Page 100 of His Christmas Temptation

He grinned. “Are they too much for you?”

“For tonight.” It was so much more than that. The idea of him toying with her nipples, teasing them, elongating them, then adjusting the tension seemed far too intimate.

She also put back the plug.

“Objections to that?”

“In general, no. I’ve used them before and am comfortable with anal play, as long as the timing is right.” Once she’d laid out the toys she wanted to play with—her handcuffs, the flogger, and the paddle—she stepped aside while he moved in to have a look.

“Excellent choices.”

Would he have been this approving no matter what she’d decided on?

“Why these?”

Of course he’d ask that. “My handcuffs because they won’t chafe my skin.”

He nodded.

“And the paddle because of its thuddy, dull impact. And the flogger is just beautiful with its thick strands.”

“You’d like to use them all?”

She pursed her lips. Wasn’t that why he’d asked? Or was it just another of his diabolical tactics? “Yes.”

“We’ll begin with a hand spanking.”

How long had it been since she’d experienced one of those? “Yes.”

“And would you like to have an orgasm?”

His question threatened to strangle her, leaving her breathless.

“I…” Typically that wasn’t something she expected from a Top.

“Would you enjoy that?”

She didn’t need to answer at all, let alone honestly. Yet he looked at her so intently that she was compelled to respond. “I haven’t been to the club for a long time.” And when she got home from work at the end of the day, she was often too tired to take matters into her own hands.

“It’s up to you. But I’d like to know if you’re against it because I will never take advantage of you being in an altered state of mind.”

The suggestion sent her thoughts into a tailspin.

“To be clear, I’d be taking care of your needs, and I’d expect nothing in return.” His icy eyes had darkened to flint, and heat simmered there. “Are you against it?”

“No.” Desperate to sever his hold on her, she turned her head and glanced at the side wall.

Very gently, he placed a finger beneath her chin and guided her to meet his gaze. “It will always be your choice. You’d have to ask for it.”

That was so unlikely that it seemed impossible.

“Would you like to remove your dress?”

She was tempted to leave it on, but working around the costume would be ridiculous. “Makes sense.”

Her boss plucked the hat with its massive white bobble from her head and placed it on the table while she bent to remove the elf shoes.

Instead of just watching her, he tucked them beneath the chair before folding his arms across his impossibly wide chest.

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