Page 65 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Good girl. And another.” He swipes his fingers on my leg, crawling up the bed. He trails his lips over my waist, across my stomach.

With the barest of pressure, he skims my breasts, dragging that kiss caress up to my neck until his lips meet mine.

I kiss him, wanting even more.

Even through the slight thud of my post-orgasmic high, I want even more.

And maybe it’s because I trust that he’ll stop me from going too far, that I know I’m going to beg.

“Please, Noel. Please make me come again. Please.”

He kisses my brow. “Of course, Holly. I love how your eyes get dark, and your toes curl before your body bows to the orgasm. I want three more.”

It sounds like too much and not enough.

I’m making those mewling sounds as he shows me the vibrator.

He turns it on and sets it against my breast.

The vibrations are soft and fluttery and I’m arching against my cotton bonds.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” He turns off the vibe, skims it along the underside of my breast and grasps my nipple between his fingers.

Ah! The tug of pain is refreshing and narrows my desire to a point.

“Please use the vibe on my pussy.”

“Good girl, Holly, for asking so sweetly.”

I close my eyes, basking in his praise.

And then the vibrator is in me, the weight sure and comforting as he turns it on.

My clit is so sensitive from the previous orgasms that it doesn’t take much. Noel grins at me. As I stretch my neck, the vibrations shoot through my core.

Exploding in a mess of heat and need and ache, I scream.

“Too much! Oh too much!”

“Good girl for coming, Holly. You can give me two more.”

I don’t know if I can.

“I can’t!” I reach for him.

“Yes, you can, Holly. Be a good girl, and give me your orgasm.”

Noel’s fingers plunge into my core. The pain-pleasure rolls through me. I’m panting with need and the ache of the intensity.

I close my eyes against the tide that is pulling me back into the pleasure, and I open them. Noel has moved the vibrator, so it’s right against my clit.

His hand presses against my thigh. “Look at me, Holly.”

I meet his stare, and my heart leaps out of my chest. Because in this moment, I want to be wholly his.

I can’t deny or ignore that commanding tone, the way he looks at me with the expectation that I am going to do exactly what he says.

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