Jack's Christmas Wish (8 page)

His balls drew up and he came with ferocity.

She did as instructed. Her greedy throat swallowed around the head of his cock, making him jerk and twitch.

He let go of her hair, and helped her to her feet.

“Get back on the bed on all fours.” Damn, he wanted to taste her. Letting her sweet juices explode on his tongue.

He flipped over on his back, situating himself between her legs. “I want you to lower yourself to me. I need to taste you.”

She lowered her pussy to his face, allowing him full access to her delicate folds.

He flattened his tongue and licked her from her tiny hole to her clit, getting an answering mewling noise. He grabbed her by the hips, grinding her slit up and down his face, flicking his tongue on her clit with each glide. “Damn, you taste good, baby.”

She gyrated her hips, grinding down on his face. “Please, touch me, Sir.”

He couldn't leave her wanting. He obliged her plea, plunging two fingers inside her just as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He finger fucked her in and out in quick strokes, making her come all over his face, screaming his name. He lapped at her delicious cream like a starving man.

He was rock hard again and ready to fuck her. Only, somehow, it felt different. Not like a casual fuck, but more like the beginning of something special. That was ridiculous thinking. He just couldn't risk his heart yet. What if it didn't work out, or she didn't want to live the submissive lifestyle. His woman would have to be submissive all the time, not just in the bedroom.

He flipped them over, grabbed a condom from the table, slid it on and plunged in to the hilt. “Mmm. Lissa, you feel so fucking good.” Her wet heat enveloped him, making him regret the latex barrier. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and pumped in again.

“Ah, ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.” She lifted her pelvis meeting him thrust for thrust.

“That's it, babe. Give me all you've got.” Her eyes left his for a brief moment, looking where they were coupled. He followed her gaze, seeing his cock stretching her, pumping in and out. The only sounds in the room were that of heavy breathing and wet flesh slapping flesh. The rich musky scent of sex permeated the air.

“Look at me and only at me,” he reminded her. He wanted to see those chocolate eyes melt as she came again. He was getting close, so he dropped one leg and used his hand to rub her clit in small circles. Her eyes rolled up in her head and then her body went rigid. She squeezed her thighs tight together as she fell over into oblivion.

Damn, he hated that he'd missed her eyes as she came. He'd have to punish her for that.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

He felt the tingle in his spine, pumped into her two more times and came, roaring his release. He lowered her leg, reluctantly pulled out and rolled off of her.

“Lay right here. I'll get a cloth and clean you.”

She nodded.

He walked to the bathroom, ditched the condom, wet a washcloth and returned to her. He carefully cleaned her taking care not to abrade her clit. She was still aroused.

She moaned her pleasure with each touch.

He wondered how much she would enjoy her punishment. He grew hard thinking about it. He hadn't thought it possible to go all night, but with her it was easy. She was something special, he'd known that when he'd seen her in the green elf outfit.

He put the cloth down on the bedside table and went to his toy table. He picked up a tube of lube and a small butt plug and headed back to her.

“What is that?” Her eyes were as big as saucers looking at the plug.

He held it up. “This is a butt plug. It's your punishment for disobeying me.”

“What did I do wrong now?” She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

He smiled, she looked like a pissed off kitten. “First: you didn't look at me when you came and second: you're having an attitude with me now. You can use your safe word and all of this will stop, if you wish. Or, you can get back on all fours and proceed.”

She paused for a moment then flipped over, sticking her ass in the air.

“Good girl.” He squeezed a glob of lube on his finger and smeared it on her tiny puckered hole. He swirled his finger around her entrance and pushed in.

She hissed through her teeth.

“How does this feel?” He pushed his finger all the way in, brought it out and pushed in again.

“Ah, it hurts a little, Sir.” She tensed up, clamping down on his finger.

“Don't tense up, sweetheart.”

She blew out a breath relaxed.

He fucked her ass in and out with his finger then added a second. He smiled, when he felt her backing up against his hand. He scissored his fingers in her ass, stretching her for the plug. The butt plug was smaller than he was, but it would get her muscles ready for his entry.

“Here comes the plug. I'll take it slow so it doesn't hurt too much. Just relax for me, babe.” He pushed the tip of the plug in and out, getting her used to it.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, there's so much pressure. It stings and feels good all at the same time. I've never done this before.” She breathed in heavy pants, with moans mixed in. It was music to his ears. He went in a little deeper each time, until he felt the pop of her inner muscles. “You're doing great babe.” He pulled the plug almost all the way out and pushed back in one last time.

He couldn't wait until it was him inside her. He wouldn't be gentle though and she needed to be prepared. He found himself wanting to put his ankle bracelet on her, claiming her as his. He shook that thought off and concentrated on the task at hand. With the plug fully seated, he could hold her for a while getting his strength back. He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. He felt the plug rubbing against his groin, giving him a hard-on, knowing he would be there soon. He would take her where no man had ever taken her before. He would be the only man to take her there.

What in the hell am I thinking? I won't be her last lover. Will I?

He shook that thought off and held her.

Lissa didn't know when she fell asleep or how she could've with the plug in her ass. Nevertheless, she woke up in the arms of her Christmas fantasy.

The way he commanded her body was amazing. He took complete control and made her feel like a precious gem. No man after him would ever measure up. Somehow he knew everything she'd ever fantasized about. Almost like he read her mind. Although she couldn't help the eye thing, she was happy with the punishment.

“You're awake.” He rubbed her arm, then snaked his under hers and cupped her breast in his hand, bent his head down and kissed her shoulder.

“Mmm. Yes. I'm awake.” She rolled into him, giving him better access.

He took her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. Then he released it, rolling it between his fingers. Damn, the man was good. Unlike her previous lover, who treated her body like a remote control pushing random buttons, trying to get it right. She often sang the children's song in her head.
The nipple bone is connected to the clit bone. The clit bone is connected to the orgasm.
The man had serious problems with patience. Unlike Dereck, who would take all the time in the world with her.

She wanted him to hold her and make love to her every night. She pulled away from him. She didn't want him to see it in her eyes. She knew he would too. The man didn't miss a thing.

She felt him stiffen behind her. “Why did you pull away?” His voice was filled with power.

Yep, the man didn't miss a thing. She didn't have an answer for him. What would she say?
I don't want to be your Christmas fantasy. I want to be your world.

She felt a lump forming in her throat and hot tears in her eyes. She refused to let them fall, but she couldn't bear to look at him or they would. She had to remain detached.

“I asked you a question, kitten.” He pulled on her shoulder to get her to face him.

“Please fuck me, Sir.” It was the only thing she could think of. She couldn't answer his question. She had a feeling if she lied he would know instantly. At least if he fucked her it would be from behind.

He huffed out a breath, but reached down and pulled the plug out and added more lube. That sensation felt so good. She imagined him filling her ass over and over again was going to rock her world.

“Are you ready?” He lifted her leg over his and waited for her to answer.

“Yes Sir.” She felt the blunt head of his cock at her puckered entrance. She blew out a nervous breath and relaxed her muscles.

“Dammit, you're tight, babe.” He grunted and pushed in one excruciating inch at a time.

“Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Please?” she screeched. It felt so good and bad at the same time. He was much larger than the plug. It was so much pressure she didn't know what she wanted. Did she want him to move or be still? She didn't know. She needed his help.

“Let yourself adjust and I'll move.” He gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Yes Sir. Yes Sir. Ohmigod.” She swallowed hard and blew out a ragged breath. Okay, she needed him to move now. She knew this for certain. He must have known too, because he did.

“Mmm. Yes. This feels so good.” She finally felt the pleasure of this act. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Like her insides might melt from the heat of it. She felt like she might explode from the pleasure. She would have an orgasm of epic proportions. She found her new favorite sexual act.

“Harder please, Sir.” She arched her back, giving him better access, making him go in deeper. She felt a strong arm wrap around her. His hand went straight for her pussy. He filled her with two long fingers. She could feel the pressure between the two holes through the thin wall of tissue. She was going to come, but she didn't want this to end. When he rubbed her clit with his thumb ,it was all over. Her orgasm sideswiped her, crashing over her violently like a rogue wave. She could swear she left her body for a moment.

“Derek. Derek. Oh God. Derek!” Her body shook and twitched fiercely.

“Oh, shit, Lissa I'm coming!” He pumped three more times and came, spurting his hot seed inside her, claiming her.

Fuck

He had just marked her as his. He hadn't used a condom. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to have her in his bed making love for real.

He pulled out slowly, missing her heat already. He could live in her heat forever. Get intoxicated from her body. And dare he think it ... he could love her.

After coming down from the orgasm of his life, he realized she was shaking. He pulled her into his arms to warm her, but she kept trembling. He heard a small sob fall from her lips, alarming him. God, he hoped he hadn't hurt her.

“Lissa, what's wrong sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”

She sniffled. “N-n-no, I'm f-fine.”

He chuckled soft and low and kissed her hair. “Turn over, love. Talk to me.”

“Don't call me that.” She turned to face him.

He was puzzled. What had he said wrong? “Don't call you what?”

“L-l-love.” Her body shook ferociously. Tears streamed down her face and he felt like an ass. “We need to get you cleaned up. Come on I'll carry you to the shower.” He stood by the bed, scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the small shower. He turned on the shower, found the correct temperature and held her in the spray. He soaped up a washcloth and washed her body thoroughly. He grabbed the shampoo and poured a liberal amount on her hair. He massaged her head as he cleaned her, getting answering moans. He rinsed her watching the rivulets of water run through the valley of her breasts. Damn, if he wasn't getting hard for her again. By the time they were done she had regained her composure. They needed to talk. The only way this could work is if they were completely honest with each other.

He grabbed a fluffy towel dried her off, dried himself off and walked her back to the bed.

“What are we doing now?” She sat with her shoulders slumped and a weary look on her face. Dammit he wanted to take that look away. He wanted to see the smile she had on her face at the skating rink.

“You're going to lay here while I go fix you something to eat. I'm starving, and I know you have to be too. Get some rest. I'll be right back.” He tucked her in under the covers and watched her sleepy eyes close. When her breaths became slow and even, he left her to sleep so he could think and fix some food.

He pulled on his pants and headed for the kitchen. He paced the length of the room for a while wondering how this could work, if it could work. She cried when he called her ‘Love’ and it had just slipped out. He never called anyone ‘Love,’ except Melody. It felt good to call her love though. He didn't feel any anxiety or insecurity. It just felt natural.

Finally, he decided to make breakfast. It was nearly daylight now, and she would have to go soon, although that left him feeling hollow. For the first time since his wife died he felt something for a woman. That had to mean something right?

He cooked scrambled eggs, bacon and toast in a flash, placed it on a tray along with some juice and returned to her. He hated to wake her, but she needed to eat. He shook her lightly and her sleepy chocolate eyes opened, melting him on the inside. “Here you go, babe. Sit up and eat.” He placed the tray over her lap and he sat on the edge of the bed. They both practically inhaled the food, starving after their sex-a-thon.

“Thank you, Sir.” She dabbed the corner of her mouth with the napkin.

“You don't need to call me ‘sir’ now.” He leaned forward kissing away a crumb she'd missed. She didn't pull away. That had to be a good sign.

“Thanks, Derek. That was really good. I needed to eat.” She took a sip of juice and put the glass back down. She looked down.

That was seriously irritating him. He couldn't read her if she didn't look at him. “Look at me, Lissa.” He tilted her chin up with his finger. Her chocolate eyes met his and he saw it. The flash of uncertainty, the same he was feeling.

“Talk to me, Lissa. What's going through that pretty mind of yours?” He brushed her bottom lip with his thumb, getting a tiny gasp from her.