CHAPTER THREE

Jennika

I hear Dane return to the bedroom and dutifully keep my eyes closed, partially out of fear, but mostly out of titillation and desire. This man who’s almost old enough to be my father may yet murder me and dump my body in the snowy forest... but until then, it seems he’s determined to ravage me. And despite my trepidation, I’m surprisingly all for it. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t want to be ravaged on Christmas by a sexy stranger?

“No peeking, princess,” he warns and as I feel him kneel on the bed. Seizing my wrists above my head, he begins to tie them together.

My heart races and a lump forms in my throat. Oh, my God! I’ve never really had the chance to play with bondage before and the presented opportunity only gets me wetter and sends a thrill of excitement through my veins.

When my wrists are secured, my dominant visitor moves to the bottom of the bed. “On your knees.”

Having already had my ass eaten out, I feel no shame as I roll over, my eyes still closed, and back up on my knees—bearing my weight on my forearms as I present my ass high in the air—waiting on tenterhooks for what happens next.

“Good girl, Jenn,” Dane praises as he takes one of my ankles and secures it to the bedpost with what can only be tinsel.

The glittery, scratchy plastic fibers tickle me, and I giggle to myself, my hair spilling off my back to fall around my shoulders.

“So, you like a tickle?” he says, his deep tenor sending thrills over my skin as he secures my remaining ankle. “How about I tickle that sweet, juicy, pussy of yours as I fuck the shit out of your tight ass?”

The mere thought has me as turned on as it has me terrified, but desire wins out over fear any day of the week and I sway my ass for him, getting comfy on my arms. “Yes, please,” I say.

Dane growls and spanks my ass again. My skin glows hot with the heat of his strike as he rises from the bed to strip. “I love it when you beg, princess.”

Then surprising the hell out of me, I feel something solid slap my face as his weight shifts on the bed in front of me. My eyes fly open, and a gasp falls from my lips as I’m confronted with a beautifully cut and erect cock.

“Suck it like a good girl. Make it nice and wet so I can fuck that ass of yours.” He grabs me by my hair and reefs my head back. “I said,” he emphasizes, “ suck it .”

With no other option, I open my mouth and stretch out my tongue to taste him as he leans closer.

“Give it a nice clean, princess. It’s been a long day.”

He tastes and smells distinctly like a man, not freshly showered, but not sweaty and gross either. His words fuel something deep in my soul and I swirl my tongue around his head, flicking the tip of my tongue in his slit, before wrapping my lips around him. I want to please him and feel his words of praise wash over me.

Dane groans, his hand still tangled up in my hair. “God, yes. Good girl.”

And as I suck his cock, I catch the strangest sight. The base of his cock and his firm sac are lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Rainbow lights shine up at them and with a mouth full of cock I glance down to discover he’s used the fucking fairy lights from the Christmas tree to bind my wrists! It’s adorable, pretty, and sexy as fuck. I’m a sucker for festive pretties and being tangled up in Christmas lights? Who knew I needed to check that off my bucket list? But now I can!

With renewed vigor and enthusiasm, I take him deeper, past the limits of my mouth and to the back of my throat. He hits my gag reflex without remorse and my throat spasms around his cock. As I maintain the tight seal of my lips around his girth, I bob my head forward, fucking him with my mouth. All the while I revel in Dane’s firm grip on my hair and the tingling bolts of lightning that race across my scalp as he scrunches his fingers with desire.

Half a dozen times Dane pushes himself down my throat all the way, until my lips are firmly against his base and his sac rests against my chin. He holds me there, each time, on the precipice of gagging and choking. “Yes,” he almost hisses, dragging out the ‘s’. “Just like that, baby girl.” And each time he allows me to come up for air it’s like a precious mercy and I go harder and harder, until he withdraws his cock and slaps me in the face with it again.

With spittle dribbling from my mouth, I gasp, catching my breath, my gaze fixe firmly on Dane’s ruggedly sexy, bearded face.

“You did good, princess, but if you keep going, I’m going to come—and I’m not ready for the party to be over just yet.” He steps from the bed and offers me a smile that would make me weak at the knees if I wasn’t already on all fours. “Stay there, you deserve a little something.”

My brow creases as I hear Dane’s footsteps retreat to the kitchen and I wonder what the hell he’s thinking. Deserve something? Is he going to punish me?

“Here you go, princess,” he says, popping the sparkling wine on the bedside table, before digging out a scoop of ice cream from my pint. “Open up, baby.”

Licking my lips, I obey.

“Good girl,” he says as I use my lips to pull the ice cream from the spoon.

I moan. I don’t know how, but it tastes better when I’m tangled up and being spoon-fed by a gorgeous naked stranger.

“And how about a little sparkle to wash that sweet treat, down?” he suggests and presses the open wine bottle to my lips. “That’s it.” He pulls my hair, forcing me to crane my neck back and open my mouth wide. He pours the wine in, and I swallow as best I can, but some inevitably spills from my lips and the cold alcohol drizzles down my neck and trickles over my breasts to wet the bedding beneath me.

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