Page 139 of His Christmas Temptation

The second didn’t startle her as much, but his third made her clench her hands.

“Let go.”

Appreciating the reminder, she relaxed. “Yes, Sir.”

Gently she closed her eyes and splayed her fingers against the blue vinyl.

“That’s it.”

Knowing what to expect allowed her to accept the next with a sigh. Now that she was accustomed to it, she loved the sting, the way the strips of leather separated on impact.

“And this,” he said, rubbing her again when he was finished, “is a taste of what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

On and on he went, driving her to distraction with the tiny bites of pleasure.

“Did you learn your lesson, my sub?” he asked when he was finished.

“What lesson were you hoping I’d learn, Sir? To behave?” She turned her head to the side to look at him, but her hair hung in such disarray that she couldn’t focus on him. “Or to misbehave?”

He chuckled as he traced his marks. “I didn’t know you had a touch of brat in you.”

She hadn’t either. But now that she’d started to play with him, she didn’t want to stop.

He helped her from the bench, holding onto her until she was steady on her feet. “Next time, if you want, we can increase the intensity.”

For now, it had been perfect.

“Lead the way into the bedroom. I want to see your hips swing, and I want to admire my handiwork on your ass.”

Once they were in his suite, she helped to undress him, unbuttoning his shirt, then removing owl-shaped cuff links that winked in the overhead light. Once he took off his shoes and socks, she opened his belt and lowered his zipper.

When he stepped out of his trousers, she drank in the sight of his entire, spectacular body. Every muscle and sinew could have been carved from iron.

Her breath caught. He was…magnificent—restrained strength and intention.

Then, cock jutting impressively, he strode to the bathroom and returned with a small, square packet. “Put this on me.”

She nodded.

“First, you’ll kneel for me.”

Hyperaware his actions and words meant they were still in a scene, she did as he said, then looked up at him. “May I…”

“Yes.”

Tenderly she cupped his testicles. Then she took his cock in hand, circling it, gently squeezing before bringing her mouth forward to capture a salty droplet of precum.

“Kaylee…” He wrapped her name in sensuality as he groaned.

In this moment, she had the power, and it was intoxicating.

Then she angled her head to suck the tip of him into her mouth, licking, tasting, while simultaneously stroking him.

“Fuck.”He buried his hand in her hair.

Taking that as permission as well as approval, she increased her strokes until his breaths were ragged and only he filled her senses.

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