Page 16 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Chapter 9

Kenzi could not help her gasp of shock as she stared at the meal that had been prepared and served on the table. There were foods she had never seen before, but they looked delicious. Standing to the side, she waited to see what Damon would have her do. When he took his seat at the end of the table, she did not join.

“So many things I want to do to you. So many things I want to do with you,” he said, his hand rubbing his cock through his trousers. She knew he was hard underneath them. He had probably been hard since the moment he walked down the stairs. “But first, I want you naked. Take off all your clothes.”

She lifted a hand to the hook that held her corset in place, and began to unhook it, her eyes on his as she did. The undergarment finally came free, and all she was wearing were thigh high boots, a garter belt, and a lace thong. She saw his hand clench on the table, and noticed the way his jaw flexed as he watched her strip. He was the one giving the orders, but she was starting to see the power she wielded in her submission. The garter belt went next, and as she threw it to the floor, she looked at him. Keeping her eyes on him as her hands went to the waistband of her panties, she slowly eased it down her leg, making sure the pink fold of her pussy was hidden from him as she did. He sat up in his chair, nostrils flaring in arousal. And when she used a finger to finally open herself up to him, showing him the pink pearl between her legs, she saw a small spasm travel up his legs. She was bending down to remove her boots, when she heard his chair move.

“Leave it,” he barked harshly, “and come here.”

She slowly walked towards him, his powerful gaze humbling and empowering her at the same time. He pushed the wrapped gift towards her.

“Open that,” he commanded, and sat back as she did.

Kenzi unwrapped the present, revealing a purple velvet box inside. She looked up at him, and he nodded his head. She opened the box to reveal two metal balls wrapped in satin. She looked up at him, confusion written all over her face. He replied with a smile. Standing up, he collected the balls from her, and walked her to the other chair across the table, then pushed her gently into it. She opened her mouth slightly when he pushed her legs open, widened her eyes when he leaned between them, then moaned when his tongue licked through her wet pussy. One hand came up to thumb at her nipples, and Kenzi wanted to place a hand on his head, push into his face and ride him to that release that seemed teasingly just within reach. But she knew better than that, and kept her hands to her sides. Her legs thrashed up and down though, and she could not stop the spasm in her legs when his teeth grazed her clit. His lips teased her lips, and she felt herself spill her essence into his mouth. Then his fingers were spearing into her pussy, working upwards towards that spongy spot that seemed to hold the highest concentration of nerves. But just before he reached it, just at that point when it seemed like her moans were at the loudest, the tremors wracking her body getting more violent, he suddenly stopped. His mouth was now covering hers, filling her body with another kind of pleasure and denying her the orgasm she was sure she was close to. As he kissed her, she felt the cold kiss of metal between her legs. Suddenly, her pussy was filled with the weight of one ball, and then the second one. He lifted his head and looked at her.

“One gift of many that I’ll be showing you tonight. Shall we eat?” He stood up and walked back to his chair.

Kenzi looked at him, wondering what his end game was. Then she shifted in her chair and barely bit back the moan that wracked her, as the balls shifted in her cunt. She tried to relax another way, and found that it didn’t matter how she tried to sit down, she could still feel the balls moving inside her.

He smiled at her across the table. “You are not expecting me to serve myself, are you?”

Kenzi looked at him, then got to her feet. And nearly fell back down as the balls jostled within her, stimulating her pussy and sending tremors through her whole body. As she stood, she looked across the table at where Damon sat back comfortably, still fully clothed. She tried taking one step, and still felt the hot flame of arousal lick through her. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to walk forward. But she couldn’t stop herself from moaning as she carved the turkey and served him, along with a helping of mashed potatoes. He opened the bottle of wine, and she poured two glasses, moving back and forth across the table to serve the both of them.

By the time she got back to her chair, she was breathing fast and her legs were shaking non-stop. She picked up the fork and looked at him, watching as he took his first bite. Kenzi had no appetite for the meal in front of her. Nevertheless, she picked up her fork and began to eat too.

“If I had not invited you over,” he started to ask, taking a sip of his wine, “what would you have done?”

“Stayed home and eaten leftovers,” she answered honestly, happy for the distraction. “Maybe catch a program on TV.”

“Sounds kind of boring. Now, aren’t you glad I’m giving you a Christmas you’ll never forget?”

Kenzi could not help but think that there was a note of finality in his words, and she suddenly felt miserable at the idea that he would tell her to leave and he’d forget her.

“Have you given any thought to my offer about coming to work for me?”

Kenzi thought of asking him ‘in what capacity?’ but she just shook her head instead.

“Use your words, Kenzi,” he admonished her.

“No, Sir,” she said, just a little harshly.

His eyes blazed with banked fury, then he seemed to collect himself and she wondered what he was thinking.

“Okay, how about you ask me something. Anything,” he said.

She looked at him, then picked up her glass of wine and took a sip as she wondered what to ask him. She finally lifted her head and looked at him. “What do you want from me?”

“What do I want from you?” He smiled at her, and she suddenly felt foolish.

“I mean I know what you want from me today, tonight. But after that, what happens?”

“What do you want to happen?” he asked her quietly, and Kenzi had no answer. Not that she didn’t know what she wanted, but it was more that she did not know if they both wanted the same things. And it didn’t matter what she wanted, unless he wanted it too.

When she refused to answer, he cleaned his mouth with his napkin, then dropped it and looked at her. “If you asked me that question, I’d probably not know how to answer you. But now, now I want you. It is that simple. I saw how George looked at you, saw the way you teased him and it was at that moment I knew that while I am happy with anyone looking at you in all your beauty and glory, I’ll kill anyone who ever puts a hand on you. You think this is a one night thing? Then think again, because I’m not even close to starting with you Kenzi. I’m hungry for you, and I don’t think it is the type of hunger that ever goes away. Does that answer your question?”

Kenzi looked at him, his desire for her energizing her. Now she knew she would do anything he wanted her to do, because she knew that while he had control over her body and will, she also held a little bit of him in her.

“Am I the first person you’ve brought here?” she asked him, looking at him. Not in a way that questioned his authority, but in a way that told him she needed to know this for her peace of mind.

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