All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom

“I want y

ou to know that it had been a torment not to see you naked—not to be able to touch your splendid pussy.” He cupped her moist heat and squeezed tight. She ground herself against his hand. “Fuck, Taryn, you’re a sexy woman.”

The crackling fire lit his face in a warm glimmer. My Blake. My Dom. She’d missed him terribly, and seeing him like this, so powerful in front of her—she wondered how she’d gone so long without him. She had mourned their break-up for the past five years and her heart welcomed the healing.

He must have seen the happiness in her expression because he smiled. “We could exchange sentiments, but I’d much prefer to let your body speak to how happy you are that I’m here with you now.” He gestured to his pants. “Remind me of what I’ve been missing these past five years.”

She sank to her knees, kept her gaze focused on his, and undid his belt. His eyes burned with a wicked light and butterflies danced in her stomach. His black slacks pooled at his feet as his heavy cock rested at eye-level. She ran her hands up his thighs, licked the tip of his dick, and savored the salty liquid on her tongue.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and stared hungrily at her. She kissed his thighs, ran her tongue along his muscular legs, and trailed her hands along his abs. He tensed as she blew lightly on his cock and then slid her tongue up his shaft in a firm stroke. She brought him into her mouth and took him deep into her throat.

She backed away not a moment later and moistened him with her saliva before wrapping her hand around his erection to spread the warm liquid along his cock. She flicked the tip with her tongue to tease him, drew in a long breath, then went wild on him.

His hand tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head while she stroked his cock without mercy. His moans washed along her skin, raising goose bumps, as his cock hardened even more against her tongue. Each sound he made urged her to suck harder, stroke faster, and within only minutes, he jumped away from her.

“That….” He sounded breathless. “That was one hell of a good reminder.” He leaned down to cage her face in his hands and took her mouth with a hard kiss that dampened her pussy.

He broke off the kiss, and she gasped at the loss of contact. “Nothing pleases me more than having the scent of my cock on your mouth.”

Her clit pulsed at the low growl of possession in his tone.

“You are to remain kneeling there.” He approached a bag on the floor and took a large square black velvet box. He turned back to her and smiled. “I got you something.”

She took the box from him and ran her hand over the rich fabric. “What did you do?”

“Go on.” He gestured toward the box. “Open it.”

She glanced back to the gift, opened the lid, and gasped when sparking diamonds greeted her. “Oh, Blake….”

“Stand and let me decorate you.”

He took the jewelry out of the box and it appeared to be a long necklace. She stood, turned her back to him, and he flicked her hair across her shoulder. “This, my pet, will be what I expect you to wear when we are in a scene together—a statement that my diamonds are along your skin and the knowledge that you are worthy of wearing such treasures.”

Her breath hitched as he tightened the choker around her throat. The statement he made brought tears to her eyes. She ran her fingers along the choker, down the two rows of diamonds between her breasts and continued until she hit the belly chain as he fastened it. Nothing had ever felt so right.

He turned her to face him and his eyes shone with adoration. “You look perfect, exactly as you should, and now you understand what this symbolizes.”

A marriage proposal meant something to some people, but in her world, this meant so much more. “You’ve collared me and claimed me as yours.”

His powerful gaze burned scorching heat through her body reaching down to her center. “Yes, my pet, I’ve collared you, but I haven’t claimed you—not completely, anyway.”

Chapter Three

The diamonds enhanced Taryn’s beauty, and Blake would never grow tired of looking at her. She’d been marked as his and had accepted him as her lifestyle Dom. But his needy cock reminded him to stop admiring her and claim her.

He approached his bag and took out the last of the items he’d brought—four pieces of long black rope. Her breath hitched as he returned to her, confirming she still enjoyed the feel of restraints. He took her hand, led her in front of the footboard then turned her around so her ass rested against the wood, and she faced him. If he could have placed her on the bed, tied her down and done the wicked things he wanted to, he would have. But her body would be sore from the punishment earlier and her wellbeing stayed on his mind.

He sank to his knees, took one of her ankles, and tied the rope tight against her skin. He attached the remaining rope to the post on the bed before he repeated the move on the other ankle, and then did the same to her wrists to leave her caged between the posts on the bed.

His cock ached to slam into her slick pussy, but he’d not stray from what he’d craved for years. “Every day since you were gone, I thought of how you taste and your sweet honey tormented me.” He licked out to savor her and groaned as her cream delighted his tongue. “Exactly as I remembered.”

He smacked her pussy and hit her clit hard. “I grant you the right to not address me as Sir as long as you tell me nothing but the truth. Tell me how much you want my cock?”

“I’ve thought of your cock every time I masturbated. I’ve dreamed of how it used to fill me up, and I want you to make me come like you always could.”

He took her clit between his fingers and pinched. “While you fucked yourself, what did you think of?”

“I-I….” She moaned. “I thought of how you used to make me feel. The way your power would wash over me, just like it did tonight, and how I’d do anything I could to please you.”