Just in time for the Holiday Season – enjoy some Heat with Heart!
Buy Link: ‘Twas the Spank Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all that was heard were screams of delight with love as the safe word.
The night before Christmas Davis Cathal decides to recreate a scene for his sub, Samantha Merry, based on a deliciously sexy poem she wrote for him as a gift. Inspired by the season of giving, he sets up the perfect scene to reward the love of his life and give her the gift that keeps on coming.
‘Twas the night before Christmas and Sir smiled to himself,
feeling very much like the grand, jolly old elf.
His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of his girl,
naughty thoughts invading his mind in a whirl.
As a finishing touch, he put a bow on the gift,
Love filled his heart and his spirits did lift,
Hoping she would be as excited as he,
to try out what he’d bought and put under the tree.
He smoothed a palm down the length of the bench,
so impatient to tie up his lusty wench,
and tease her, and please her, ‘til she begged for more,
filling her, using her – oh the ideas he had in store!
The door to the dungeon opened, and Davis’ body took up the space. Her heart skipped a beat. He’d dressed in a suit, no tie, with the top two buttons undone. She loved that look on him, and her pussy pulsed in agreement.
“What happened, my love?” he asked.
So much for the surprise. Despite her arousal, tears filled her eyes, and her cheeks flushed with heat. Forlorn at ruining his surprise, she sniffed to keep from crying.
Davis crouched in front of her, cupping her cheek in his hand. Then he bent forward and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay. No need to be upset. I’ve got you.”
She leaned into his touch, her sadness fading. A stray tear escaped anyway.
Davis brushed it away with his thumb. “Let me help you gather up these things and then I have something to show you.”
Love for her Dom filled her heart, replacing any lingering sadness. “I wanted to surprise you,” she murmured.
“I know.” He placed another loving kiss to her forehead. “And the poem was beautiful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, her voice sounding small even to her ears. In his presence, her body began to relax after the harrowing drive.
“You’re not going to be a pouty girl, now are you?” he teased.
A smile lifted one corner of her mouth, and she gestured with one hand. “I don’t mean to be. It’s just the crowds, then the snowstorm made me a bit on edge on the drive home, then I trip and spill all of my stuff once I get here…ugh. You weren’t supposed to see any of this yet, not until I wrapped it.” Despite her best efforts, her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
Davis leaned in and nipped her lip. “You’re cute when you pout.” He stood and loomed over her. “All right, Sammie-girl—take off your coat, get it all together, and I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Good girl.” And with that he disappeared into the dungeon.
Davis slipped off her panties, and used the cuffs he’d set on the table to attach her ankles to the back legs of the horse. Then he cuffed her wrists tight to the front post. Running a hand over her back, he could feel every muscle in her body relax. He loved to feel her reaching for that space inside of herself, and he felt blessed to be the one she trusted to bring her there.
An idea struck him, and he hurried over to the dresser and pulled a ball gag out of one of the drawers. Her eyes widened in delight when he brought it over and stuck it in her mouth, securing it around her head. He wiped a bit of saliva that had already pooled at the corner of her mouth.
He reached over to the table, picked up the flogger, and waved it in front of her face. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as he brushed the strands over her face.
Davis trailed the leather strands over her spine as he walked around her to the back of the horse. Her wet cunt glistened in the lights from the Christmas tree. I love how wet she gets from even the thought of a good flogging.
In a teasing manner, he brushed the flogger over her ass cheeks, lightly tapping them against her skin. Samantha moaned louder.
He raised the flogger up into the air. As he brought it down onto her flesh, he said, “Merry Christmas, my girl. Tomorrow you’ll be sore.”