Page 20 of All I Wank for Christmas

“Yep.” He closes his eyes and hums like he’s watching the Tanners screw in their fuck dungeon. He blushes and smiles a bashful smile when he opens his eyes. “They’re interesting. Nobody knows about the fuck room, though. Darryl even did his own framing and drywall.”

“I have to see this.”

“We can’t. I have gifts to deliver.” He points to the front door.

“I know that, but we can slow time down a little, right? There’s no way I can leave this house without seeing a real-life sex dungeon.”

His eyes darken, and I know what he’s thinking. I’m thinking it too. How will I stand in a sex dungeon without touching him? I’m playing with fire if I let him lead me into the Tanner sex dungeon and do something. Would he tie me up? Spank me? Do they have whips and floggers? Cuffs and ropes? Somehow, the idea of him touching me in their sex room turns me on like I haven’t been laid in years. My already uncomfortable tights suddenly feel wetter and downright stifling, like they’re choking my legs. My bra tightens as my nipples push against it. Something visceral happens to my core as my stomach burns and clenches with something akin to nerves.

Probably nerves.

God damn me to hell, but I want this man’s hands on me. I want his mouth on me. I’d let him tie me up or tie me down. I don’t care. I want to see a real sex dungeon, and if he makes a move on me while we’re in there, I’ll go with it. He could do whatever he wants. He’s intoxicating.

Without thinking, my hand touches his leg. He startles but doesn’t pull away. He stares at my hand a second, then covers it with his own warm hand, trailing his thumb up to my wrist. His fingers are masculine and hard against my soft skin.

He inhales deeply. “A few minutes can’t hurt, right?

“Come on,” I say, getting up from my seat. I grab the same hand that was just touching me and pull him to what I hope is the door leading to the basement. “We’ll be out in two shakes.”

I guess correctly with the door, and Jasper’s boots are heavy on the wooden basement stairs behind me. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I put my hands on my hips and look around, confused. There’s a den and what looks like a storage area, but I don’t see anything like a sex room. “Where is it?”

“It’s behind some stuff in the storage room,” Jasper says, walking in front of me. He pulls a string in the storage area, and a bare lightbulb blinks to life. “It’s in there.”

I follow where he points and gasp when I see a little outline of a door. It’s something even a plumber or electrician would miss if they did work down here. It’s a small cutout of drywall that looks like someone replaced the drywall and didn’t do a very good job. Jasper walks to it and pushes his fingers around the cracks until he gets a good grip on it and pulls the door away from the wall. “After you,” he says, waving me into a hidden room about the size of my living room and flicking the wall switch for the lights.

I blink a few times and stare. I don’t know what I imagined, but it wasn’t…this.

A full-size disco ball hangs from the ceiling. The walls are red, and neon lights of purple, red, white, pink, and blue point at the disco ball. I squint from the flashing lights around the room and look away at the furniture until I get used to the strobe-like effect. The fact this is someone’s suburban basement and not a Berlin discotheque is surreal.

There’s a queen bed under the disco ball and mirrors surround the bed on three sides. Against the wall is something that looks like a wide workout bench but I’m pretty sure isn’t used for lifting weights. A nearby wall hosts floggers, a whip, and all manner of restraints, including handcuffs. There’s even a ball gag. “Who wears this?” I ask myself, not really expecting Jasper to answer.

“Darryl when he plays bottom.”

“You know, it’s going to take a long time for me to get used to you knowing that stuff.”

“Sorry. I’ll try not to freak you out even more than you probably already are.” He picks up a nearby remote that was lying on the bench. “What do you think this does?”

“No telling.”

He flicks the remote, and the lights dim. It’s a welcome relief. Only the purple track light shines against the disco ball now. Jasper presses a couple more buttons and soft music comes through hidden speakers in the wall.

I turn in a circle and spin right into Jasper’s arms. “Care to dance?” he asks, whisking me around the room to the soft music as I laugh.

“This is not exactly what I thought it would be.”

“What did you envision?” he asks.

“A rack like in old dungeons. Maybe one of those tie-down tables you see in horror movies.”

“Nope. You get disco balls and fuzzy handcuffs. I like to think the disco ball was Kristin’s touch.”

He pulls me closer and my breath hitches. Slowly, I raise my eyes to look at him. His eyes are hooded and dark. His jaw is clenched, and I feel something else throb against me through the Santa suit. “You got to see the sex dungeon. Is there anything…well, is there anything you want to try while we’re here?”

I sputter, and it comes out like a cough. “Jasper, are you asking if you can whip me?”

He grimaces. “I don’t know about that, Holly. I’m worried I’d hurt you since I’m not exactly trained in knot tying and proper flogging technique.”

“I think the pain is kind of the point.”

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