Page 163 of A Very Naughty Christmas

She blushed, realizing no one had had ever had a view of that particular part of her anatomy before. She had to admit that all the times she’d read about such things in her books, she’d been terribly turned on, but could never get the courage to ask any of the men she’d been with to explore her there. That list of men wasn’t particularly long, since she’d only had two boyfriends in her life and those relationships had been short-lived. She’d been too independent, too headstrong, and they were weak. Not like Dr. Knight. He was a real alpha male and he believed in spankings.

Quivering, she waited, unable to see what he was doing. She could hear him fumbling around in a drawer next to her and she jumped when a cool wet liquid drizzled onto her bottom hole.

“What are you doing, sir?” she asked, her voice trembling with her nerves.

His thumb pressed down on her tight little star, spreading the liquid around the rim of muscle in preparation for something more. His digit pressed into her and she squealed at the strangely painful and foreign feeling. He stretched her, yet she submitted to him and the sensation quickly turned pleasurable. Before long, he pushed into her with ease and he introduced a second finger. At long last, he paused and withdrew his hand.

“Now you’re ready.”

“For what, sir?” she asked, trying to look back at him and feeling a bit confused.

“Eyes forward. You’re going to wear a butt plug for me.”

She whined when she felt a firm cool object press at her backdoor. With little mercy, he pressed it into her slowly but surely and she had no choice but to yield to him. She cried out at the widest point of the plug stretched her like never before.

“Open your bottom for me, naughty one, because someday soon I will fuck you here with my cock. I know that you’ll love it so much that you’ll beg me for it, time and time again.”

Her pussy clenched at his command and she felt liquid heat pool between her folds. She knew her thighs were wet with her honey and had no doubt that he could see exactly how turned on she was. She gave in and the plug finally pushed all the way into her bottom.

The base of the plug spread her cheeks just a little and when Eliot helped her to stand, she could feel the weight of the toy deep within her.

He turned her toward him, pressing his lips lightly to hers.

“Now, you’ll be sure to know that your ass is mine, Raina.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sir,” she said as she curled her arms around his neck, giddy with happiness.

“Come, let’s get you home safely. I don’t want you walking these streets at night without me, especially if you’re going to stay here late.”

“Of course; will you hand me my dress and my underthings?”

“Oh, no, you don’t get to wear panties. Keep those cheeks tight. I’d be sorelydisappointed if that plug drops out of your little bottom.”

She shivered at his promise. He picked up her discarded clothing, handing her only her bra and her dress. Next, he hugged her jacket around her shoulders. He took her panties and held them up before her.

“A souvenir. A symbol of many such nights to come,” he smirked, pushing the lacy fabric into his pocket.

“I have no doubt,” she responded with a grin.

When she was fully dressed, he offered her a hand and escorted her out of the office. He brought her to a nearby garage, where he had parked his car. Claiming that it wasn’t safe for her to be out on her own at that hour, he insisted on driving her to where she lived.

Once they arrived at her home, he walked her to the door and pressed a gentle kiss on top of her knuckles.

“Give me your phone.”

She hesitated for a quick second before digging into her purse for her cell. Her warm bottom reminded her that she should obey. She handed it to him and he typed in a few things before giving it back to her.

“I programmed my number into your phone. If you need anything, feel free to text or call, especially if that ass of yours needs to be put over my knee. I will see you at work tomorrow, naughty girl. Sleep tight.”

“I’ll get that final finished, sir,” she whispered, feeling a flush come over her cheeks.

“See that you do, or else you’ll find yourself getting spanked once again,” he threatened.

“Now that doesn’t sound like such a deterrent,” she teased with a smirk.

“Clearly, I didn’t spank you hard enough,” he baited.

“There’s always next time,” she mused.

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