Page 17 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

I could soak in this woman’s confidence all night. The LSAT, the entrance exam to law school, is challenging for many. I know guys who failed it several times. The fact that Holly picked herself up and went for it, is super impressive.

“Yeah. But I thought Phil…I don’t know. I thought I could be vanilla.”

“Then you realized you couldn’t?” I keep my voice soft. I know how this goes because I thought going to work and providing for Claire was enough, and I was a lucky bastard that she was open to indulging in my kink.

“Yes.” Her voice is a whisper, but she stares at me as if challenging me to leave.

“I came here to escape and to reconnect with my old life. I lost my wife three years ago.”

I hate saying those words. I hate the cold shiver of grief that worms its way into my body.

“That must make your Christmas suck.”

I love her honesty, and it makes me smile. “Yeah, it does, but this place and our kinky restaurant is a haven from life, and I wanted to take a few days to indulge. You asked me if I eat dinner with all of our guests. You’re not an ordinary guest, Holly. I find you attractive, and I want to indulge with you.”

There, I put it on the table, and it’s up to her to pick it up.

“What do you have in mind?” Her chin juts out, challenging me.

I study her like I do when I make a deal with anyone, wondering if she is sincere or if she’s playing me.

“How about this? For the next five days, we play, indulge our kinks with each other and enjoy each other’s company.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a little “O.”

“I am not into impact play, nothing that marks. I like it light and fluffy with a touch of pain–only a touch, and I will not apologize for that.”

This gorgeous woman shouldn’t have to apologize for a single thing, though I wonder what her asshole ex-Dom did to her. But I don’t need to know the details to respect her boundaries.

“Light and fluffy is exactly what I need. What about a hand spanking?” I take my fork and feed her another bite, watching her brow furrow slightly as she works out her thoughts.

She accepts my bite of food, slowly chewing and swallowing, and I like that she’s patient and takes her time.

Everyone has a different range of what they consider to be a touch of pain, and I want to know all about her limits.

She shifts in her seat in the most appealing way, giving me my answer. “To be toppled over your knee? I don’t hate the idea. Well, maybe a little.”

“I can work with that.”

“Good.” She nods as if the deal was sealed. “What do you like?”

“To give pleasure and praise. To have my way with a woman who tells me what she wants. That’s what I like.”

She fidgets with her table settings. “You asked me if there was anything on my try list.”

“Yes?” I brush my hand along her arm.

“I thought…please don’t think it’s ridiculous.”

Her confidence, when it’s on full, is dazzling. Her vulnerability reels me right into my protector side, and I want to hold her.

“Holly, I’ve been in the lifestyle for fifteen years. I was a Dom to my wife, and we tried a lot of things. I’ve seen things at my brother’s restaurant that made me blush. The dungeon here is designed to cater to a lot of different tastes. I won’t judge you.” I lean back, trying to make myself as non-threatening as possible.

“Puppy play,” she spits out, her eyes downcast.

The whispered admission causes my pulse to race.

I am so proud of her. “Good girl.”

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