Wicked Christmas Eve Read Free

Andrew's Cross with colorful Christmas lights, a male sub on his hands and knees wearing reindeer ears in a cage shaped like an animal, and a mistress in the naughtiest toy soldier costume she’d ever seen.
    “You’re staring.” Cyrus had shifted, placing his mouth right at her ear.
    “I-I’m sorry. It’s just so—”
    “I call it festive,” he finished for her.
    Over the top. Maybe even crazy. Megan kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t want to acknowledge the fact her pussy burned hotter the more she saw.
    Fortunately for her, he led her to a small bench. “On your knees, pet.”
    Curious as to what he was up to, Megan complied and dropped to the floor in front of him. At this angle she found herself face-to-face with his leather-covered crotch. With an unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric, her mouth watered, and she found herself dying to touch him. What would he taste like?
    Cyrus picked up a red sack from the floor. She watched him withdraw a handful of condoms and long strips of red silk.
    “Open my pants and pull out my cock.” The tone of Cyrus’ voice deepened, brushing against her with dark desire.
    She pulled at the button of his pants, hoping he wouldn’t notice her shaking hands. After a brief pause to calm her racing heartbeat, Megan wrapped her hand around the thick, hard stalk of his penis and pulled him free. Immediately her gaze was drawn to the bulging crown. A small bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip. Without thought, she leaned forward and licked away the moisture.
    “Whoa. Not so fast. Here, put this on me.” He handed her a condom in a bright green festive wrap. “Do you have any allergies?”
    Megan shook her head while she ripped into the small foil package. She was so damned eager for his cock she pushed the latex along the length of his rigid flesh.
    “Hands behind your back, beautiful.” He walked behind her and out of sight.
    With her muscles quivering, Megan did as he asked and crossed her wrists at the small of her back. The cool touch of the silk ties he carried caused her to jump. She held her breath while Cyrus wrapped the restraints around her wrist several times before he tied them off.
    Cyrus fisted her hair and walked around her. The edge of pain did nothing to dissuade the pressure building inside her. She leaned forward and captured the tip of Cryus’ erection between her lips and sucked hard, the taste of peppermint exploding across her tongue.
    “You should have waited my instructions, pet. Now I’ll have to punish you. But first, I’m dying to see what you look like with your lips wrapped around my dick.” He pulled her hair and forced his cock deep into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, and Cyrus withdrew to the tip. She breathed through her nose, and he pushed his way inside once again.
    Megan licked and sucked to the best of her ability. She glanced up through her lashes and froze at the tight lust evident on Cyrus’s face. Sweat beaded across his brow, and strain lines showed around his eyes and mouth. Deep satisfaction swelled inside her. He had her hands tied behind her back, his hand holding her head still for his driving cock, and it was her who affected him. Not that she was unaffected. Her insides trembled, and her pussy ached for him to fill it.
    She whimpered, the sound startling her. They both froze. His cock swelled, giving her the impression he was about to come. Instead his hand fisted tighter, pulling her hair until her eyes watered. She sensed he teetered on the edge of control, and she had the crazy desire to push him over. Her tongue darted forward and licked the underside from root to tip.
    “That’s enough.” He slid from her mouth.
    Megan stared at him through her lashes and licked her lips. She had a feeling she’d remember what he tasted like for a very long time to come. From now on, the taste of peppermint would forever remind her of Cyrus Jackson.
    “You taste like a candy cane, and I’ve always loved