WARNING: ADULT (18+) EXCERPT
“If there is no joyous way to give a festive gift, give love away.” ~ Author Unknown
~ Jen ~
Christmas Eve arrived with a whisper. “Good morning, Angel.”
Blinking at first, Jennifer slowly opened her eyes. The sweet sound of her lover, her Master, softly speaking in her ear provided a reassuring comfort.
As she ran delicate fingers over the matted lids to wipe away the crust of sleep—a restless sleep peppered with unfinished dreams—she yawned. Long gone were the nights spent unstressed and uncomplicated to rest for eight hours or more. She stretched her arms above her head, and shifted position under the warm cocoon of cotton sheets and down comforter. Slowly rolling onto her back, before settling onto a side, she glanced up and saw him staring back with a satisfied grin. The kind of wickedness that made tingles of arousal pulse through her body.
“You’re awake.” Chris Bryant stood at the edge of the bed. His smartly tailored business appearance always set her heart aflutter.
“Good morning, Sir.” Jennifer smiled. Those intense brown eyes that pierced through to her soul stared back at her. No matter how exhausted, the sight of her Master always made the worst of nights a joy to wake up to every morning.
She loved to gaze upon his muscular frame molding the crisp white shirt to his chest. Or, the black trousers that skimmed the strong long legs and wrapped around her tiny body, and she never tired at taking in his handsome facial features.
“What are your plans for today, Angel?” Taking a sit on the mattress beside her, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“Same old stuff.” She touched his lips with her fingertips, tracing the edges. “Chris, what’s wrong? You seem deep in thought.” This was one of the few times she came out of her role as slave and spoke openly. Over the past year he’d relaxed their protocols and she wasn’t sure she liked it. He told her until the financial situation changed they wouldn’t have a twenty-four/seven relationship like before.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he murmured.
Pressing her hands on his chest, she pushed back. “That’s good to hear, because before I leave for my shift, I plan on doing naughty things to you, Sir.” Pretty much the same she did every day—make love, pick-up around the apartment and head off to work.
Once a well-paid, sixty-to-seventy-hours-a-week kind of gal, she worked as an accounts representative at a brokerage firm. Unfortunately, the economic downturn in recent years finally snagged her position. New York might’ve been the center of the financial world, but finding work in her field, given the recession, turned out to be impossible. She began to search for anything to help bring in her share of household expenses. Unfortunately, the best she found included bartending for the lunch crowd at Elliott’s near Wall Street.
Chris’ experience mirrored hers. He had a job, but nothing like the arbitrage position he had when she first met him. Jennifer met Sir at a negotiations meeting between his company and hers. They locked eyes across the conference room table and six months later were deep into the relationship, a power exchange which fulfilled both their needs and desires.
After giving up her own apartment, she moved into his high-rise and started a new life with a man she fell deeply in love with. He offered a way to express her need to relinquish control of her personal life, which had been disastrous and almost non-existent before he came along. Up until a year or so ago, they had a perfect life.
“I won’t be home as usual. I want you to meet me at Rockefeller Center. I have plans for us.”
“Tonight? I don’t know, Chris. I may need to work extra hours because we need the money.” This wasn’t role-playing and calling him Sir, but real life dealing with her Chris. Money was tight and she recognized to go out to a first-rate restaurant for dinner or whatever he planned would be limited. They could barely afford to leave the zip code, let alone travel downtown to indulge in anything fancy or extravagant.
Chris snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “We’ll be fine. I’ve been putting in extra hours, and got a lead on a new position opening over at my old firm. I sent in my resume to Human Resources a few days ago, but they won’t hire until after the first of the year. I don’t want you to worry about any of this, Angel.” He kissed the top of her head as he ran his hand through her long brown tresses.
She sighed. “I trust you’ll take care of us, Sir. I’m feeling a little guilty for not helping out more, financially at least.”
“Angel, that was never our arrangement, remember?”
“Two years ago things were different. Times are tough right now. We’ve downsized everything. From your beautiful apartment to this tiny place, no going out every night, taking the subway instead of taxis, so what more can we do?”
Even though their living situation experienced dramatic financial decline over the past year and a half, Chris’ ingenuity offset much of the hardship. He showed her the nuances of using grocery coupons. She rediscovered sewing and kept their wardrobes in good repair. The gym membership went by way of the dinosaur, so Chris took to the pavement running every other day to stay in shape.
“Trust me to take care of you, Jen. Always.”
“I do trust you.”
After a few moments of silence, lying in his embrace, she knew she had a lot to do before leaving for the restaurant. Jennifer ran her fingers along his chest and pushed back, changing her mind about playing. “We can finish this tonight. You need to finish getting ready and I have things to do.”
“Mmm, yes we do.” He glanced at the nightstand clock. “I have a little time before leaving for work.”
A sparkle came to his cappuccino-colored eyes and she knew what he meant. I guess we do have time.
Two fingers moved and lifted her chin. He wore an expression of love and trust that filled her heart. Last night they played for hours before falling asleep, sated in each other’s arms. The sleep didn’t last long, as she awakened several times, and tossed and turned, the anticipation of the morning arriving kept her mind racing with the plan she’d initiate.
Without warning, Chris rolled to his knees and knocked back the bedcoverings, revealing her nakedness. Jen loved when he was fully dressed and she naked, vulnerable, and exposed for his viewing. She was his to do with what he wanted, when he wanted and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Let me see what belongs to me.” He paused as he raked his eyes over her body. “Absolute perfection,” he said with a little growl. Pride welled inside her heart. He straddled her thighs. “Hands above your head.”
Anticipation and excitement filled every cell. This was the way to wake up every morning. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to lay flat and not propped on the pillows. He lowered his body, covering her mouth with a fierce kiss. His tongue traced the seam between her lips, and she opened for him, tasting the minty mouthwash and savored the masculine essence of Master devouring her mouth. The heat of him exploded within her and encircled her body. His hands wound into her matted, long hair as he deepened the kiss and snatched away her breath.
As the next wave of calm and surrender swept over her, she moaned. After the countless sleepless nights over the last couple of months, he was the only constant in the chaos of financial worries swallowing them. She was loved and returned that love. Master fulfilled all her sexual cravings and nothing else in the world mattered when he held her in his arms. But, it was Chris who she worried the most for.
He broke the kiss and smiled. “Tonight, at seven, will you meet me at…Rockefeller Center?”
The pounding of her heart had the adrenaline flowing. She’d almost forgotten he asked earlier. Christmas Eve at Rockefeller Center, the site of their second date held fond memories. He arranged something special, maybe his plans related to the pawn ticket she found a week ago? Their money problems must be worse because why would he…
“Angel? Talk to me.” The demanding tone of his voice disrupted the questioning thoughts.
Jen blinked and tingles danced across her skin. “Yes, Master, I’ll meet you. I’ll call in sick for my night shift.” She reached to spin the diamond line bracelet on her wrist. Soon, her favorite and most sentimental piece of jewelry will be gone, but for a good reason.
With a slow, determined movement, he slid his hands over her breasts. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over one nipple, then sucked the hard, pink tip into his mouth. She never tired of his gentle touch, mixed with an animalistic dominance only he could give. He ran his tongue around the tip, compelling her to moan. He sucked harder and reached his other hand to stroke the other nipple. When she shivered under his vigorous touch, he stopped and switched, paying more attention to the other breast.
She sensed a tension in his body. Was he whether debating to use a restraint on her? He always did when they began a session. Normally, she yearned for the confines and the enhanced pleasure it delivered, but this morning, she didn’t care which way. She was his. She pressed her palms along the back of his cotton shirt and onto his back, and clung to him. His hardening shaft thickened against her belly and she trembled with the anticipation of his cock inside her pussy. His other hand slid over her other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb and finger. She arched into him wanting him closer.
With a quick release of her nipple, the action made a popping sound as his mouth left the erect bud. “I want these adorned for me tonight. Understood? The rings with dangles will be good.”
She nodded. Oh, he had something delicious in mind which spiked her interest and arousal more. The clasped fingers around her wrists pinned her hands to the mattress above her head as he cupped her cheek with his other hand. He captured her mouth, hard and passionately, like he’d kissed and savored the taste of her lips for the first time. Their tongues tangled and surged one against the other. She struggled to free her hands, to touch him, to caress and hold him in her embrace, but she knew better than disobey him. The heat of arousal increased in her core wanting him to restrain her arms tighter. His mouth moved down the side of her neck, teeth scraping gently on the skin at the pulse point, giving her goose bumps.
Again, she tried to move. And again, his large, unflappable hand held her in place. She moaned from the pleasure. The sounds of her arousal had to entice him because he slid his free hand down to her thigh. Her body twitched when his cock pressed hard against her lower abdomen.
His hand came to rest between her legs, and she gasped in his ear. The flood of her juices confirmed all the evidence of the depth of her arousal. Her breathing quickened as he ran a finger over her clitoris in small circles before another long finger slipped inside. He added a second one, reaching to the place that would make her totally scream with ecstasy. He knew her well.
The sudden stop had her whimpering.
Rising from the bed, he pulled the loose shirt around his shoulders and tossed it aside. After a quick unbuckling of his belt, he yanked the zipper down, and doffed his socks. The trousers and boxer shorts slipped down over his hips and thighs, and once at his ankles, he kicked them aside. He moved onto the bed and settled over her again.
A wicked grin appeared as she tilted her head to take in his entire stature. “Your body recognizes me, Angel. It trembles in anticipation knowing what I will do.” His mouth closed on hers in a tender kiss. His lips were soft and supple, and she loved the taste and pliancy of them. His tongue was hot, hard, and probing. Their tongues danced together, saliva melting from one mouth to the other. Her skin heated beneath his touch. Yes, her body knew its master and the master played her like a fine tuned piano.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back, and his eyes danced with a gleam so dark, those normal brown eyes looked black. “I want to taste that sweet pussy before I leave.”
She slipped deeper into the mind frame of needing to feel his touch. Closing her eyes, she waited.
“Do you have any idea how the sight of you under my control makes me feel?”
She didn’t answer because he didn’t say she could.
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