Page 76 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“I’m going to go celebrate. Are you going to celebrate with that girl you met?”

“Woman, and yes, I am.” I take a seat in the empty dining room.

“Good. See you soon,” Evan hangs up.

A project I set out to create has come to fruition and it’s fine. I’ve long since known that I am more energized by the pursuit of something than the actual having of it. Spinning the candle holder on the table, I wonder for a moment how Claire would have reacted. She probably would have shrugged and smiled.

Though she liked socializing, she preferred to live our kink behind closed doors. Claire didn’t see the attraction of Sinful Bites, was kind of shy about being public with the lifestyle.

My heart tugs, with a pang. I will always miss my wife but the thought of telling Holly about the sale of the neighbouring farm heats my blood.

I know she’ll get the relief and excitement that comes when you finally get that person to sign on the dotted line to give you what you want.

Laughter breaks my solitude from the hall, guests have started to make their way to the dungeon. Pauline’s tall frame is clad in a latex suit, she grins at me and waves.

Are you ready? I text Holly.

Coming down now.

My palms are sweaty. I’m feeling as nervous as the first time I asked a girl to prom but I wait at the bottom of the stairs.

My mouth goes dry. She’s wearing a lacy red corset that lifts and shapes her breasts in a most pleasing way and a short black skirt made out of see-through material. I can see her matching red panties.

Her long hair is in a loose braid, flowing down her back and her pair of black stilettos completes the look and makes me want to throw her over my shoulder caveman style.

“Good evening, Mr. Brennon.”

“Good evening, Holly.” I lean down to brush my lips over hers. She tilts her head, giving me more access and I devour her with a deep kiss for a long, lustful moment.

“I can’t wait.”

“Me too.” I smile at her and we walk to the dungeon together.

Inside she grabs my hand, leading me towards the dance floor. “Dance?”

“Yes.” Though I can’t remember the last time I’ve danced. Probably back in those prom days. But Holly moves effortlessly to the music, her hips sashaying in time with the beat.

Holly’s face is bright with excitement and she presses next to me. “So what’s the plan?”

I grin. “I give you such a good night you agree to go to dinner with me on the second of January.”

Her smile wavers, she touches her neck as if to feel for the collar that isn’t there.

“Noel, I…”

“I know,” I whisper into her ear. “You don’t want long term commitment, but we did agree we’d see where it goes and that’s all I’m asking for.”

That kind of makes me a liar because I want more than that with her.

She dances away for me for a beat, then spins back, grabs my waist and grinds against me in step to the music.

I laugh and match her step for step.

I’m committing to memory how free she looks right here, with her head tilted to the lights, her palms cupping my ass cheeks, the feel of her breasts against my chest.

The song shifts and I take her hand. “That was a great warm up. And I hope you’re warmed because it’s time to cool you down.”

“Is it?” She bites her lip, her eyes are bright.

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