Holiday Kink (4 page)

Back home, I peeked around looking for my husband who was still MIA. Upstairs in our bedroom, I gasped when I saw the outfit he’d left for me to wear. Or should I say
not wear
. I’m not sure the skimpy fabric could even qualify as clothing. It was not only sheer, but didn’t actually cover anything pertinent. How decadent.

Lifting the outfit from the bed and putting it on, I found another note held down by the anal beads he’d given me the day before.

Hello my sweet sub,

Ready for part two? Now that you’re dressed, I want you to put the beads in your ass, one by one, but do not masturbate. As you’re doing it, think about me pulling them out later and replacing them with my cock. Oh yes my little slave, I’m going to fuck your sweet virgin ass, ride you hard as I pull your hair. Think about that as you ready yourself for me.

Sir

Okay, Andrew was trying to kill me—with pleasure. I didn’t have to touch myself for my channel to quiver in excitement. My hot juices soaked my cleft. I lay on my back and ran the beads against my moist lips, lubing them. It wasn’t easy, I had to tuck my bent legs to my chest, but I managed to pop the cold pebbles into my ass. The discomfort was less than I would have expected. Done, I stood up, highly aware of the foreign objects in my ass. The jury was out on whether I liked it or not. Definitely strange, and considering how tight my anus was, I had to wonder how the hell Andrew’s cock would fit. Then again, a part of me looked forward to the pain.

Aroused and dressed like a sex kitten, I made my way downstairs. Soft music played on the main floor and the drapes were all drawn. My lamps were on, but had been draped with red veils, turning my familiar home into a pleasure den. His attention to ambiance astonished me. Another thing he’d obviously learned at the hands of the master-submissive pair he’d met.

The dining table gleamed in the flicking light of candles set along my wooden buffet. I hopped up onto its cold surface, the flimsy material of my outfit riding up so that my bare ass cheeks rested on the tabletop.
I wonder if I’m the main course?
I bit back a giggle as I wondered how one cleaned ass prints and sex juices off wood.

“Lie down.”

Andrew’s voice came from behind me, his commanding tone sending shivers down my spine. I lay on the table like a good girl, gasping at the cool surface against the skin of my back.

“Close your eyes.”

Oh, the thrill of being ordered. I did as he bid me, my breathing already coming faster.

“Hold your arms out.”

Stretching them out, I gasped when I felt the familiar weight of the shackles binding me. Eyes shut tight, I could only hear the faintest whisper of sound as Andrew went around the table attaching me spread eagle and exposed. My pussy throbbed, the wetness of my arousal seeping from me like a fount of honey. The cooler air tickled my moist flesh and made me shiver delightfully.

Fabric covered my eyes. Startled I opened them but found myself blind as he deftly tied the blindfold in place. I panicked a little, tugging at my bonds and thrashing my head. For some reason closing my eyes didn’t freak me; I knew I could open them if I wanted to. But to be rendered sightless heightened my vulnerability—and my sense of awareness. I heard harsh breathing, the ragged sound coming from me.

“Andrew?” Surely that plaintive voice wasn’t me?

“Have you forgotten already what name to call me?”

Just hearing his voice calmed me and some of the tenseness left me. “Sorry, Sir.”

Andrew chuckled, a low, teasing sound to match the tickling fingers he ran up from stomach to my breasts. “Don’t forget again my sweet slave. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. Butterfly.”

“Good girl. Now enough talk. I want you to
feel.
”

I bit my lip so as to not blurt ‘Feel what?’ I learned quickly enough. A hot drop of liquid hit my stomach and I sucked in a breath. Like a molten rain shower, fiery sprinkles splattered against my skin, cooling quickly and turning stiff. Wax. Andrew was pouring melted wax over me, something I’d written about in my notebook and which he’d obviously read. I cried out when he spilled a larger amount over my straining nipples. Indescribable. Painful yet arousing. Being unable to see amplified the sensation, especially since I couldn’t see where he’d strike next. A pooling warmth just above my cleft made me arch my back. I hissed.

“Too much?” he asked pausing in his torture.”

“More.” I panted. “Sir.”

But as if asking for it made it forbidden, he stopped. Instead with deft fingers he peeled the wax from my body. My skin tingled at his light touch. My breasts throbbed when he removed the wax shroud. When his hot lips latched onto first one nipple, then the other, I screamed. And then all of a sudden he disappeared.

At least that’s how it seemed. Blind, I strained to hear, but only the soft sounds of music reached me.

Even knowing it was useless, I couldn’t help tugging at my restraints. The noise of my thrashing probably covered the noise of his return. I couldn’t miss the slap he gave my cunt though. A stinging spank he repeated. My sex pulsed, and I waited with bated breath for the next smack. Instead, he twisted both my nipples and I screamed.

“What does my bad girl want?”

“Fuck me, Sir. Please, fuck me.” The intensity of my arousal was shocking. My whole body throbbed, aching for the touch of his mouth, the thrust of his cock, anything to extinguish the fire he’d lit.

“Already?” He made a chiding sound. “No, I think I shall enjoy myself some more, and you will do your best not to come until I tell you to.”

I moaned in reply. Fingers tickled down my belly to my bald pussy. He ran his knuckles between my plump lips and I trembled. The fingers kept going to my ass, and I felt a tug on the string for the anal beads that until now I’d forgotten in the overabundance of other sensations. One simple pull on that string, though, and I was suddenly all too aware of them. He popped one bead out then pushed it back in. Back and forth, he teased me with the beads. My ring, so tight when I’d first inserted the marbles, relaxed to the point that the beads entered with almost no resistance. Before I could wonder if I was about to have my anal cherry popped, he stopped the tug of war play, leaving the beads in my ass. A warm, wet cloth was swiped over my bottom, cleaning me for the games to come—or so I hoped.
 
I didn’t know what to expect from him next, nor could I hear him. When he stroked his hand over my cleft before thrusting his fingers in, I squeezed his digits for dear life, trying to hold back my instinct to come. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before removing them. I mewled in loss but not for long for his mouth latched onto me in their place.

Oh, sweet heaven.
There’s something about someone sucking and licking you when you’re so fucking horny you could scream that raises every pleasurable sensation to new heights. And blindfolded, it was even more so.

Oddly enough though, Andrew’s mouth felt different on me. You’d think I’d recognize his technique after twenty some years. Maybe it seemed different because my perception of him had changed so much in the last twenty-four hours. Maybe the Dom duo who’d taught him to pleasure him had given him oral pointers. Whatever the reason, he sucked my pussy like he wanted to reacquaint himself with it intimately. He tugged on my nether lips. He probed me with his tongue. He flicked my clit until I gasped. Regardless of his order not to come, he was making it almost impossible to obey. My body stood on the threshold and I was only seconds away from losing the battle.

As if he sensed this, the tongue laving me stopped, and the warmth of his breath between my thighs disappeared. A creak and a shuffle, and a moment later his body straddled my face, his calves pinning my shoulders as the tip of his cock prodded my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly to suck, inhaling his hard, familiar length.

I almost bit him though when in a surprising twist, a pair of hands tweaked my nipples and a hot mouth latched onto my cunt and licked.

What the fuck!
I would have explored this turn of events more fully, but overcome with so many blissful touches all at once, I came really fucking hard.

Chapter Six

He spoke only in grunts and went straight to work

He spanked us all soundly, while holding a smirk.

He lay fingers inside us in holes best not mentioned

And gave us some pleasure even as he increased our tension.

Once done, he sprang to his throne with a sharp whistle

And to him we all jumped like oiled naked missiles.

I heard him exclaim before I passed out from delight

Merry Fucking to all, and to all a painful night.

I came to blinking, my body still shaking and trembling with the force of my orgasm. The blindfold had been removed while I’d screamed my release, and I opened my eyes to see Andrew above me, his erect cock still in my mouth, his eyes staring smokily at me. A mischievous smile twisted his lips.

“Naughty girl. I told you not to come.”

As if to punctuate this point, a mouth latched around my nipple and bit down. I cried out around the rigid object in my mouth. A cry I repeated when my clit was pinched by calloused fingers I now knew didn’t belong to Andrew.

We weren’t alone. The realization made me shudder, and I felt a second orgasm lurking, decadently close.

Andrew’s cock swelled in my mouth as he spoke. “I wanted to make this a Christmas to remember so I invited my new friend and teacher over, Nick. I hope you don’t mind?”

I shook my head, my eyes wide, and gave a long pull on his cock. Andrew’s head went back and he sighed. “Good as that feels, I have other plans for you. You see,” he said pulling his prick out of my mouth with a wet pop. “Much as I loved spanking you, it would give me great pleasure to watch your face as you’re being spanked. Now, you might say I could have used a mirror, but…” he said leaning over my face, his lips hovering just above mine. “I’d much rather watch you blowing my cock while you get your bum pinked.”

Spanked by another man? Sure I’d thought about having a threesome, but with the moment now here, I wondered if I could go through with it. At the same time though, I couldn’t deny curiosity. What would it feel like to touch another man? Would he taste like Andrew? What did they have planned for me? I found myself eager to find out. How could I not with the blessing from my husband evident in his eyes and erection?

“That sounds delicious,” I said to my husband with a smile.

The sharp crack of my breast being slapped made me yelp in pain.

“You forgot something,” said a gravelly voice. “When you reply you are to use the title of Sir or Master, or else.”

“Sorry Sirs.” I said the words with absolute sincerity even as they made me cream. Not one, but two Doms to control and punish me. My pussy moistened in anticipation.

“Oh, you will be,” promised the man I had yet to see.

Andrew finally moved off of me taking his throbbing cock with him. How sad. He didn’t go far though, standing in my line of sight to the side of the table. “Are you ready to see the face of the man who’s going to spank you?” Andrew asked.

My whole body tightened at his words. How could I trust a stranger to touch me like that?
 
Doubts or not, I couldn’t deny my body wanted it. “Yes, Sir.”
 

I bit my lip, trepidation making me tremble—would he be handsome? Would I enjoy it? Would… My inner questions faded into silence as Nick appeared in my line of sight and oh, it was a good thing I loved my husband for here was a man made to worship. Big and bulky, a veritable giant, he was ruggedly handsome. Heat flooded through me at the thought of this hunk whose very bearing spoke of authority laying a hand on me.

“Well aren’t you a cute thing,” he said, and then shocked me by grabbing my breasts in his paws and squeezing them so that only the erect tips poked out. I couldn’t help it, my breathing sped up and even more heat pooled in my sex. He let go of my tits and slid his hand down my belly and stroked me between my lips. I shuddered. “Responsive too.”

 
“Kiss her.” Andrew’s voice sounded strangled and I looked sideways to see him stroking his cock and watching us.

I wanted to protest, surely like Pretty Woman this would be too personal, too… Nick leaned down and touched his lips to mine, the sensation odd for his mouth was hard where I was used to Andrew’s softer, fuller lips. The naughtiness of what I was doing, though, made something like a mere kiss seem so much more, especially when Nick slid his hand over my belly to my mound and probed me with a thick finger. Like a well-aimed missile, he unerringly found my sweet spot and stroked it. I moaned, my mouth opening. Nick used this breach to slide his tongue between my gasping lips and twist sinuously around mine. I could taste him, different from Andrew of course, his minty flavor overlaying that of smoke.