Page 103 of His Christmas Wife

He turned her back over, spanked her sensually, then fucked her hard, using a condom that was in his wallet.

When she was crying, screaming, drenched with sweat from multiple climaxes, he changed his pace, making love to her on the couch, their gazes locked, hands entwined, promises of tomorrow sealed with a gentle, forever kiss.

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“Ask for it.”

Kaylee looked up at her fiancé, her lover, her Dominant, and her mouth was too dry to force out the words.

On New Year’s Eve, just hours before his party—the first of many where she’d be his hostess—and she was tied to the spanking bench in his dungeon, face up, looking at him and the terrifying dragon’s tail in his hand.

He’d secured her tightly, legs wide apart, pussy open and vulnerable to his lash.

“I mean it, tempting sub. Ask for it.”

A few days ago when they’d first played with it, it had scared her witless. But once she’d experienced its delicious sting, she’d fallen in love with its intimate kisses. But still, the sight of it unnerved her.

“If you don’t, you won’t get it. Nor will I use it on you while I have you bent over my desk at work.”

That was the main reason she looked forward to going back to the office.

Taking the coward’s way out, she squeezed her eyes shut. “Please, Sir. Use the dragon’s tail on me.”

“My pleasure.” He dragged the tip’s edge down her chest, between her breasts, then lower, over her belly, stopping above her pubic bone. “And where would you like me to strike you?”

He was a master of the mindfuck. “Spank my clit and my nipples, Sir.” Even though the tips were sensitive, the feel of this was arousing rather than annoying or painful. It didn’t make a lot of sense to her, but the sensations were the stuff of her fantasies. Just like the man who created them.

The last few days had been wonderful as they’d mostly stayed home together, relaxing, enjoying each other as if they were on a honeymoon. She almost hated for the real world to intrude on their private sanctuary.

He pinched her nipples, making them hard before he began to tap the leather against them.

As she relaxed and sank into her surrender, he used the implement between her labia, bringing her clit to full awareness.

“Oh, Sir!”

Relentlessly he continued until she was panting, so turned on that she needed a release.

He sank his fingers into her, finding her G-spot, making her dig her heels into the railing as she struggled to raise her hips against his tight restraints.

Tormentingly he teased her. Then, when the moment her climax started to blossom, he stopped.

She took a moment to comprehend what had happened. And when she opened her eyes, he was standing over her, licking her juices from his fingers. Confounded, she stared at him. “What?”

“Oh, little one. I’m leaving you like that, on edge so that thoughts of me are never far from your mind.”

As if they ever were. “I promise you, Evan, I’ll be obsessed with you even more if you give me a climax.”

“No. Nice try, though.” He chuckled. “But just to make sure.” He left her for a moment only to return with a small metal plug.

In shock, she opened her mouth wide. “You can’t mean to make me wear that.”

“Most certainly I can.” He placed one hand flat on her belly and used the other to place the small, teardrop-shaped toy against her anus.

Instinctively she tightened her buttocks.

He delivered a sharp smack to her pussy. And because she was still inflamed from the dragon’s tail, she screamed out.

“Would have been easier if you’d have relaxed and bore down like a good submissive.”

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