Page 21 of Wicked Christmas Eve

I bit down on my lip at his latest order, but I also complied. He had coaxed something from me I had longed to give. Obedience.

While I was considering how he would proceed, Cyrus pressed his lubricated fingers to my tiny hole, immediately stretching it to the point of a dull burn. I gasped for air.

“Don’t tense up,” he warned. “Push into it.”

I tried to follow his instructions and relax, but the sensations rushing through me overwhelmed everything else. The intensity between fantasy and reality went beyond the fear and straight into ecstasy. What had started out as a game now threatened to go deeper.

This was Cyrus, the man never far from my mind and he was controlling me. And I wanted it and him more than anything.

The touch of lips across one flaming cheek nearly sent me over the edge. While he was preparing my passage for his cock, I was literally burning from the inside out. The tension coiled in my abdomen went taut. Each easy slide of his fingers in and out of me brought an orgasm closer than I’d thought possible like this. My body tensed. Sweat broke out across my skin.

“Oh…I think…I’m going to…”

“No. Not yet.” In a blink, he’d removed his fingers and fitted the head of his cock at my opening. “Make it wait, Megan.”

Black spots wavered in front of my eyes as I tried to focus on something other than the need to come, but the sensation of the wide head of his dick pressing against me blew my mind.

“You haven’t forgotten about my candy, have you?”

My forehead crinkled as I tried to figure out what he was talking about.

I didn’t have to think for long. My eyes went wide with shock as a cool, solid length slid into my pussy. I’d forgotten all about that.

Before I’d fully adjusted to what was happening, Cyrus also pushed into my ass. In a combination of tenderness and ruthless invasion he took me in one slow, but powerful stroke. His ferocious breach stretched me to the point of pain, leaving me gasping for air. Oh God, it was too much. And not enough.

Oh God.

My safe word hovered at the edge of consciousness as I considered using it. I trusted that if I spit out the word Santa, Cyrus would stop. Was that what I wanted? He wasn’t moving and the bite was changing, heating up for sure, but also morphing into something—dare I say it—pleasurable.

Then the toy in my pussy moved.

The hook of the candy cane rubbed across my elusive G-spot as the stalk of the dildo pressed against my clit. A scream tore from my throat, and pleasure consumed me as I exploded.

“Fuck,” Cyrus snarled behind me. He began to thrust hard and deep into me as the crescendo of sensations pulled me under. Each stroke grew harder until the sturdy bench rattled underneath me.

This kind of possession unarmed me. My body protested at first, the pain reaching a level I’d never experienced before. But for every bite of agony when he pressed in, I received a rush of incredible pleasure when he withdrew.

A cycle that threatened to send me careening off a cliff to get it. Another orgasm was building and it was going to kill me for sure.

Cyrus growled behind me, “You are only supposed to come when I tell you it’s okay.” As if to punctuate his words, the toy slipped from my still clenching pussy and dropped to the floor with a thud. And still he moved faster, taking me with a commanding force I instantly fell in love with.

I knew with utter clarity that I would do anything to feel this again.

He braced one hand on my hip for more leverage while the other circled around and rubbed my clit. Despite the brutal intensity, or maybe because of it, my second orgasm came rushing forward and I could do nothing to stop it.

He shoved in deep and halted behind me. “Do you understand me?”

I shook my head and tried to clear the fog. “Yes, Cyrus. Please. You’re going to make me come again and I don’t think I can stop it. It’s never—uhh—been like this.”

He must have liked that sentiment as he thrust with more intensity than before. I whimpered and gritted my teeth against the onslaught. “Please, Sir. Please. I need to come.” I couldn’t hold back on my own much longer.

Cyrus must have sensed everything I felt. He swore behind me. “Come again then, pet. And scream it loud. Now.”

The angry, barked order sent me violently over the edge, screaming. Hard shudders shook my body as he too came, jerking inside me. His fingers at my hip dug in with brutal force as both our climaxes seemed to go on forever.

I clawed at the leather bench as incoherent words fell from my mouth. I’d become a wild entity focused solely on the sensations splintering me apart.

By the time I stopped coming, my body had gone limp with exhaustion. I vaguely heard murmurs around me, but I understood none of them.

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