The Christmas Feast Read Free Page A

hall and pushed the dining room door open with his foot. Neil stopped, setting her on her feet.
    Gazing up at him, her vision still hazy from the after effects, she noticed the shit eating grin he was giving her.
    He wasn’t done yet .
    They hadn’t planned out the night.
    Marie had just said—surprise me.
    She’d been so sick of rules, plans, and schedules. Getting everything done before date X only to find there’d be something else coming up on date B—had been stressful.
    Her legs barely held her own weight. Neil’s fingers lazily trailed up and down her spine.
    “You alright?”
    Her lips curved up on the corners and she nodded. Marie’s body felt alive. The tiny aches and the swollen sensation between her thighs like Heaven.
    “Lay out on the table for me, kitten,” he whispered.
    His gaze was focused, and it stirred the sensation of vulnerability inside her once again. Her tongue ran over her bottom lip and dipping her head once, she complied.
    Marie turned around, her body hummed with anticipation. Her nipples were so sore, her cheeks slightly pained, and her legs like Jell-o.
    She needed this pain.
    She deserved this pain.
    The table was set as if someone was going to dine. Only there were no plates, no silverware—just a glass of something and a napkin. Her body now on high alert she climbed on and shifted until she lay on her back.
    “All the way at the end, kitten.”
    Panic froze her in place.
    Gazing down at him she locked eyes with him. She didn’t want to kill the scene. Marie really didn’t want this night to end—but she wasn’t going to allow him medical play. Not yet, it was too much, too big—and as much as she trusted him, she wasn’t sure she could allow him to do something she only allowed her doctor to do once a year.
    Starting to rise up on her elbows, Neil’s palm slammed against her chest between her huge breasts.
    “NO! You will lie down kitten, and you will listen or I will take you back down to the dungeon,” he scolded. “Is that clear?”
    Her safe word rested on the tip of her tongue. All she would have to do was leak it out and it would all stop. Marie sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips together. Willing her body and mind to totally trust that he wasn’t going to push her over an edge she wasn’t ready for—she lay back. Taking in deep breaths she allowed Neil to pull her down the table until her ass nearly hung off the edge.
    “Spread,” he demanded, giving her thighs a firm smack that went right to her clit, eliciting a whimper.
    Marie watched Neil between her legs. His breath teased the tender folds of her swollen pussy. A single finger slipped through the wet slit. He brought that finger to his lips and sucked. Sucking in a deep breath she shivered. Neil noticed the jerking motion and a slight curve lifted on his lips. He leaned forward. His mouth nearly pressed against her mound. Marie whimpered and shifted closer. Neil moved back when he saw her needy gesture.
    Neil shook his head slowly at her. A look of disapproval reflected in his eyes. Her fingers curved and bit into the hard oak of the table. That same table made by his grandfather. They had always talked about playing with it, using it. The sturdy wood was perfect for their type of extracurricular activities. Neil came to stand next to her; he had a white table cloth in his hands. Unfolding the simple household item he spread it out over her body from head to lower belly.
    Holding her breath, her heart thundering in her chest, she panicked until she felt the icy needles of a Wartenberg wheel run over her collar bone through the sheet. In her mind, she knew what he used to get that sensation. Yet, her body rebelled. Tiny mewls erupted from her lips; her back arched and pressed the dangerous toy against her flesh once more. Her fingers bit into the wood harder. Marie could feel her pussy dribbling down her slit, a tiny itch started to threaten against her tight, puckered little