Mistress Christmas by Lorelei James Page B

together after tonight are slim.”
    “Is that right?”
    “Yep.” She crossed her arms over her naked chest and notched that stubborn chin higher. “I didn’t come here for dancing lessons. I don’t want to spend the little time we have together cutting a rug like Bobby and Sissy. I’d rather be getting rug burns all over my body from you showing me what you really fantasize about.”
    Stung, Nick retorted, “Remember you said that when your knees are on fire.” He lunged for her, spinning her so her delectable ass was nestled against his fully erect cock. He braced one arm across her shoulders and the other hand held both her wrists in front of her body. He ground his cock into her soft flesh, feeling victorious when she gasped.
    “Just dancing with you has that effect on me.”
    “Nick, I didn’t mean—”
    “—to hurt my feelings? You did. Since you spurned my dance advances I’ve a mind to let you make it up to me. Luckily I’ve conjured up plenty of other fantasies starring little ol’ you. And since you insisted on putting me in charge, we’re gonna start out with one I like to call ‘the cowboy’s Christmas captive’ or ‘trussed up like a holiday turkey.’ And no, you don’t get to argue, ’cause, darlin’, you’re gonna be gagged.”

    Nick’s grip around her wrists was like iron. Yet when she wiggled, he loosened it slightly, letting Holly know he didn’t intend to hurt her, just play with her a little rougher than she was used to.
    The thought of being bound for Nick’s pleasure, at Nick’s mercy, only able to voice her needs in nonverbal noises, made her absolutely dripping wet.
    “You like that idea, doncha?”
    When she didn’t respond he put his mouth on her ear and demanded, “Answer the question while you still can.”
    Hot breath, hot man and his hot words caused a shiver and she hissed, “Yes.”
    Warm lips followed the arc of her throat down to her shoulder. “Good. I don’t trust you not to run, so we’re both gonna walk over to where I’ve stashed my supplies. Once I’ve got you how I want you then the real fun will begin.”
    Nick marched her to the nightstand and rummaged in the drawer. The sound of him rattling the condom box notched her excitement higher, made her pulse pound faster. Then they shuffled forward, stopping at the back of the couch.
    He turned her around. Three bandanas dangled from his fingertips. His eyes never left hers as his hands worked at waist level.
    Holly gaped at the twisted configuration. “Holy crap. You did that without looking?”
    “Yep. Did I mention I’m wicked good with anything that can be tied together?”
    “Umm. No. You didn’t.”
    He allowed a quick grin. “My mistake. Hold out your arms.”
    Concentration filled Nick’s eyes as he looped the bandanas around her wrists, leaving about an eight-inch gap. Two quick tugs and a smug look appeared.
    “Next comes the gag. But first…” Nick cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Inhaled her, really. A tongue-thrusting tease that left her dizzy. Aching. Silly man could’ve just skipped the restraints and held her captive with the power of his mouth.
    Then he touched her. Tracing the curve of her neck. The line of her collarbones, the slope of her shoulder down her back, his thumbs digging into the arc of her spine. The caresses were so sweet and loving that the rapid, sharp slaps on her ass shocked her, causing her to jerk back.
    “What the heck?” barely slipped out before Nick had the other bandana stretched in her mouth. He spun her. A quick pinch and it was secured at the back of her head.
    Nick wrapped his arms around her, once again putting his lips dangerously close to her ear. “You’re mine now to do with as I please. Let’s see whatcha look like with this beautiful body stretched out for my pleasure.”
    Holly chomped the fabric as Nick maneuvered her into a ninety-degree angle. Her body shook, partially from strutting around bare-naked, but mostly