A Dom for Christmas (11 page)

“Yes, Sir.”
Angie’s heart thumped. It was
so exciting, unsighted and wondering…

“And we know I don’t spank,
don’t we?”

Her pulse raced. Something in
his tone of voice warned her that he had an idea in mind. Whether she liked it
was immaterial unless she called a halt, and she had no intention of doing
that, not yet.

“Oh yes, Sir.”
More’s the
pity,
it’s something I want to try.

“But I’ve used this before with
excellent results.”

The soft swish she heard was
the only warning she received as the flogger hit her ass with a swift, sharp
sting. It was followed by a further three on each cheek before the stings,
which had become harder with each strike, stopped and his hand caressed each
globe in turn.

“Happy?”

 
“Yes, Sir.”
She was
almost floating. If only there had been those few more taps, thuds, stings… She
had no idea how to describe the euphoria that flooded her.
“Very
happy.”

“Good. Count to twenty.”

The next stroke thudded rather
than stung.
The following one more so.
She counted out
each stroke, getting more and more aroused as the tempo increased. By the time
she stuttered out twenty, she teetered on the edge of falling into the abyss.

Cam rubbed her smarting ass
with one hand and pinched her clit with the other.

“Come now. Fly for me, and
scream your completion.”

Angie needed no more
invitation. She screamed and tumbled. Her skin was a mass of stings and
tingles, and her body shook. Behind her blindfold and eyelids,
colored
lights flashed and sweat rolled under the cloth to
streak down her face.
 

“Angie, honey…”

“Angelina…”

It was the two Cams again. Like
before they both held on to her. Both looked worried, both called to her. Angie
struggled. Who should she walk toward? Neither let go of her. Modern Cam glowed
brightly, and winked. “My pet needs me. Come back, love.
”

Regency Cam glowered.
“Lady-mine, stop this now. Or never again will I let you come like this.”

“Wake up, Angie.”

“Angelina. Open your eyes.”

“Angie…”

“Lady-mine.
Now, do as I say.”

“I don’t know who to go to. Who
are you? Why is this happening? Help me.” She couldn’t breathe. Her head was
spinning, and she needed something she couldn’t comprehend.

“Angelina.”

Her face was soaked and she
smelled the rancid cat’s pee once more and spluttered.
“
Yeuk
.
Enough already.”
Angie opened her eyes, realized she was no longer blindfolded, and blinked
water from her eyelashes.

Regency Cam stared back at her,
and wiped her face with a cloth.

“I can’t believe just how
violently you climax, lady-mine. It makes me scared to enter you.”

Angie considered his words as
she ascertained her whereabouts. She was lying on his bed, in the room she’d
passed
though
to get to the playroom.
“Happy, Sir.
Wet.” She could tell that by the dampness of
her pussy and thighs. “Wanting and begging for you to come in me. Then I’ll be
replete and ready to rest.”

He looked doubtful. However,
Angie noticed the light in his eyes, and a swift glance downward showed his
cock straining against his pantaloons. “Please, Sir?” She struggled to sit up
and tried to get off the bed to kneel in front of him.

Cam pressed her back onto the
pillows. “Not now.”

Angie pouted and he laughed.
“And a pet lip will not help one iota. Now rest quietly whilst I prepare the
room for sleep.” He patted her cheek once more and pressed a soft kiss to her
lips.

When Angie tried to deepen the
kiss, he drew back.

“Later, love. Let me ready us
for a good night’s rest.”

She watched as he undressed,
folded his clothes, and put them on a clothes horse before he opened the
shutters a little and snuffed the candles. Finally he shut off the lamp, and by
the moonlight showing through the windows, made his way toward the bed.

“Shuffle over.” He pulled back
the covers, climbed onto the sheets, and drew her toward him. “Lean on me and
rest.”

Angie did as he bade her. The
steady
thumpety
-thump of his heart was soothing under
her cheek, and the springy hair that covered his chest provided a comfortable
pillow. With a satisfied sigh, Angie curled one hand into the hair that circled
one hard male nipple and rested the other hand around Cam’s waist. Then she
closed her eyes and slept.

****

Cam watched his lover—his love
and his wife—gradually unwind, and slide into sleep. It was such a precious
thing, this total trust and acceptance of what he asked of her. She was his to
love, cherish, and protect against all things and all people. Now that
Rawcliffe
had been dispatched, life should be so much
easier. He looked toward the side of the pillow where Angel Dora was perched.
Such a small thing to cause so much upset.
He wondered if
his
grandmama
would have ever realized what trouble
her heirloom could cause. He rather thought not. He could hardly remember the
lady, except she was small and rotund, with white hair and a ready smile. She
smelled of rose water, and always pinched his cheek before he left her
presence, as well as giving him a silver sixpence. He rather thought she would
be aghast at the course of events, and tell him to get rid of the ornament. He
wouldn’t, of course.

 
As Angelina slumbered beside him and her
breathing slowed, Cam allowed himself to unclench muscles he hadn’t known he
possessed, and let his mind go blank and clear. He moved to bring her tighter
to him, and Angelina slept on. Her breathing was even, and each little puff of
breath she expelled teased his skin. Her hold was firm and her fingers were
tightly entangled in his chest hair, but gradually the hand that encircled his
waist began to slip downward until the tips of her fingers were scant inches
away from his cock. Of course that particular appendage reacted exactly as he
expected,
hardening and gathering liquid on its tip. That
was all he needed. A rock hard
pego
,
and sadly no way to soften it. Cam was well aware that
this close to Angelina, the only way to get that to happen was to come hard and
fast inside her. Something he wasn’t about to do.

With a wry shake of his head,
Cam resigned himself to a sleepless night.

He woke up when something
touched his cock and surrounded it. Something warm and tight and exciting and…
He opened his eyes slightly to watch Angelina lift up off him and lower herself
down onto his cock once again. The concentration on her face enchanted him. She
ran the tip of her tongue around her mouth and swallowed before she smiled.
A long, sultry, satisfied, cat-has-got-the-cream smile that made
his mouth dry.
Her nipples stood out proudly, and every time she tightened
and then loosened her grip on his
pego
, her juices
increased.

She closed her eyes and moaned
softly as her breathing and speed of movement increased, and she swayed
backward and forward, all without breaking her rhythm.

Cam wonder how long she could last.
He was oh so ready to spill into her, and only his iron will held himself in
check as he waited for the sign that she was on the brink as well.

Angie began to shudder, and her
movements sped up. Her breath became choppy and she panted and groaned as he
thrust upward into her.

“Oh Lord, I need, I want.” She
moved her head from side to side, and her honey curls danced around her skull.
“Cam, I have to, I must, let me, please let me…” She ended on a squeal as he
stretched out his arm as far as he could and nipped her
nub
. “Argh…
Yessss
…”

“Come for me, lady-mine, fly
again, but with me this time.”

He gave one more hard push
until he saw stars.

She screamed and he spilled
into her with a shudder and his own groans of completion.

Angelina’s head went back, her
body slumped on top of him, and then she let her head fall onto his chest. Her
breathing stopped.

“Angelina?” Cam shook her.
“Angelina, what’s happened?” He rolled her to one side, pulled out of her, and
knelt up next to her. “Angelina, lady-mine, my love—come back to me. Wake up
now. Enough, it’s time to wake up…”

****

“Angie, honey, wake up.”

Why was someone slapping her?
Something or someone flashed briefly behind her closed eyelids. They didn’t go
in for that sort of thing. Now if it had been a flogger on her ass, or…
“Dammit, give over.” Now whoever it was shook her so hard it was a wonder her
teeth didn’t rattle.

“
Do it now. He needs you. I’ve had yo
u
.
”

That sounded rude. There was a
chuckle inside her head. “
Oh, it was
perfect.
Now, back to realit
y
.
”

But what was reality? “
We were. Now you two are, and reality? Well,
just think about it.
”

“
Noooo
,
I want, I need…” Why couldn’t they both leave her alone to sleep? There was
time enough to work out what she had to do later.

“Now.
Enough is enough. Give me
Angel Dora, and let’s put her on the tree.
”

Tree?
I thought there was no such thing.
 

Angie thought long and hard.
She was correct.

The vision smiled and faded.
“Take care of u
s
.
”

Us?

Angie opened her eyes and
blinked. Where was she now?

“
You’re back where you belong now, lady-min
e
.
”

The room was bright and airy,
the furnishings comfortable and welcoming. No heavy velvet curtains, but cream
blinds and linen drapes.

Her Cam, her twenty-first
century Cam, looked at her and smiled. Worry lines crossed his forehead, and
his skin was grey.

“That’s better, you’re back.
God, love, I was so worried.” He stroked her hair back from her face. The
gesture was so familiar, she melted inside.

Angie considered his words.
Back from where?

“Hell,
love,
that
was the worst two minutes of my life. Seeing you there, calling
fucking
Rawcliffe
all names under the sun, and
threatening him with the cops.” Cam kissed her gently. “Are you okay?
”

Two minutes?
 
She needed time to process that statement.
Surely she’d been away for weeks? She focused instead on the other thing Cam
said.

“He’s going to the Caribbean.
Stuart.”

Cam nodded and lifted her off
the couch and onto his lap. “So he said, or he’d be in custody now. He babbled
something about an accident and you tripped, and he was trying to revive you.
Evidently that was why he had your angel in his hands.”

“Angel Dora? Where is she?”

Cam put the ornament into her
hands. Her wedding ring with its engraved hearts sparkled up at her. Angie
didn’t know whether to kiss it, Angel Dora, or Cam. She compromised by stroking
the ornament and cuddling Cam.

“We need to get her valued. I
think those stones might not be glass.”

Cam nodded. “They’re not, but I
didn’t know if you knew. Do you still want her on the tree?”

“Of course.”
Especially
now that Stuart wasn’t around.
Angie struggled up from Cam’s lap and
held out her hand. “Will you do the
honors
, please?”
She held Dora out to him.
“On our special tree.”

He kissed her and grinned.
“Who’s the Dom around here?”

“Well you are, Sir.” Angie
remembered something. “How long did you say was I out?”

“A couple of
minutes, no more.
It was like when you come, but without the screams and sighs. And
I wasn’t balls deep in you.”

A few minutes of now and a few weeks in my
dreams.
So did I really go back in
time, or was it all a dream?
Angie wished she knew.

Cam carried Angie in his arms
into their playroom, put her down on the bed, and lifted Angel Dora to the top
of the tree, above the nipple clamps and ribbons, and
Shibari
rope tinsel. “Here?”