Page 170 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Together, they finished decorating the tree by placing a beautifully lighted star at the top. Then she rushed over to her bag and placed her gifts for him under the tree.

He stepped back and gathered her in his arms, sighing with approval.

“Look at how beautiful it looks with a woman’s touch,” he whispered in her ear and she smiled, feeling a blush come over her cheeks. She moaned as his fingers dragged across her stomach, across the gentle curve of her breast, up to a painfully hard nipple. He gripped a bud gently in each hand, twisting lightly to each side. She sighed as her body reacted instantly, arching her back and rising up on her toes in order to keep the pain at bay. Lust woke once again within her, returning with a vengeance like never before.

“Please, sir,” she begged, “please let me come.”

“You will come when I say, not a moment before.”

Whining, she leaned back into him as he lifted her feet from the floor, one arm snaked around her waist.

“Dinner first, Miss Impatient,” he teased with a grin, pinching her nipple harshly with his free hand. She groaned when he finally released her. “Come, I’ve got a roast in the oven. You can help by putting the salad together and pouring us some eggnog.”

She grinned at his words.

“May I freshen up first?” she asked, trying to hold back her smirk.

“Sure. Meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes. Don’t you dare touch yourself, little one. You do not have my permission to come. If you disobey me, I won’t allow you release until Christmas day and that’s a good thirty-six hours away.”

“I won’t, sir, I promise,” she whispered, knowing that she wouldn’t dare challenge him in this. That was a long time without orgasm and she didn’t want to experience a punishmentlike that.

“Good girl. Bathroom is down the hall. There’s a silk robe I put in there for you that you can wear in the kitchen with me. Wear nothing else though.”

She bounded out of the room and into the entrance of the house, grabbing what was left of her bag along the way. Smiling, she found the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She took a short bit to freshen up, before fingering the satin of a pretty green robe hung up on the back of the door. She shrugged it over her shoulders and sighed as the soft fabric caressed her skin. Hurrying along, she opened her bag and grinned when she saw the bottle of rum she’d packed away. Pouring a hefty amount into her little flask, she screwed on the top and tucked it into a pocket within her robe.

With a deep breath, she packed up the rest of her things and made her way back to the kitchen. As soon as she walked in, scents of wonderfully cooked food met her nose and she breathed in deep.

“This sure smells good,” she mused.

“That green looks gorgeous on you. I’m glad I found that for you. Brings out your eyes.”

“Thank you, sir. I really like it.”

“Eggnog and salad fixings are in the fridge,” he pointed and she followed his instructions. She grabbed the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, olives, and cucumbers. Eliot handed her a bag of croutons and she tossed the vegetables in a bowl. When she was finished, she placed the salad on the table among a few other dishes he had already finished preparing. She licked her lips, seeing a bowl of macaroni and cheese, steamed zucchini and squash, as well as a few large sweet potatoes. Her stomach growled in anticipation.

Next, she took out two mugs to serve the cold eggnog. Looking over her shoulder, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the flask. Undoing the cap, she poured a healthy shot of rum into each cup. Slipping the rum back into her pocket, she turned and grabbed the eggnog out of the fridge. She filled the mugs close to the top and sprinkled a dash of cinnamon on the top of the two drinks. Grinning with mischief, she picked up the cups and brought them over to the table.

She watched as Eliot prepared the rest of the dinner and her mouth watered as delectable scents of a home-cooked meal met her nose. She saw him take a small roast out of the oven and helped him to carry it to the nearby kitchen counter. He carved the roast and finally brought over a plate of delicious meat. Glancing out the window for a moment, she gasped.

“It’s snowing! Look at all those flakes!”

The wind howled and a blanket of white swirled in front of the window.

“Was it supposed to snow this weekend?” he asked, frowning at the storm. “Thatlooks like blizzard-worthy snow right there.”

“I didn’t think to check the weather.”

“You just might get snowed in here, little one. For quite a while by the looks of that storm.”

She grinned and looked back at him. “Well, I guess worse things could happen, right?”

“You have no idea what you’re in for these next few days. Do you, young lady?”

Giggling, she smiled up at him. Despite all his threats, she still felt entirely safe. He sat down next to her and began to pile some of the mouthwatering food onto his plate. She did the same, choosing a pink piece of roast meat and a large sweet potato.

The moment she sat down, she flushed hotly, feeling the butt plug between her cheeks press deeper inside of her. She noticed Eliot was watching her with a dark look, a smirk showing at the corners of his lips. Squirming, she avoided his gaze and instead focused on the food before her, unable to forget about the arousal that was definitely collecting between her thighs.

With a deep swallow, she served herself some of the salad and took a ginormous swig of her eggnog in order to distract her mind from such thoughts.

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