Page 57 of His Christmas Temptation

Her internal struggle to obey him made her cry out.

“Almost there, Abigail?”

“Please, Sir. Stop. Stop, stop, stop.”

But he continued until she was on the absolute verge of losing control, then he released her to clamp her wrist and draw her hand upward. “Thank me for saving you from yourself.”

Her gratitude should have been automatic, but she was so far gone inside her head that she was no longer capable of proper submissive behavior. “Thank you, Sir.” She meant it.

“That’s better. Your manners are beautiful”—he narrowed his gaze—“when you remember to use them.”

There was warning in his words, and she was wise enough to heed it. “I appreciate your saying so, Master Hayes.”

Before she could gather her wits, he replaced her fingertips with his mouth, devouring her pussy in slow, rhythmic licks. Helplessly she ground her face against him, and he responded with his tongue, circling, then plunging inside her pussy.

With her lower body still suspended, she was unable to escape his determination.

Finally he lifted his head.

“Thank you, Sir.” How many times had she been to the edge, only to be denied?

“My pleasure.” Looking at her, he slid a finger inside her, seeking her G-spot. Once he found it, he pressed against it.

“Oh my God!” Electricity seemed to pulse through her. Grateful for the support of the stirrups, she bucked, and she was unsure whether she was silently asking for more or trying to evade him.

“That’s it. Fuck my finger, Abigail. Prove you’re mine.”

“Master Hayes…”

“Do as I say.”

The world started to spin. Anxious to distract herself, she gripped the edge of the table, digging her fingernails in.

“Pump your hips harder. Hold nothing back. I want your responses.” His voice deepened. “I own them.”

And her.

She squeezed her muscles as she rode his finger. But when he pushed his thumb against her clit, she went rigid. An orgasm gnawed at her, increasing its ferocious demand.

Slowly he withdrew his finger. “I’m thinking you were close?”

How many times was he going to deny her? This hadn’t been the kink of any other man she’d been with. And he’d already pushed her beyond what she’d believed were the limits of her endurance. “Very close, Sir.”

Slowly he withdrew his finger. “You did well.”

“Only because you stopped.”

His expression softened. “Is that gratitude?”

“Heartfelt, Sir.”

“Accepted. Shall we continue?”

“We… You…”

He waited.

“That wasn’t it? I mean, there’s more?” She’d never had a scene that lasted so long.

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