Page 15 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

“I’m making it your place,” Damon said, a hint of humor in his voice. But at the same time he made it clear he was demanding an answer. “Kenzi, get up and face me.”

She swallowed, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She thought about standing up and just making a run for it. But in the end, she rose to her feet, and turned around on her heels to look at the two men. George was a handsome young man about her age, wearing a chef’s outfit. She could barely meet his eyes, but when she finally struggled to do so, the force of arousal that could be seen there almost had her reeling back. It was empowering to see she could have such an effect on someone. Even more powerful when she realized he knew that no matter how much he wanted her, he could not claim her. Her breasts had fully slipped out of the hold the corset had on them, and her rosy red nipples were in full view. She watched Damon stride forward to wrap his hand around her waist, possessively drawing her close while the whip dangled from his other hand.

“So, tell me George. What do you make of her?”

George swallowed, and then in a thick voice, gave his reply. “I don’t think I’ve ever laid my eyes on a woman sexier or a sight more beautiful than that. I think you, Sir, are a very lucky man.” His gaze traveled from her erect nipples to the area between her legs, his throat working feverishly. Then he seemed to catch himself, and blushed crimson red. “I’m really sorry if I crossed any line, Sir.”

“Don’t worry, George. I’ll let you know when you do.” He covered one of her breast with his hand, his palm scraping her nipples, and Kenzi shamelessly moaned and leaned into it, emboldened by the gaze of the man across from her. He could want and watch all he wanted, but he could never have her.

“If I push you to your knees...” Damon whispered into her ear, his voice low enough for only her, “if I demand you take my cock into your mouth and suck while George stands over there and watches, would you do it?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She did not bother whispering, her gaze locking on his eyes, showing that indeed, she would.

“That’s my girl.” He patted her on her head, then turned back to George. “That will be all for today, and give the staff my apologies for making them work on Christmas.”

“No need, Mr. Dawson. The bonus you gave us more than makes up for it. Have a lovely day,” he said, bowing slightly as he left. His gaze moved to take in one more sight of Kenzi before he did. Feeling naughty, Kenzi stared at him as he did, and then reached down to grab Damon’s crotch, and rocking into it. The blanched look that crossed George’s face was worth it, and Kenzi found herself laughing as she watched him run out of the room.

“I think you scared him,” Damon commented with a wry smile.

“I don’t think scared people can run out of a room with a stiff cock.”

“You ready to eat?” he asked her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said with a smile, looking towards where she assumed the dining room to be.

“Hold on one minute,” he said. Then he walked to the Christmas tree and picked a box. He stretched out his hand for her. “Let’s go.”

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