Page 169 of A Very Naughty Christmas

The drive passed by really quickly. They talked and admired the beautiful snow-covered landscapes, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. They turned on the radio and listened to Christmas music the entire way. Excitedly, she asked him if they were going to decorate for the holidays, when they would go skiing, and what he had planned for her. He chuckled, clearly amused at her very obvious enthusiasm.

“If you ask any more questions, little one, I will pull this car over and spank you on the side of the road. I’ve got some surprises for you. Don’t worry, you’ll love them all.”

A shiver raced down her spine at his threat and she could feel her arousal soaking the seat of her panties. Trying to calm herself, she admired the snowy landscapes and hummed in tune to the Christmas song on the radio. Before she knew it, Eliot was pulling his car into a long driveway, which led to a small condo community. His own was at the end of a quiet road, a perfect location for a winter getaway.

He drove the SUV into the attached garage. She climbed out excitedly and helped him bring everything from the car into an attached kitchen. Dark cabinets framed the wall and the granite countertops showcased an exquisite pattern that consisted of white and gray veining. New stainless steel appliances gave the room a rich feel. Even though it was a simple design, it was elegantly furnished. Once they finished, he turned back to her while she was still on the steps of the garage and raised his eyebrow expectantly.

“Remember what I told you to do as soon as you arrived?”

“Yes, sir,” she mewled as she took a deep breath. Stepping across the threshold from the garage into the house, she allowed him to close the door behind her. Meeting his heated gaze, she felt a dull throb settle deep in her core. Wetness gathered between her thighs.

Placing her bag down on the floor beside her, she began to unbutton the front of her jacket. She handed it to him and he hung it up in a nearby closet. Hesitantly, she pulled off her boots and placed them by the door. With trembling fingers, she gripped the edge of her red sweater and pulled it over her head. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. Standing in just her bra and panties, she shivered as she reached back to undo the clasp, releasing her breasts to the chilly air.

He stepped forward, fingering the edges of her underwear. Kneeling down, he slowly pulled them down her thighs and kissed the wetness of her slit. She moaned in response.

“Naughty girl. Look how excited you are. Your pussy is all wet and swollen for me.” He turned her around and pressed his lips to each of her bottom cheeks. “And look here, this ass hasn’t been spanked all day. Shall we rectify that?”

“Mhhhmmm, yes, sir.”

“And did you obey what I asked? That you not come until I allow you to do so?”

“Yes, sir. I haven’t had an orgasm in days.”

He smiled, took her hand, and led her into the living room, where there was a tall undecorated Christmas tree in the front window. Boxes of decorations and lights lay around it. He saw her looking around at all the ornaments and he smiled.

“I had my friend come by with a real Christmas tree for us. I also asked him to pull those things out of the attic so we could make this place worthy of the holidays. But,” he paused with a grin, “enough delays, I think. We’ll put those decorations up after I warm that gorgeous ass of yours and fill it with a special plug I found just for you. Says on the box that it’s guaranteed to fill you with the holiday spirit,” he said, his voice laced with dark promise as well as a hint of humor. He was smirking when he finished speaking. A shiver raced down her spine as she rolled her eyes at his words and she silenced a groan at his pun.

He turned, picking up a box on a nearby table. Then, he held up a package with a large glass plug that looked like a candy cane. Raina gasped, admiring the red and white swirls. The toy was shaped like a typical plug. The tip was tapered and flared out wide, before narrowing again. The base curved out gently to either side, giving the illusion of a double-headed candy cane.

“That’ll never fit; it’s too big,” she mused with a nervous chuckle.

“Training, my Raina. I must make sure you are ready to take my cock in your tight little ass by Christmas day.”

She shivered and couldn’t help it as she mewled with pleasure. He couldn’t seriously mean to fuck her bottom hole, could he?

He sat down on a black leather sofa and reached out for her. “Come over here, my pretty one. It’s time for a spanking. After that, we’ll decorate the tree so that I can admire my handiwork on those naughty cheeks of yours.”

Squealing with delight, she padded quickly over to him on bare feet and he pulled her over his lap. The moment her stomach made contact with his hard thighs, his palm smacked down on her trembling bottom and she moaned with need. His hand slapped her ass repeatedly and she loved every second of it. He didn’t spank her very hard, but enough so that the sting quickly morphed into a wave of lust that ricocheted through her body. Her hips rocked up and his hand caught the bottom curve of her cheeks. He focused next on her upper thighs and she cried out as the pain amplified, as well as the pleasure inside her.

Her bottom, already hot and swollen, wriggled over his lap as his other hand grasped her hip. He stopped spanking her for a moment, then his fingers grazed against the dampness of her arousal on her inner thighs.

“Look at this, so wet after getting a spanking.”

“Oh, my God,” she whined. His fingertips drifted in between her legs and began to caress her damp folds. Whimpering, she arched her hips into his touch as passion built within her. His digits caressed her throbbing clit and there was little she could do to stop the onslaught of pleasure taking over her senses.

“Please, sir, please let me come,” she cried out.

“Not yet.”

His fingers drifted away from her pussy, before trailing backwards and settling on her bottom hole. He didn’t speak anymore as he squeezed a cool liquid onto the rim of muscle there. Raina quieted, knowing that he was about to put that big plug into her backside.

It didn’t take long for him to prepare her tight little star. First, he pressed his thumb in and out of her, before gradually increasing the number of his fingers. Once he was able to enter her tight rosette with a few digits, he pressed the cool plug onto her bottom hole. It was made of silicone, so it was firm yet soft. She squeaked when it first began to enter her, but behaved as he inserted the tip. Once the plug reached its widest point, she cried out and wriggled, which only earned her a harsh spank on both thighs. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and he pushed the toy inside a bit further. The larger size made her feel anxious and she sighed with relief when the plug was finally fully seated within her tight channel. The curved ends of the plug hugged her close, one side settling against the curve of her cleft and the other cupping toward her pussy. The double-headed nature of the plug made it feel as though the toy was perfectly made for her. He patted her bottom gently and she nearly purred in response.

“Good girl. Time to decorate the tree now. Here. Take my hand,” he said while helping her to stand. Her legs quivered with unmet need as her honey dripped down her inner thighs. Feeling her clit throb in tune with her heartbeat, she swallowed heavily. She needed to come, yet he hadn’t allowed her to. She sure hoped he would let her soon.

He led her over to the boxes and she was able to put her pulsating slit in the back of her mind for a little while. The toy was heavy enough to consistently remind her of his dominance and she smiled as she looked back at him. The weekend had hardly even started and she already felt incredible.

They threaded lights around the Christmas tree first. Then, he would hand her an ornament and she would hang it on the tree. They joked and laughed the entire time, her completely naked and him fully clothed. She loved every second and giggled whenever he tweaked a hard nipple or delved between her thighs to keep her arousal on edge, but best of all was when he smacked her sore, red globes time and time again when she reached for a particularly high branch.

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