Page 49 of Her Christmas Harem

My answering smile was predatory, and she only turned pinker as I gestured for her to enter the suite. Instead of taking a seat, she turned to me. She took a deep breath and straightened her spine, as if steeling herself to do something.

I kept my face neutral as I waited for her to spit it out. She didn’t need sweet words of support right now, or she would have texted James and Ibrahim.

“I like it when you tell me what to do. I like it when you call me a good girl. I don’t know what to do with that, but—” She cut herself off, closing her eyes and releasing her breath in a sharp exhale. “Getting tied up and spanked is on my bucket list, and I feel like—” She closed her eyes. “God, this is embarrassing. This was a stupid idea.”

I caught her hand before she could flee out the door. “It’s not stupid. Finish your thought.”

Her eyes snapped to mine at the sharp edge of command in my voice. She took a shuddering breath. “Right. Okay. I feel like you’re probably into that?” She winced, her face turning cherry red as she articulated her suspicion that I was into BDSM. Lucky woman, she was absolutely correct.

“Good girl,” I murmured, drawing her to me. She collapsed into my chest, as if she’d been waiting for a hug from me her entire life. I let her snuggle for a moment, wrapped in the thick robe, enjoying her cheek against my bare chest. “You’re right. I am into that. But telling you what to do, tying you up, and spanking you aren’t all the same, and they don’t all have to happen at once.”

I soothed her, rubbing one hand in a circle on her back, and gently scratching her scalp with the other, enjoying her body pressed tightly against mine as she calmed down.

“You want to give up control, don’t you? Let someone take care of you, make decisions for you?” I asked gently, giving the spectacular woman in my arms the vocabulary to communicate what she needed.

“Just for a little while,” she murmured.

“Just for tonight,” I whispered into her hair. She nodded against my chest.

When her breathing was steady again, I kissed the top of her head, then tightened my fingers in her hair to tilt her face toward me. A man could drown in those baby blues. As I brought my mouth to hers, her lips parted on a gasp, and I sank into her, plundering her with my tongue.

Piper moaned beneath my onslaught, then ran her hands up my chest to wrap around my head and pull me tighter to her. I dropped the hand around her waist to her hip, lifting her leg and dragging her core into me. There were too many fucking clothes in the way of what I wanted to do to her.

Keeping my lips on hers, I walked us backward until we were in my room. I kicked the door shut and then spun her, slamming her back against the wall, ready to devour her.

Shit, was she wearing anything under her robe? I dragged my mouth away from hers, only to take one look at her glazed eyes and swollen lips, begging to be kissed and bruised and loved, and dive back in for more. I couldn’t get enough of her kisses, the sweet way her tongue thrust against mine, her soft lips opening for me.

Piper wasn’t here asking to be ravaged against my hotel room wall, though. I hauled myself backward, dragging my hands and my lips from her before I found myself wrapped up in the sweetness of her touch again.

She leaned against the wall, tilting her head and baring her throat to me. One leg peeked out of the robe, which loosened enough to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it.

“Take off your robe, Piper,” I said to her, my voice raspier and more gravelly than I intended.

With a soft sigh, she pushed off of the wall, untied the robe, and dropped it to the ground. Fuck, she was stunning. Her creamy skin flushed under the heat of my gaze as I examined her from head to toe. Her breasts swayed as her chest heaved, her breath turning ragged as my gaze lingered on her puckered nipples.

My eyes wandered over her rounded belly and her full hips that begged for me to grip with my hands and bruise her sweet skin as I plunged in and out of her. She was completely bare, and I could see the lips of her pussy, wet with need as she trembled before me. She ducked her head, avoiding my gaze. Hm.

I slid a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to me. “What color, Piper?”

She blinked slowly, languidly, before a slow smile spread across her face. “Green, Benedict.”

I sat at the foot of the bed. “Come here.” She walked to me, standing in front of my knees, silent, expectant. I grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the ground in front of me and to my right. “Kneel.”

Her eyes flew to mine, and I crooked an eyebrow. She’d used a safe word earlier that day with James, so I knew she’d stop this if she needed to. Instead, she sank gracefully to her knees, her hips resting on her heels, facing me.

“Good girl,” I murmured, and she blushed. I tangled my fingers in her hair and drew her to me until her nose touched my thigh. “Get comfortable,” I instructed her, and she adjusted until she could rest her cheek against my leg. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, and I gently played with her hair until she sagged against me, relaxed and trusting.

“That’s it, princess.”

She nuzzled against me with her eyes closed, and I was struck at how perfect she was for the three of us–our Christmas miracle.

“Now, princess, I want you to tell me why you came up to our suite wearing nothing but that hotel robe.”

Her eyes snapped open, but my fingers tightened in her hair before she could jerk away.

She remained silent.

Hm. I yanked on her hair, dragging her head back until it forced her to look up at me. Tears gathered in her eyes at the pain. “Were you hoping to get caught? Did that turn you on?”

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