Holly's Christmas Dom-Brieanna-final edit (7 page)

"Who controls this?" His voice was hard. "Tell
me, Holly. Who's in charge?"

"You said I was, Mac. You did," she wailed
at him.

"In that you can call a halt anytime, Holly. Not
that you tell me what to do. So do I go on?"

He waited, every nerve on edge. If she said no, he
would be devastated. But this was when he had to make a stand. The silence
stretched so long, he was ready to scream. At last, her body slumped, and she
fell onto her chest.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." He swatted her ass, not hard, just
enough to sting and bring all that hot, luscious redness he'd achieved earlier
back in force, and coerce her senses up to high alert. "Then, come. Now."
With one decisive thrust, he pulsed and pushed into her. At the same time, he
pinched her clit.

Holly screamed and convulsed. Her body shook, and her
breath came in tiny pants. He felt his climax build, and he joined her with one
last surge and a roar to rival that of any cup final crowd. The hairs on his
arms stood up, and every nerve ending was supersensitive. The slight weave of
the bedcover rubbed and added sensual friction to his skin.

Under him, Holly was panting and writhing, pushing
back into him as if she was determined to milk every last drop of cum from his
body.

Mac held himself off her until his arms shook.

"Let yourself slump, love. I'm going to move."
He pulled out, taking care to be gentle, and moved off her.

Holly fell down face-first and sighed. "Hmm, that
was worth waiting for. I want more...Sir."

"Don't worry. You'll get a lot more, love. Soon."
Mac stood up and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and dampen a
washcloth with warm water. He returned to Holly, who hadn't moved.

"I've died and gone to heaven," she said,
her voice muffled by her arms. "I've done it. After ten years, one month,
three days, and about six hours, I've finally done it. I'm no longer Holly Winters,
spinster of this parish. I'm Holly Winters, lover and sub of Mac Hall."

He snorted as he helped Holly over onto her back and
used the cloth to cleanse her. "You've a lot to learn about submitting and
obeying before we can say you're my sub, my love. But you are my lover, my
partner, and my life. Forever."

She opened her eyes. "Mm, that's nice. I hope so.
What a great Christmas present. I will learn, Mac." He had never seen her
so serious. "I want to feel you guide me. To be your sub and have you as
my Sir. Yours and only yours. Hell, you've done so much, and I've waited so
long. I need you in so many ways. To let you push me out of my comfort zone, to
cherish me, make me laugh, and hug me when I cry. To be with me and let me be
with you as we learn together. For us be in our own joint world. I love you."

That was what he wanted to hear. He picked up the box
and set it down next to her.

"Happy Christmas, Holly." Mac sat back on
his knees as she lifted the lid and rummaged through the contents. Little
pieces of polystyrene and cotton wool spilled everywhere as she dug deep inside
and finally withdrew two small boxes. She opened the first and burst out
laughing as she took out a silver bracelet with a tiny set of handcuffs on it.

"Ha, ha, nice one. Oh, what's this? Ouch. Is it
what I think it is? For my nipple?" She had found an identical ring as the
one he wore. "Will you hold my hand as I have it fixed?" She leaned
over and kissed him.

"Of course, and kiss your tears away if it hurts."

"Oh, it'll hurt," she assured him "I'm
a wuss about pain."

Hmm, he wasn't so sure, not after he'd seen how she
rode the pain of his spanks.

"Oh, what's this?" She found the last
package and ripped the Santa and his reindeer paper from it. He held his breath
as she opened the velvet-covered casket.

"Oh, my." Her eyes shone. He could see the
sheen of unshed tears. The twinkle in her eyes and the soft rosy glow of
interest showed him they were tears of pleasure.

"For when you're ready to say I do, BDSM
style."

She looked up at him, with love shining in her eyes,
scrambled onto her knees, and assumed the position.

"My, Sir. Now I know the origin of the expression
I'm going to collar you."

The
End

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