Page 172 of A Very Naughty Christmas

Hearing the sound of leather swish through the air, she jumped when soft leather thongs caressed against her skin.

“Ever been flogged before, little one?”

The tresses dragged across her skin, twirling around and stroking her inner thighs. The tails lifted off her flesh and smacked lightly against her pussy. As she moaned with need, her hips arched of their own accord.

The floggers began to pick up speed as Eliot whipped them around into a steady cadence. Initially, the tails of the leather stung, but quickly turned into something that felt more like pleasure than pain. Her body melted into the implement’s touch, turning her insides into a submissive pile of jelly. With a heavy stroke, he caught the lower curves of her buttocks and she cried out at the thuddy ache. Her back arched as a groan escaped her lips.

“Look at you. Wrapped up like a Christmas present in red and green rope, and painted with pink stripes from my lash.”

Wanting so much more, a needy cry broke free from her lips. “Please, sir!”

She heard and felt a thud next to her head, which had to be the flogger because the next moment he fisted his hand within her long locks at the nape of her neck. Pulling back harshly, he growled low and she whined with surprise. The back of her head burned, yet she loved it. Her body responded with a violent, lusty intensity and goosebumps rose all over her flesh.

Instantly, she felt every bone in her body yield to him, wanting to please him in everyway. She would never have imagined such a thing happening with her boss, but she wouldn’t change a thing.

His heavy palm smacked one side of her ass, followed by the other. He spanked her hard, again and again until her hips began to wriggle a bit. He pulled her hair harder and she stilled, knowing he expected better of her.

Spanking all over her bottom, he held her firm. He left not one inch unattended to, including the tops of her thighs. She cried out from the sting as he punished every sensitive inch of her skin. Within a few breaths, the pain morphed into wild passion and she moaned with a wanton need. She wanted more, needed more.

“Please, sir,” she begged.

He paused, dragging his fingers down the hotness of her ass and into the cleft between her thighs. He pushed the plug deeper inside and she groaned. She squirmed as he discovered how aroused she was, gliding across her folds with incredible ease. His palm smacked against her pussy and she whimpered.

Again, he spanked her wet folds and she cried out at the sting and flushed at the damp sound that met her ears. Despite the ache in her skin, she began to feel something else she could only identify as pure unbridled passion.

“Bad girls get their pussy spanked.”

He smacked her there a bit harder and she groaned with her need. Arching her hips, she tried to beg him with her body. Hoping he would grant her some semblance of release, she trembled as she waited.

She mewled when he growled at her and then she wailed with happiness when she felt him grasp her ankles and untie them. Roughly, he grabbed her hips, rearranging her so that she was up on her knees. She felt his cock nudge at her entrance. Slick with her desire, she tried to arch back into him. He rewarded her with a harsh spank to her heated globes.

With a yelp, she stilled, remembering that she wasn’t in charge.

His fingers dug into her hips and he slammed his big cock into her tight channel. It hurt just a little, but it felt wonderful at the same time. The toy in her ass made his cock feel larger than ever and she loved it. He pumped in and out of her while she cried out with pleasure. She felt stretched around his cock and her pussy clenched at the raw intensity of being completely under his control. Her arms stretched high overhead and with her lower half under his command, she felt utterly submissive. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs at the thought.

Unbridled passion coursed through her veins and her fingers gripped the ropes at her wrists in a feeble attempt to hold on for dear life.

“Oh, my God,” she screamed. “I need release, sir, please!”

“Do you really want it, little girl? Do you want to come all over my hard cock?”

She screamed her frustration.

“I will count to five. You will hold off your orgasm until I allow it. Is that clear?”

She nodded, her mouth no longer working to form words.

“One.”

He thrusted harder than ever before, his cock pressing deep into her eager entrance.

“Two,” he counted, following faster with three and four scant seconds later. As he increased the cadence of his thrusts, the coil within her wound tighter and tighter. She didn’t think she could last much longer, knowing her orgasm was just seconds away. She tensed all her muscles and tried to focus on breathing.

“Five.” He paused and she whined in response.

“You may come,” he growled, leaning over her and ripping the blindfold from her face. All at once, her orgasm burned white hot in her veins, her heart pounding loud in her ears. Engulfed in her scorching passion, every muscle in her body quivering, she screamed with wild lust as he continued to slam into her. Her hips rolled and met his, his cock stretching her wide. Feeling feverish with heat, she moaned as every nerve tingled with her release.

When her body eventually quieted, she slumped into the soft quilt beneath her. He pulled back, withdrawing inch by inch from her pussy with painstaking slowness. Whining a bit with disappointment, she yelped as he gripped the plug between her cheeks and pulled it free. Although she cried out at the sudden emptiness, she didn’t have to wait long for more.

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