Happy
Sizzling Sunday!
To
warm things up, today I have a spicy excerpt from my BDSM holiday
erotic romance A
Contract for Christmas.
Definitely not vanilla!
By
the way, you could win a free copy of this book, just by leaving a
comment on my post from last Friday.
Enjoy!
Blurb
This
Christmas,
Santa
demands
more
than
milk
and
cookies.
Isabella
plans
to
surprise
her
husband
and
master
Greg
with
an
intimate
Christmas
Eve
dinner
for
two.
She’s
left
with
only
her
fantasies
of
Greg’s
dominance
to
keep
her
company,
though,
when
a
blizzard
strands
him
at
an
airport
a
thousand
miles
away.
Then
her
husband’s
best
friend
James
shows
up
at
her
door.
Over
the
past
year,
Greg
has
invited
James
to
participate
in
some
of
their
kinky
scenes,
but
Bella
has
never
been
alone
with
the
sexy
entrepreneur.
Should
she
let
him
in
and
risk
surrendering
to
his
quiet
authority
without
her
master’s
permission?
Greg
resolves
her
doubts
in
an
unexpected
phone
call,
ordering
her
to
fulfill
James’s
every
desire.
Ever
obedient,
Bella
complies,
and
James
rewards
her
with
a
night
of
soul-searing
pleasure.
When
Greg
returns
on
Christmas
morning,
he
appears
unfazed
by
her
powerful
new
connection
to
his
friend.
Instead,
he
offers
Bella
an
outrageous
gift,
one
she’s
not
sure
she
dares
accept.
Excerpt
I
thought
he’d
kiss
me—I
even
closed
my
eyes—but
instead
he
forced
me
toward
the
floor.
“Crawl
to
the
bedroom,
Bella.
Now.”
He
landed
a
swat
on
my
upturned
butt.
The
sting
set
me
moving,
though
obviously
not
fast
enough
for
James,
since
he
continued
to
spank
me
the
whole
way.
The
wall-to-wall
carpet
in
the
hallway
rubbed
my
knees
raw,
and
the
parquet
in
the
bedroom
bruised,
but
I
didn’t
care.
My
only
goal
was
to
satisfy
my
new
master.
On
my
hands
and
knees
by
the
side
of
bed,
I
waited
for
his
next
command.
James
switched
on
the
recessed
ceiling
lights,
which
provided
a
dim,
soothing
illumination.
He
surveyed
the
room.
“As
I
recall,
you
keep
your
toy
box
in
the
guest
bedroom.
But
I’d
be
surprised
if
you
didn’t
stash
a
few
restraints
and
such
in
here,
too…”
He
rummaged
in
the
drawer
of
the
bed
table
for
a
moment,
then
held
up
a
set
of
fur-lined
leather
cuffs.
“Just
as
I
expected.
Up
on
the
bed,
Bella.
I
want
you
on
your
back,
with
your
arms
over
your
head.”
I
was
in
position—one
of
my
favorites,
to
be
honest
—almost
before
he’d
finished
speaking.
“You
seem
commendably
eager
to
obey,”
he
commented
as
he
cuffed
my
wrists
and
clipped
them
to
the
curlicue
brass
headboard.
“Greg
certainly
has
you
well-trained.”
Considering
the
circumstances,
I
didn’t
think
that
observation
required
any
response.
He
captured
my
feet
in
matching
restraints,
then
forced
my
thighs
apart
so
he
could
bind
each
ankle
to
a
corner
post
with
Velcro
straps.
It
took
no
more
than
sixty
seconds
for
him
to
immobilize
me.
As
he
stood
back
to
admire
his
handiwork,
I
wondered
for
a
moment
where
he’d
acquired
those
skills.
Had
he
and
Greg
trained
as
dominants
together,
or
was
their
mutual
interest
in
kink
only
a
happy
coincidence?
Either
way,
I
was
the
lucky
beneficiary.
“Are
you
comfortable,
Bella?
No
pain?”
In
fact
my
hip
joints
protested
a
bit
from
being
spread
so
wide,
but
that
was
a
small
price
to
pay
for
the
luscious
sense
of
exposure
enforced
by
this
position.
The
pose
elevated
my
breasts,
brazenly
presenting
my
erect
nipples.
My
pussy
gaped,
displaying
my
slick,
swollen
labia
and
engorged
clit.
Juices
leaked
out
to
drip
down
the
crevice
between
my
ass
cheeks,
flowing
over
my
still-stretched
rear
hole.
Helpless
and
horny,
I
was
ready
for
anything
he
might
want
to
dish
out.
“None
that
I
can’t
handle,
James.”
“Oh
really?
Guess
I’ll
have
to
ramp
up
the
volume.
Just
a
minute…”
Stripping
off
his
shirt
with
typical
economy
and
ease,
he
folded
it
on
the
vanity
stool.
His
jeans
followed.
Before
he
set
them
down,
he
extracted
his
belt
from
the
waist.
“I’m
going
to
want
this,”
he
said,
laying
it
alongside
my
outstretched
body
so
I
could
smell
the
leather.
“And
these,
of
course.”
He
dropped
five
or
six
condoms
onto
the
bed
table.
I
couldn’t
help
laughing.
“How
many
times
do
you
plan
to
fuck
me,
James?”
He
kneeled
between
my
legs,
his
engorged
cock
bobbing
as
he
moved.
“As
many
times
as
you
can
handle,
woman.”
He
picked
up
the
belt,
running
it
over
his
palm.
“Then
I’ll
fuck
you
some
more.”
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