Page 79 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Darlin’,” he said, now standing directly in front of her, and he slid both hands up her arms and over her shoulders until they came to a stop with his fingers laced around the backof her neck. He tugged gently and she took a step, coming right up against him, chest to chest. “It’s going to be fine,” he assured her softly. “You look beautiful and despite the fancy attire, it’s only a night at home with my family.”

“How many are expected?”

“Usually everyone is there.”

“Which is how many?”

“Thirty-five.”

Slowly, she blinked. An instant later she reacted, throwing what her mama would refer to as a hissy fit. “That isn’t immediate family, Kyle! That’s your whole freakin’ family tree.”

“Only the left branch,” he teased.

She twisted out of his hands and turned her back to him. “Unzip me. You can return this.”

“Baby, it’s going to be all right.”

“I’m serious. Take it back. I’ve only had it on for ten minutes.”

“I’m not returning your dress, Dixie. It’s stunning on you.” His hands slid around her from behind, one going high to cup a breast, the other splaying low over her belly to pull her bottom against his hips. He bent his head and nuzzled the side of her neck, nipping playfully. “What if I give you a little something to settle you down?”

“Sex? Now? Kyle, we can’t.”

Walking forward, he guided her body in accord with his own toward the couch.

“Honey, please, you’ll ruin my hair and makeup that the girls spent an hour on.”

“I thought you were planning to stay home?”

“I… uh, I can’t think when you’re kissing and touching me.”

Her hips hit the back of the couch and he bent her forward. “Oh, okay,” she said as her palms met the cushions. “Maybe this way won’t mess me up.”

Behind her, he inched up the stretchy fabric, revealing her white satin French-cut panties. She was so glad that after their first time together, she’d gone to the mall and splurged on undies. A Christmas treat for herself, and him. Then she’d gone home and pitched all her embarrassingly old, three for ten dollars discount, plain Jane, boring underwear and bras, replacing them with lace and satin in white, blush, black, and a pretty shade of eggplant purple that she thought Kyle would particularly like.

She was beginning to see the benefit of his brand of stress relief as the satin was tugged down her legs. He didn’t pull them all the way off, instead leaving them around her thighs. His hand covered her bare bottom next, rubbing and caressing her skin, and for the first time since she woke that morning facing the reality of a Prescott family Christmas, she began to relax. His fingers trailed along her cleft and down the seam of her pussy. “You’re very wet.”

“You have that effect on me.”

“Good, I like that I can turn you on with a touch or with my voice. I also want to have a calming effect on you, so that when you’re panicking like when I arrived, you’ll listen to what I say and trust me to take care of you. We’ll get there with a little practice.”

A slap rang out in the small room as his hand came down hard on one cheek. She yelped in surprise, expecting something entirely different. “What on earth?”

Another smack on the other side preceded a sharp fiery sting. It mingled with the tingling sensation of arousal between her thighs and she wiggled, shifting her weight from side to side.

“Hold still.” Two more on each side sent a flooding warmth from her naked backside in a direct line to her pussy.

“Kyle,” she breathed.

“When I tell you it will be okay, I need you to trust that it will be. And,” he added two more slaps, “when I tell you to breathe and relax,” four more were delivered to the fullest curves of her ass, before he stopped and rubbed, deeply, “you need to do as I say.”

What followed was firm smacks alternating with wonderfully soothing caresses. Her skin was alive with sensation, unable to determine which of the two she liked best. It went on for some time, until she felt a warm trickle, the proof of her desire for him, inching down her inner thighs. “I care about you, Dixie, and I’m here for you always. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Yes, and I trust you to keep me safe.”

“That’s my girl,” he hummed with approval, as he squeezed and massaged the skin he had just ignited. Then his fingers slipped between her thighs and over the wetness that had collected there. “You enjoyed your spanking, didn’t you, baby?”

“You know that I did. I’m a freak.”

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