Page 14 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Chapter 8

Kenzi swallowed deeply as she exited the limousine Damon had sent to pick her up, nodding slightly at the valet. That and the fact that she was standing in a discreetly gated mansion that clearly screamed money would have been enough to alarm her, if she had not spoken with Debbie the night before and gotten the full account of who Damon Dawson really was. Turns out, the supermarket was the least of Damon’s business ventures, which was saying a lot since it was a local franchise with about five other stores in the state. He also had a vineyard, a tech development company, and a million other things that Debbie had no idea about. The summary of it was that the finger that had driven her to an explosive orgasm could also cut a check for a billion dollars. That information was enough to make Kenzi freak out, and she was considering pulling out of going to see him.

Then a package had arrived that night, along with a note that warned her of the consequences of reneging on her promises. After reading the note, written in what she knew was Damon’s beautiful handwriting, she wanted to disobey that explicit order, just to see if he really could do - and make her do - all the things he had outlined in the note. In the end, she had followed the instructions to the letter, almost. Luckily, Debbie had gone off to join Jimmy in celebrating the holiday, her effort to convince Kenzi to do the same falling on deaf ears. Kenzi did not tell her what she had planned for the day, only that she was going out. But it seemed that her friend was too excited about her budding relationship with Jimmy to notice her evasiveness.

So there she was, in a knee length overcoat and thigh-high boots, being led towards an ornate silver door with Christmas decorations hanging on it. The valet opened the door, and waved her in with a flourish of his hands, bowing his head slightly. Taking a deep breath, Kenzi walked into the house and discovered it was even more impressive than the outside. A gigantic Christmas tree stood in one corner of the room, numerous Christmas gifts under it, and she wondered who they were for. The room itself was large; gigantic chandeliers with their bulbs dimmed dropped from the ceiling high above, providing the only lighting, and leaving the room partially dark at the corners. A spiral staircase led to the second floor of the house, and fancy artwork decorated the walls. The room décor was clearly expensive and beautiful, but Kenzi could see that it lacked a feminine touch. For a brief moment, she wondered if Damon had ever been in a long-term relationship with anyone. That he had never been married before had come as a shock to her. Then again, she rationalized, considering what turned him on, it was possible he had not found someone who wanted to share that kind of life with him. She stopped herself before she could ask if she would be willing to. That was one door she was not ready to open anytime soon.

Already, she was getting impatient as she waited for him. She thought about taking a seat, but didn’t know how that would look to him when he came in. So, she remained standing, with her hands crossed demurely in front of her.

After five minutes of standing and doing nothing, her nerves were already on edge. She found her breathing getting heavier with every passing second, anticipation building in her gut until she wanted to scream and beg him to stop this mental torture. Then she heard footsteps descending the stairs, and lifted her head to catch her first glimpse of him for the day. He quite simply took her breath away. The dress shirt and slacks he wore would have been considered casual. On him, they were the perfect combination of regal and relaxed. Silver studs glinted on his cuffs and she realized they matched the silver earrings that adorned her ears. These, along with the silver choker around her neck and bangles on her wrists, had come with the package delivered the night before.

Her eyes followed him down the stairs, watching him come closer and closer until he was standing so near to her, she could have drowned in the scent of his cologne. It was powerful, but not overbearing. Just enough that Kenzi knew it was more his proximity to her than his scent that was causing her to go lightheaded. He reached for the hair she had spent hours working on arranging and had held in place with an oriental clip, and with one flick of his wrist, had it tumbling down her neck, across her shoulders, and down to her chest.

Then he said his first words. “I thought I was very clear in my instructions.”

His tone showed he was disappointed in her, and Kenzi dropped her head down. “I couldn’t do it. I swear, I wanted to, but then your chauffeur knocked at the door, and I could not stand him to see me like that.” She lifted her head, and a brazen look crossed them. “And if you like me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t want any other man to see me that way.”

He said nothing at first, but then suddenly fisted his hand in her hair, yanking hard until she yelped in pain. “What I want is your obedience, total and complete obedience. I told you to come to me dressed like that because I wanted it. I wanted you to walk out of your house and down to the car looking like that. So that anyone who saw you would know you belong to someone else... to me. I wanted you to walk down those steps with your eyes down, as I knew they would be, unable to see the hungry and jealous gaze in every eye that you passed. This is not about what you think. It is about what you are ready to do to satisfy me, and I know you want to satisfy. Don’t you Kenzi?”

“Yes, Daddy, I want to satisfy you,” she said, ashamed as a tear slipped from her eyes. She would have gone to her knees and pleaded for mercy, but his hand in her hair stopped her.

“Take it off,” he finally ordered, letting go of her hair.

Kenzi reached for the belt that held the coat together, and pulled the knot to unravel it. The coat fell open, and a small shift of her shoulders had it falling even lower, until Damon reached out and pulled it off. The sharp intake of his breath, the flaring of his nostrils, the lust and appreciation in his gaze; all of this made her wish she had done as he had instructed, and wore the outfit without the coat.

She wore a cream-colored corset made of lace and gathering at all the right places until her breasts bunched on top of it and her waist tightly cinched beneath it. It barely covered her breasts, rising just enough to hide her nipples, and leaving a generous amount of her cleavage in plain view. A garter belt of the same color connected the corset to her boots, and under this, she wore a lace thong.

“You look so good, I’m thinking I should let your earlier offense slide,” he said, his hand staying by his side but his eyes dancing all over. She gave a sigh of relief, when his lips curved in a wicked smile. “But what is the fun in that.”

She stared at him, wondering what he was going to do to her. “Kneel over there.” He pointed to the low table in the middle of the room. “And place your forehead against it.”

She walked slowly, kneeling down in front of the table and dropping her head until it was resting lightly against it. The table was very low, and her ass was pushed high into the air.

Kenzi heard the sound of nylon being ripped, and guessed Damon was opening one of the presents. When the sound of a whip crackled through the air, she wondered if that was what was in all the presents under the tree. A cold breeze blew across her ass, and she waited with bated breath for him to commence her punishment. It was not the first time a whip would be used on her. But Barry had a heavy hand, and she always waited for the inevitable push of his cock into her cunt, that indicated the end of the whipping session. She was not expecting to get any pleasure in this either, but if it would make Damon happy with her, she was more than ready.

“Are you scared?” he asked, his gentle tone contrasting with the tension in the room. She wondered how he always managed to read her so perfectly. “Don’t be. I’ll always be here for you.”

She didn’t move, just stayed still, as she waited for the first lash. Then moaned when she felt his finger stroke her cunt through the material of her panties, taking his sweet time to make sure every single cell in her pussy was up and roaring. His thumb flicked her clit to life, and the essence that spilled out from her was collected on his fingers. She heard him suck and her stomach clenched.

“What do you want Kenzi?” he asked her, stepping close enough that he cast a faint shadow over her.

“To please you, Sir,” she answered honestly, want and desire thick in her voice.

“Good,” he said, moving the whip across her ass. Kenzi felt leather, and she also knew it had more than one tail. Still, she was unprepared when the first lash fell across her ass, creating a red welt she could not see. But she felt it, and yelped in pain, stopping herself at the last minute.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “you have my permission to scream as loud as you want.” And as if to make sure she complied, the whip fell on the other cheek, creating a similar mark to the first. She cried out, her eyes stinging. The third stroke landed dangerously close to her clit. It had all the whip of the first two, but was not as painful, and in the haze of arousal that shot up Kenzi’s cunt, she realized he had pulled the whip at the last moment, stimulating rather than hurting her there. But she was not allowed to dwell on that for much longer, as the whip again landed painfully, just below the curve of her ass, making her cry. Damon went like that for a while, a couple of painful whips that had her crying out, and then his touch teased and stimulated her cunt. By the time he got to the thirtieth stroke, tears of pain and pleasure were pouring out of Kenzi’s eyes. Her ass was red all over, and the inside of her thighs were wet with her juice. Her pussy was so sensitive, even the air that flowed around her was enough to make her moan and gasp.

“Good girl,” Damon said, and she felt proud. Proud and horny. She wanted to beg him to fuck her. To use his cock or mouth on her, drive her to climax with is fingers. At this point, she would even accept the whip, if it would prove sufficient to drive her over the edge.

She suddenly heard a door open, and stopped herself just in time from lifting her head to see who it was, knowing that it would only draw Damon’s ire. She was well aware of how she looked though. Her ass red and in the air, her pussy partly visible from behind. The whip in Damon’s hand. Her face grew red from the shame of it, and she was only happy that her face could not be seen from up.

“George,” she heard Damon say to the newcomer. “Are we set and ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she heard a male voice say, and wondered what he thought of the sight of his boss whipping a woman. Then she mentally kicked herself as she realized this would not be the first time he would have done this. The wave of jealousy that overtook her was so cloying; Kenzi had to take a deep breath.

“Good,” she heard Damon finally say, and realized that she had missed their whole conversation. At least George, whoever he was, was finally going to leave. Then she heard Damon say, “George, what do you make of her?”

“Oh, not my place to say, Sir.” George sounded a bit embarrassed. Not as much as Kenzi though, who had gone palely red.

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