—anything?

When the anticipation was about to kill me, he began to nibble his way from my neck to my ass, alternating between sharp bites and sensual kisses that drove me mad. He stood, leaving me uncovered and desperately needy. I bit back a whimper at the loss. Before I had a chance to question what came next, a hard, rough texture circled my right ass check and then my left.

What the hell?

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