Lacey Alexander [The Twelve Quickies Of Christmas Book 10 ] (2 page)

And if she sat here thinking sappy thoughts like this for even a minute longer, spending the whole evening with him would be pure torture, so before Kelly could come up with a snappy reply, she hurried the conversation to a close. I have to go.

Just one question first.

What?

If you ve known the guy for four years and been flirting with him for a month, and this is the first time he s ever suggested a private evening for the two of you, don t you think assuming nothing will happen is a little hasty?

Maybe Kelly made sense, but Amy couldn t get her hopes up now that she d found the strength to make the decision to move on. She answered succinctly. No.

Well, then, one
more
question. If you re so determined nothing s going to happen tonight, why were you nervous enough to call me?

Good question. Too good. She answered with a small growl of frustration, speaking through clenched teeth. I said I have to go. I ll talk to you after Christmas.

With that, she disconnected the call, shoved the phone in her purse, and got out of the car.

Despite Kelly s arguments, she was still determined to put the last few wasted weeks of lust behind her, and with that thought firmly in mind, she tucked her cookie tin under one arm and rang Cole s doorbell.

It s open. Come on in.

Amy sighed. He couldn t even be bothered to answer the door? It solidified her theory that he saw her only as a friend a very casual,
mi casa es su casa
kind of friend.

Reaching for the knob, she eased the door inward, surprised to find the lighting so dim when she stepped inside.

The first thing she spotted was the fire blazing in the small hearth in his living room a toasty welcome from the typical Chicago winter dropping snow on the suburbs outside.

The second thing she noticed was Cole sprawling comfortably in an easy chair.
Wearing
nothing but his Santa hat
.

Amy sucked in her breath, felt dizzy. What the hell ?

His cock was even more majestic than she d fantasized, jutting like a stone column up past his navel and onto his washboard stomach. He absently stroked it with one hand, like he might casually pet a cat at his side, and his eyes twinkled brighter than the lights on his Christmas tree when he gazed up at her.

She could only imagine the look of utter shock on her face. Forcing her opened mouth shut, and shoving her cookie tin onto the nearest table before she dropped it, she simply stood and stared.

Would you like to sit on Santa s lap, little girl?

Her heartbeat dropped to her cunt, seeming to pound, pound, pound against the crotch of her jeans. Part of her wanted to ask him if she was dreaming. And part of her wanted to make sure he hadn t started on the eggnog without her and forgotten who he d invited over tonight.

But the biggest part of her knew not to look a gift Santa in the cock, so without saying a word, she crossed the floor toward him.

The fire warmed the room, but Amy knew the heat invading her senses came directly from him, emitted from the sexual glimmer in his gaze, the lazy confidence of his pose, the unspoken power radiating from his tremendous hard-on.

Easing down onto his bare thigh was, surprisingly, just as intimidating as it was arousing.

Even as a wave of pleasure echoed outward through her pussy and ass, turning her nipples to solid pebbles against her bra, being so close to him and the magnificent erection between his legs felt like cuddling up to a sleeping lion that might awaken and overpower her at any moment. She hoped he couldn t feel her tremble as his arm slid around her waist, as she draped her own around his broad shoulders.

He looked up into her eyes. What do you want for Christmas, Amy?

She couldn t resist meeting his gaze, licking her upper lip, and glancing down at his cock.

That.

His seductive smile sent another surge of wetness through her cunt. Well, Santa would love to let you have it, hard and deep, but first you have to answer a very important question.

Have you been naughty or nice?

The question made her flush with fresh warmth as she let out a giggle and cast him her best playful look. Well, I m afraid I ve been a very bad little girl lately.

His gaze never wavered. What have you done that s so bad?

For the past month I ve been lusting for you, and wearing lace panties underneath my elf dress just hoping you d peel them off, and thinking incredibly dirty thoughts about you day and night.

His grin managed to stay unerringly sexy even as it turned a little sheepish. Santa s sorry it took him so long to figure that out.

And exactly what tipped Santa off?

A little birdie named Lisa told me. The woman, also from their office, took the Santa photographs at the mall. Amy had confided in her one day over lunch, and she was suddenly very glad Lisa couldn t keep a secret.

Unfortunately, though, he went on, his grin fading, naughty little girls have to be punished before they get what they want for Christmas.

Amy bit her lip. Punished how?

A wicked grin took over his expression as he shifted his gaze to the Christmas tree next to the chair. Santa has some presents for you to open.

Glancing beneath the tree, she saw four gifts, wrapped in elegant red and gold foil. The sight made her suck in a deep breath. It meant this wasn t an impulsive act on his part he d been planning it. She looked back to him. I hate to break it to you, Santa, but gifts don t sound much like punishment.

You haven t seen the gifts yet.

A thrilling dart of uncertainty shot from her chest down to her womb. She studied his eyes, which were slowly turning from playful to something more serious and forbidding. When next he spoke, his voice was deeper, commanding. Sit down on the floor, near the gifts.

Amy didn t move. She really liked it just fine where she was now that she d grown used to his imposing nude presence, she didn t particularly want to leave his sturdy thigh.

Do it, he snapped lightly, making her flinch. Her pussy spasmed as she hurriedly rose from his lap and knelt on the floor next to him.

He pointed toward the nearest gift. Open that one.

It looked like a sweater box, but she had a feeling it contained something much more interesting. Chills of anticipation ran up her arms and down her spine as she slowly unwrapped the gift, finally taking the lid off the box and spreading the tissue paper inside to find a red velvet corset and a pair of red stockings. Despite the lushness of the velvet, the silver clasps that snapped it shut along with the silver rings on the garters said it was lingerie designed for obedience.

Her chest tightened with excitement, making it difficult to breathe. He hadn t been kidding about punishing her. It instantly brought back a part of the conversation they d shared that one intoxicated evening when he d grilled her on her tastes in bed play.

How do you feel about domination and submission? he d asked.

Before he d posed the question, she d never had any interest in it, but imagining it with him had instantly sounded intriguing, so she d said, For a guy I really liked, I d be willing to experiment with it.

So it appeared they d experiment with it
together
.

Then again, maybe Cole did this all the time. Maybe he d mastered being a master, which would mean the only person who didn t know for sure what would happen here was her.

Another little shiver edged up her spine, radiating outward through her limbs, as she thought,
Don t act nervous, even if you are. Don t be shy or embarrassed. Embrace this
.

Go put it on. He pointed to the next room.

Her heart pounded a mile a minute as she gathered the corset and stockings, then stepped into his bedroom and turned on a lamp. As she stripped down to her plain white underwear, she glanced in the mirror above his dresser and was suddenly very glad he d provided the lingerie for the evening.

Shedding her bra and undies, she wrapped the plush corset around her, securing the metal hooks and pulling the laces tight. A perfect fit, the corset accentuated her hourglass shape and thrust her breasts nearly to her chin. The lush velvet barely concealed her nipples and the garment s silky lining rubbed against the taut nubs, making them harder still.

Next she pulled the silken stockings slowly up her legs, attaching them to the garters suspended from the hip-length bustier. It was only as she glanced toward the mirror once more that she realized she hadn t opened a pair of panties to go with the ensemble. Every pore of her body seemed to tighten at the realization. She dropped her gaze in the mirror to her clean-shaven slit, gaping open to reveal her hungry clit and pussy lips. It looked pretty, and oh-so-ready, and she couldn t wait to show it to Cole.

As she began walking toward the living room, the elastic garters slid against her hips and ass, creating a lovely bit of friction on her sensitized skin. The tight corset hugged every curve, clinging deliciously to her stomach, waist, and breasts. By the time she stepped through the doorway, she felt like the ultimate Christmas toy for Cole and she didn t even need to be unwrapped.

* * * * *

Cole could have sworn his cock grew another inch at the sight of Amy in red velvet. Her honey blonde hair fell in soft waves about her shoulders. Her luscious breasts, before now just shadows of cleavage or mounds hidden beneath sweaters, were on proud display from her rosy areolas up, their ample curves pushed high on her chest. Between the red straps of the garters, her hot, bare pussy glistened for him. He d never pictured Amy as the kind of girl who would shave her pubic hair, yet only a small tuft of it remained above the naked lips of her sweet cunt.

Every ounce of his body was super-charged with her acquiescence now he only hoped she d agree to
all
his requests. He d spent the last year with the wrong girl, and when Lisa had told him Amy had a crush on him, he d at first felt dumb as a stump, but just as quickly had been hit with the feeling that she was the
right
girl. For now, and for a lot longer, too. Her compliance with his sensual game so far bolstered that feeling.

He wanted desperately to lower the red velvet and suck on her nipples, wanted to ram his cock deep into her lovely pink pussy. And it would be all too easy to lose control at the very sight of her, but he had to restrain himself. Holding back would bring them both more pleasure in the end, and God, how he wanted to bring her pleasure.

Very nice, he said, before pointing to another gift. Now open that one.

He watched intently as she kneeled by the tree and ripped the paper off the next box, discovering a pair of black leather thigh high boots with four-inch heels. Boots made for fucking. Judging from the slight heave of her breasts within their velvet confines and the instant anticipation filling her gaze, she liked them. She glanced at the side of the box, then raised her eyes to his. How did you know my size?

The same way Santa knows what to get for all boys and girls. Magic. Actually, he d peeked in her bag when she d bought a new pair of shoes on their lunch break last Saturday.

She offered a soft smile. What next? Her voice came out heated, breathy, her excitement beginning to build just like he wanted it to.

Bring them to me, he instructed.

Taking the tall boots from her hand, he placed one on the floor in front of her. Curling his hand warmly around her nylon-clad calf, he helped her ease her foot down into the soft black leather. With painstaking movements, he tightened the laces, inch by inch, drawing the boot snug to her ankle, calf, thigh. Tying a bow at the top, he lowered his mouth to her thigh, delivering a gentle bite just next to the garter. She let out a light moan that traveled straight to his cock.

He laced her into the other boot in the same slow fashion, aware that she watched his every move, felt his every touch as he bound her into the leather. When he was done, he lifted his gaze to her face. Walk over to the fireplace. Let me see you.

As she strolled across the room, the tight, high boots made her shapely legs look a mile long. It might be Christmas Eve, but she sizzled hotter than the fourth of July. Pausing by the hearth to let him study her from behind, she wiggled her bare ass ever-so-slightly, then turned and made her way back, her hips swaying, her eyes filled with unmistakable heat. She stopped directly in front of him and he studied the curve of her cunt, as well as the pink clit jutting out, waiting for attention. Attention it wouldn t be getting for a while yet, according to his plan of slow but intense arousal.

Even so, he reached out, unable to resist gently cupping the nude mound in his palm. She shuddered as he raked his fingertips over the ultra-smooth skin. He pulled his hand away and looked up into her crystal blue eyes. Only bad little girls shave their pussies.

Her gaze was glassy, sexy, expectant. Then that proves just how bad I am. I should definitely be punished.

Cole pulled his legs together, his cock still standing at full attention, stretching up over his abdomen. m going to have to give you a spanking, naughty little girl. Bend over my knees.

Instantly, he found her soft curves stretched across his thighs, her round ass centered over him as she used the arm of the chair to support her upper body. Damn, just feeling her heat against him sent another furnace blast of excitement to his cock.

You ve got a pretty ass, he said softly, then brought the flat of his hand down hard across one cheek.

She cried out, a sound he perceived as half pain-half pleasure, and the slight sting to his palm echoed up through his arm, down through his torso.

He slapped her ass again, hard, and this time her cry was definitely a hot groan.

Tell me you re bad, he ordered.

When she didn t respond right away, he struck her ass again. Tell me.

Oh, spank me, Santa, she cooed in an utterly sexy voice. ve been a bad little girl.

Spank me hard.

His cock stiffened even further and he rewarded her with more arousing whacks to her lovely ass, where a red mark had begun to appear in the firelight.