Page 3 of Snowed In with the Lumberjack
“Good,” I say simply, then pick her up and throw her over my shoulder as easily as if she were a scrawny rag doll.I spank her ass again as I carry her to the bedroom, reveling in her shriek.Hoisting her back over, I dump her unceremoniously on the queen-sized mattress of the luxurious four-poster, canopied bed.“Close your eyes, hands above your head, wrists together, and stay,” I command.
My voluptuous beauty nibbles her lower lip and nods, complying to my will like a good girl.“Like this?”she asks.
“Perfect,” I say.“Just like that.With a deviant grin, I watch her for a moment, admiring her form, before turning on my heel to undress the pretty, festive Christmas tree in the corner of the open-plan living area.As I make short work of unraveling the rainbow-colored fairy lights and tinsel, my gaze falls upon the fridge, and recalling the treats Belinda had set out for herself earlier.I have a decadentlydeliciousidea.
Chapter Three
Belinda
I hear Max return to the bedroom and dutifully keep my eyes closed, partially from the threat of another spanking, but mostly out of pure titillation and desire.This man who’s old enough to be my father may yet betray my kindness and hospitality, but until then, it seems he’s determined to ravage me.And despite my trepidation, I’m surprisingly all for it.I’ve never had a one-night stand or hooked up with random men before, but what red-blooded woman wouldn’t want to be ravaged over the holidays by a sexy stranger?
“No peeking, princess,” he warns as I feel him climb onto the bed.Taking my wrists he secures them above my head.
My heart races with anticipation and a lump forms in my throat.Oh, my God!I’ve never really had the chance to explore bondage before, and the presented opportunity only gets me wetter and sends a thrill of excitement through my veins.
My Dominant visitor moves to the bottom of the bed and presents me with a new command.“On your knees,” he says.
Having already had my ass eaten out and my clit played with, I feel no shame as I roll over, my eyes still closed, and get back up onto my knees—bearing my weight forward on my forearms as I present my ass high in the air—waiting with bated breath on tenterhooks for what happens next.
“Good girl, Belle,” Max praises as he takes one of my ankles and secures it to the bedpost with what can only be tinsel.“You’re doing so well.”
The glittery, scratchy, plastic fibers tickle me, and I giggle to myself, my hair spilling off my back in a waterfall to whisper around my shoulders.
“So, you like a tickle, hm?”he says, his deep, husky voice sending thrills over my skin as he secures my remaining ankle.“How about I tickle that sweet, juicy pussy of yours as I fuck the shit out of your tight ass?”
The mere thought has me as aroused as it has me riddled with anxiety, but desire wins out over fear any day of the week and I sway my ass for him—beckoning—getting comfortable resting on my arms.“Yes, please.Please fuck me, Max,” I answer with more conviction than I imagined I could muster.
Max growls and spanks my ass again.My skin glows hot with the heat of his strike as he rises from the bed to strip off behind me.“I love it when you beg, princess.”
The mattress shifts under me and without warning I feel something solid slap my face, something other than a hand ...shocking thehellout of me.My eyes fly open, and a gasp falls from my lips as I’m confronted with a beautifully cut and erect cock.Max is on his knees before me, his gorgeous cock pointed directly at me, threatening yet promising.
“Suck it like a good girl,” he coaxes.“Make it nice and wet so I can fuck that perfect ass of yours.”He grabs me by a fistful of my hair and tugs my head back, gazing down into my eyes with a pussy-quivering intensity.“I said,” he emphasizes, “suck it.”
With no other option, I obey.The feeling of being pleasured and robbed of my sense of control has me panting with wanting.Opening my mouth, I stretch out my tongue to taste him as he leans closer.
“Give it a nice clean, princess.It’s been a long day.”
