After last week’s vanilla release, I’m back to my usual tricks with a BDSM-flavored snog from my holiday ménage tale A Contract for Christmas. Want your own copy? Just leave me a comment with your email and I’ll enter you in the drawing.
And when you’re done here, do head back to Victoria’s place. She’s got an extra kinky Sunday Snog, too!
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Merry Christmas!”
Greg’s voice dragged me awake. The brightness made me blink. For a few minutes, I couldn’t focus on the figure towering over the bed.
“Um—Greg? You’re back!”
Joy sang through me. Then I realized where I was—lying in a bed that reeked of sex, with my arms around another man. Guilt descended, threatening to smother me.
James still slept, oblivious. I extricated myself from his embrace, tumbled out of the bed and sank to the floor at Greg’s feet.
“Sir…I’m so sorry, sir...”
“Sorry for what, minx? Didn’t I order you to put yourself at James’s disposal? It looks to me like you followed my instructions very well.”
He raised me to my feet and drew me into a kiss. His bold mouth was familiar and yet shocking, after so many kisses from James. I let him take me over, relieved to find he wasn’t angry. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d betrayed him.
“I missed you, Greg. I let James use me, as you ordered, but it wasn’t the same…”
My husband ran his fingers through my hopelessly tangled hair. “I should hope not! Wouldn’t make much sense to have two masters if they were exactly the same. I’ve always believed that variety is the spice of life.”
He set me at arms length and looked me over. “Impressive marks on your thighs, I must say.”
My cheeks flamed as I remembered the ecstatic pain James had bestowed upon me.
“Turn around. Oh my! A paddling too, if I’m not mistaken.”
“You’ve always had a sharp eye, Greg.”
I turned to see James propped up on elbow, sporting a self-satisfied grin.
“Ah, Merry Christmas! So, was our Bella a good girl for you last night?”
James sat up straight and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Despite the night’s exertions, he sported an impressive erection. “The very best.”
He reached out, pulled me against him and planted his lips on mine. The kiss was brief but wet, with plenty of tongue. How different he tasted from my husband! Meanwhile, his fingers slithered between my sticky thighs to tease my clit.
“James, don’t!” I squirmed away, unwilling for Greg to see how easily his friend controlled my body.
My husband arched an eyebrow. “You’re refusing him? I ordered you to submit.”
“That was last night.” Backing away from James, I bumped into Greg. He strapped an arm across my chest, taking the opportunity to tweak a nipple. “Greg—no, please…”
“Now you’re objecting to my attentions as well? What’s got into you, Bella?”
James stepped forward, pressing his body against mine, until I was sandwiched between them. His rigid cock prodded my belly. “I’d expect you to be deliriously happy,” he said. “You’re such a lucky woman, with two strong masters just dying to get their hands on you.”
Greg’s evergreen cologne mingled with stale sweat from his long plane trip. James smelled of cum and pussy. Their scents combined to trigger new moisture in my pussy. I sighed and surrendered, sinking into their heat. “You’re ganging up on me!” I protested, as Greg circled my anus and James palmed my breast. “It’s not fair.”
“Who ever said BDSM was fair? I think she needs to be punished, James. Taught her place.”
“I agree,” my husband’s friend replied. “But can we do that later? I’m desperate for a shower.”